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[LupusYondergirl]

Ah... I love that picture. What a wonderful thing to see last thing before bed. Anders makes me smile after writing about Dostoevsky broke my brain.

And edit for... PAGE 100!

One shot stories...
LupusYondergirl Worst Idea Ever
SurelyForth Desperate Times...
Bruddajakka untitled story


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Modifié par LupusYondergirl, 14 septembre 2010 - 10:48 .

[Avilia]

[quote]Wedger wrote...

Almost as good as The Picture.  The son of the Picture?



And Zevran was my first DA crush. 
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The Other Picture

and yes I'm quoting the whole thing, why?  Because I can...

I must admit to a sneaky preference for this one over the The Picture.  Bondage is all well and good in its place but the abs, the pecs and the smirk....drool

Edit  - WOOOOO  100 pages!!! Yay Anders !!!

Modifié par Avilia, 14 septembre 2010 - 05:14 .

[Sarah1281]

Page 100! 

[Miri1984]

Edited to add: Re: Pirate Zevran, it's a goofy LINE, but Zevran's delivery makes it sensual in my books. While this is not a problem as such, I just can't see Zev as that type. I'd always be suspicious of why he was with me - that sort of guy usually... doesn't avoid me like the plague as such, but NEVER, EVER ends up with me. We'll get on fine but there'll never be any sexual tension, even if we flirt outrageously with each other all the time. 

Whereas Anders and Alistair - we'd end up in bed together the second night. It's the goofy thing .

Also, HOORAY! 100 pages! And I need to put this here because it rocks:

Modifié par Miri1984, 14 septembre 2010 - 05:30 .

[pagerunner]

SurelyForth wrote...

*revives thread*

*peeks into thread, sees this, dies of cute*

(...and then sees several more things posted since I opened this window, and has to come back for a death-by-cute encore)

Modifié par pagerunner, 14 septembre 2010 - 06:00 .

[Avilia]

Miri1984 wrote...

Edited to add: Re: Pirate Zevran, it's a goofy LINE, but Zevran's delivery makes it sensual in my books. While this is not a problem as such, I just can't see Zev as that type. I'd always be suspicious of why he was with me - that sort of guy usually... doesn't avoid me like the plague as such, but NEVER, EVER ends up with me. We'll get on fine but there'll never be any sexual tension, even if we flirt outrageously with each other all the time. 

Whereas Anders and Alistair - we'd end up in bed together the second night. It's the goofy thing .

Also, HOORAY! 100 pages! And I need to put this here because it rocks:

[snip]

Perhaps its just where my mind is atm but  Anders and Alistair

I enjoy Zev because his humour is intelligent - he won me with his deflection of Wynne's pita remarks about his being an assassin.

For me his similarity with Anders is unfailing good humour no matter what the other companions say to them.  Anders gets shot down in flames by Velanna and his response - "Good to know!"

That takes some serious self confidence.  Which is what I like irl - self confidence - so probably bleeds into my in game preferences.

Edit - gah my spelling gets worse as I get older...

Modifié par Avilia, 14 septembre 2010 - 06:06 .

[tankgirly]

Hey, guys! Aimo just did this one! Perfect for 100 pages celebration!

[LupusYondergirl]

So... I can't sleep anyways.  Here's a one shot in honor of page 100.  If you follow my fic, let's say it's a couple years beyond where they are now.  If you don't, there really isn't anything that requires previous knowledge. 
(I am in formatting hell)

Worst Idea Ever

“What happened?” Anders mumbled, groaning as he sat up. 

“Help,” was all Maggie said in reply.  Hearing that, he jumped to his feet, swaying as the force of his hangover hit   him.  Clearing it with a spell Anders looked around the room. 

The Warden Commander of Ferelden was currently in her smallclothes, stuck on a shelf near the very high ceiling. 

“How did you get up there?” he  asked, trying not to laugh and failing miserably.

“I don’t know!” she replied, swinging down so she was dangling by her hands, legs kicking several feet above the ground.  “I can’t even reach to get down.  Stop laughing!  Help me!” 

“I don’t know…” Anders said.  “I’m kind of enjoying watching you kick your legs like that.  You know you’re practically naked.”

“You don’t say,” she replied.  It was impressive, he could hear her roll her eyes.  “Well, my hands are going numb so I’m coming down  one way or another.  You can help me or heal my ankles when they break after I fall.”

Still laughing Anders walked over and grabbed  Maggie by the hips, setting her on the ground.  “You know I won’t let
you fall,” he said.

“It was a near thing!” she said.  “Maker’s breath, it feels like the whole damn smith caste is working away inside my skull.” 

He cast another healing spell and she sighed, leaning against the wall.  “You, my love, are fantastic.  Now I just need to figure out where my clothes are.”

