Can other FF authors shed some light on this sort of thing? Is it what you do from time to time?
For example, I might write a short section where a mage is practicing his spells while Morrigan and Zevran are watching. Or Sten and the Warden sparring while the others keep track of points. That sort of thing.
As to the forum topic, this is Uldred's last hurrah from Ch 6 of "An Uncommon Soldier" (over at FF.net)
Uldred may have thought he could defeat the cocky Warden at the beginning of the fight. After a couple of minutes, he knew he was going to lose it. He had been hacked down and could no longer walk. One leg hung from a tendon above the knee, and the other was laying over near the stairs where Edward had kicked it. His hands had been chopped off when he stupidly decided to grab Edward. His blood was everywhere, he flailed in it with his useless stumps. He could feel poisons working their way through his system through arrows lodged in his hide. Worse still, he couldn't cast, as that bastard pair of Wardens had split off his jaw and severed his tongue. "I'm screwed" he thought. Whimpering, he lay and waited for the blow to end it. "What's this? They're not attacking. What's going on?" he thought. He moved his head, leaving a trail of ichor on the flagstones from his bleeding mouth. "Oh, those bastards. They really know how to rub it in." Wynne stood in front of him, where the Wardens had led her. "How ignominious. I'm to be killed by a bloody healer" thought Uldred. He watched as Wynne cast up a spell with precision and grace, despite her advanced years. "Beautiful form" was his final thought, as a stonefist the size of a mabari turned his head into paste.
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