“Why rush?” Anders said, putting a hand on either side of her against the wall.

“Well, I’m kind of wondering why we’re in the basement,” she began.  “And… oh….”  Anders was, if anything, very good with his hands.  “Well…” she mumbled, leaning against the wall.  “I’m already half naked.”

“My point exactly,” he said, pulling his robes up as she hopped up, wrapping her legs around him with a giggle.   Anders managed to hold out just long enough for her to finish, shrieking his name as her nails dug into his back.  Not long after, he cried out, sinking to the floor on unsteady legs, taking Maggie with him. 

“Merrfmf,” she said into his neck.

“What?” Anders asked.

“I said Good Morning.” 

“It is, isn’t it?” he answered.  “Although there still is the question of why we’re in the basement.”

“And where my clothes are,” she added.

“I’m far less concerned about that,” he laughed. 

Once they both managed to catch their breath Maggie climbed to her feet and  began hunting the small room for her robes.  Or armor.  In truth, Anders couldn’t remember what she had been wearing. “Found them!” she called out, pulling her robes on.

“What a shame,” he laughed. 

They opened the door to see Jowan leaning against a wall. “Do you know how we ended up down here?” he asked.

“No,” Maggie said.

“So… your first response to waking up in the basement, and not knowing how you got there, was to have very loud sex?”  He shook his head, laughing.  “It is good to know you haven’t changed since we were apprentices.”

“It was his idea,” Maggie said.

“Oh… don’t you go blaming me.  You were the one without your clothes on.  How else would you expect me to respond?”

“Well, in either case, that was the only way I managed to find anyone.  So I suppose it’s just as well.”

The three of them set out for the stairs.   “Oooh, voices!” Anders said, running ahead.  Opening a door they saw several wardens in various states of hangover. 

“Can someone tell me how I got up here?” one called from the top of a shelf.

“No idea, Tobias” Maggie said to the elf who was currently attempting to climb down.  “If it makes you feel better I found myself in similar circumstances.  I don’t even know how we ended up in the basements.”

“Good to see you set about discovering why first thing,” he said, laughing.  “Seriously, there’s things I don’t need to hear.  My boss shouting… that sort of thing, it’s very high on the list.”

“Let’s just get out of here,”  Jowan said.  “I don’t have good luck with basements.”

“You don’t have good luck with anything,” Anders told him.  Jowan responded by hitting Anders with a bolt of lightning, a gesture that the other mage quickly returned.

They resumed the walk upstairs, stopping to collect more people along the way.  Two Wardens had somehow managed to get themselves locked into a cage, a relic of the Howe days. “This isn’t what it looks like,” Roland said, blushing a furious red.  The woman next to him just put her face in her hands and groaned.    

“Really?” Anders replied.  He and Maggie exchanged a glance and snickered.  “Since it looks like you’re locked in a cage.”

“Without your clothes,” Maggie added, giggling.

“Can you just let us out?  Please?” Rose said, blushing. 

“Aren’t you an expert lockpick?” Anders asked as he fumbled with the cage’s emergency release.

“Shut up,” the elven woman replied.  “I don’t even know how we got here.  I don’t know where my lockpicks are. And I’m cold.” Once free, they quickly pulled their clothing back on and joined the group. 

“This is bizarre,” Maggie said.  “How did we all black out?”

“I have no idea,” Anders said.  “No one seems hurt though.  Just very, very hungover.  Like… a level six Oghren Hangover.”

“Maker’s breath,” Maggie muttered.  On the comprehensive chart of Oghren Hangovers that was "drank two bottles of Golden Syche" level.  “The last thing I remember was the Joining last night.”  As soon as the words were out her face paled and, with a stream of curses that would make most sailors blush, she began tearing through the  basement at top speed, Anders on her heels.  “Damn damn damn,” she shouted.  “The new recruits!”  Taking the stairs two at a time they quickly realized they weren’t in the south basement.  They were in the south sub-subbasement. 

“Can we get a lift?” Anders complained on the third flight of narrow rickety stairs.  “Like the one in Orzammar.”

“No,” Maggie shouted over her shoulder.  “We’d have to tear out half the library.”

“No one ever reads but us, anyways.”

“No!”

He made a face at her back as they finally made it to the main floor. 

Walking down the hall they saw Nathaniel stumble out of the kitchen,  feet bare.  “Um… has anyone seen my boots?” he asked.  “I woke up in the cold storage room without them.”

“Sorry,” Maggie said.  “Be glad you have your clothes, though.”

Anders laughed as Nathaniel stared at her, shaking his head with confusion.  “You’re… you’re not normal.  I hope you know this.”

“Says the man who woke up next to a frozen side of beef?” Anders said.

“Actually, it was a wheel of cheese.  The one we keep for when Alistair visits.  Someone… maybe me, took several bites of it, though.  I can’t bloody remember and my head is killing me.” Anders quickly healed his hangover. 

“So… what can you remember?  Our memories seem to stop somewhere around the Joining.”

Nathaniel groaned.  “Um.  I know… it was a good one.  I think four survived?”

“Ohhhhh,” Maggie said.  “Well.  That may explain it.”

“What?” both men said, turning to her. “If four survived?  How many Wardens does that give us?”

Nathaniel began tallying up.  “Well, if we include the Denerim compound, and the outpost with the Dalish near Ostagar…”

“And the Peak,” Anders added.  “And the western compound in Redcliffe.” “Ohhhh,” they both said at once.  “Well, that does explain things.”

Sigrun stumbled out of the training room as they continued on.  “I don’t know how I ended up locked in with the mage practice weapons and I don’t care,” she said, shaking her head in horror.

Walking into the main hall they were greeted with the sight of the four new recruits, in various stages of undress, passed out on the floor, multiple empty bottles and scattered playing cards near them.  Several of the large blue griffon banners were hanging from the ceiling in tatters.  Two others were being worn as makeshift togas by a pair of rogues who were currently propped against each other, drooling and snoring in the corner.  The casteless brand and dalish blood writing made them a strangely matched pair.  One Warden, a young man who was thrilled to take the early death of Grey Warden-hood over the celibacy and lyrium-induced madness of the Templars, was currently wearing a cowl and mage’s robes.  Women’s mage’s robes.  The normal wearer of said robes was passed out, sitting on his lap, wearing what appeared to be a towel.  Another ten or fifteen Wardens were slowly waking up throughout the room. The phrase ‘Grey Wardins Ruil!’ had been painted on the wall. 

“Clearly someone needs to be in my basic reading class,” Anders said, viewing it. 

“Well, isn’t this a sight,” called someone.  They turned to see Oghren, looking… well, exactly like he always looked, a mug of ale in his hand. 

“What happened?” Anders asked.

“Same thing that happens every time you folks try to keep up with old Oghren,” he laughed. 

Hanging on the wall behind him was a banner.  It read ‘100 Wardens Strong!’ in a cheery script.

“This was my worst idea ever,” Maggie said, apparently remembering how the drinking began.  “Worst ever.”

Modifié par LupusYondergirl, 14 septembre 2010 - 07:08 .

[Avilia]

A gorgeous picture and a gorgeous fic! I'm so glad I'm home sick today.

That was hilarious Lupus

Modifié par Avilia, 14 septembre 2010 - 07:01 .

[Addai]

Congrats on page 100, Andersites!

[Galagraphia]

Tank, aww, I feel like it was my birthday, not Aimo's ^______^ (I don't know what's happened, but I can't access dA from my phone anymore)

Lupus, awesome! Now if my boss will ask why I'm late for 4 hours I can say that I was celebrating 100 page of Anders' thread and woke up too late... with Anders ))))))

[tankgirly]

I am having trouble access dA via my cellphone either. So does Fanfiction.com. I don't know what happened.

[SurelyForth]

Starting with The Screenshot That Shook My Alistair Fangirlism:





(for Ritual Dismemberment Tuesday)

Modifié par SurelyForth, 14 septembre 2010 - 12:20 .

[MelRedux]

Surely, that pic of sexy times with Anders behind Brand, it cracks me up. She looks SO awkward. It really couldn't be more perfect.

[SurelyForth]

@Mel_Redux...that's because she's posing for her Pervstache Shot. The expression had to be just right to get that to work.

Desperate Times...

Inspired jointly by ChasindRobesAnders and page 100:

"You have one hundred freckles," his Commander squinted her eyes and examined the area at the top of his left cheekbone. "Yep. One hundred."

Anders withdrew, eyebrow raised in some mingling of confusion and amusement.

"That explains why your lips were moving while I dressed your shoulder," he frowned. "One hundred? That seems like a lot."

"Thirteen on your left cheek, seventeen on your right and sixty-eight on your chest. And two right there," her fingertip poked against his sternum, in the dead center of a brass ring that anchored his robes. "Technically your chest, but more fun to count separately since they're sequestered."

"Freckles...it's all this tramping about in this sun. I had no idea that Wardens would spend so much time...tramping about in the sun. Don't get me wrong, it's better than the alternative, but I've been hidden away in a tower for the past several years, sun isn't really a thing there. And these robes aren't really doing much to help matters."

These robes, flattering as they were, had been the bane of his existence since she'd tossed them in his direction, his own robes ruined by gallons of darkspawn blood. They stank, they itched, and they felt forever on the verge of disintegrating right off of his body.

Which would, admittedly, be a neat trick in some situations, but was not something he cared to have happen in the middle of a darkspawn attack. Genlocks and their grabby hands.

"You should have seen Oghren the day after we left Orzammar," she laughed and looked over to where to dwarf was propped up against a nearby tree, engaged in lively conversation with his flask."His skin was indistinguishable from his hair. Wynne had to slather him in ointments and I ended up buying him a silk balaclava to wear until his face healed."

"It was lavender," Oghren smiled toothily. "I let Felsi wear it once when we tumbled...I think it might be how the nuglet happened."

"See? It could be worse. Freckles are," she shrugged."And they give me something to do when I have to hold still and let you poke at me."

And how he wanted to say something letchy in response to that, because the invitation was there. But he refrained because all he needed was for Oghren to join in and go too far, like he did, and then the Commander would be glowering and might even stop opening herself up for such banter. Which would be such a shame.

"One hundred and one..." she pointed to a speck on his right pectoral that was barely any darker than the skin around it. "I bet we could get to one-fifty just standing here."

"Ugh, let's not," Anders was feeling suddenly self-concscious. Although he didn't mind being ogled, he'd rather it be for something a little less silly. "And we will be finding me some new robes in Amaranthine."

"You know, a king wore those," she looked vaguely offended on the robes' behalf. "And we will if we have the gold."

"You know what that means, don't you Sparky?" Oghren pulled away from the tree. "No more slacking while the Commander loots. You have to get dirty if you want nice things around here."

He looked down at his robes again, dingy brown and oh, they smelled like death. But looting? Pawing on corpses was not his idea of fun.

"One hundred and...six!" That was Oghren.

Looting it would be, then.

Modifié par SurelyForth, 14 septembre 2010 - 03:42 .

[jenncgf]

@Surely - giggle, awesome!



I love the freckles thing. I also loved the 100 wardens morning-after fic, Lupus

[Wedger]

 Happy page 100

QFH (hilarity )

LupusYondergirl wrote...

Walking into the main hall they were greeted with the sight of the four new recruits, in various stages of undress, passed out on the floor, multiple empty bottles and scattered playing cards near them.  Several of the large blue griffon banners were hanging from the ceiling in tatters.  Two others were being worn as makeshift togas by a pair of rogues who were currently propped against each other, drooling and snoring in the corner.  The casteless brand and dalish blood writing made them a strangely matched pair.  One Warden, a young man who was thrilled to take the early death of Grey Warden-hood over the celibacy and lyrium-induced madness of the Templars, was currently wearing a cowl and mage’s robes.  Women’s mage’s robes.  The normal wearer of said robes was passed out, sitting on his lap, wearing what appeared to be a towel.  Another ten or fifteen Wardens were slowly waking up throughout the room. The phrase ‘Grey Wardins Ruil!’ had been painted on the wall. 

“Clearly someone needs to be in my basic reading class,” Anders said, viewing it. 

Something old ...

Modifié par Wedger, 14 septembre 2010 - 03:00 .

[Bruddajakka]

In honor of one hundred pages, and boredom I whipped up something fairly quickly. Apologize for typo's, etc. Second thing I've written, and I'm fairly out of practice.







“So is true what the stories say about you?”

The suddenness of the question caused Daylen Amell to drop his staff, and blink a bit especially since Ander's hadn't said five words to him since coming back to the Keep after disappearing for two months other to grumble something about the Tower, Finn, Irving, and he was fairly certain frazzy fracking, and nug humper had gotten jumbled into the
sentence but he hadn't been paying attention really because half the time paying too much attention to your companions would end up giving you a headache, or a make you severely question their sanity or give you an extremely painful erection in the case of that one time where Leliana had accused Morrigan of shrieking like a Genlock in bed.

Truthfully he had never gotten Morrigan, and Lelianna's whole jealousy thing. It's not like had had paid more attention to one of them over the other, and he was fairly certain both of them knew he was having sex with the other.

Though Leliana's wading through her swamp thing had been adorable the Bard never seemed to have had much issue with him being having sex with other woman except for Morrigan though he supposed that probably had
something to do with the fact she was there most of the time like the incident with Isabella, or with Bella.


Ahh Bella now that had been a fun evening two beautiful redheads, and a brewery opening. But he was getting off track. He paused for a moment to reach down to pick up his staff then looking Anders in the eye he raised an eyebrow quizzically.


“Which story?” Making sure to put emphasis on the last word he paused for a moment, and reached up to rub his chin a habit he'd picked up of let. He couldn't help it. He really he liked the way the stubble felt in his fingers. It was soothing.


“Because there are a lot of stories. Seriously. Off the top of my head I can think of like five. Let's see. There's one about the time Wynne accused me of being a Blood Mage after I'd just saved the Tower from Uldred, and Irving got me out of it by calling it Grey Warden Magic. Speaking of that I never got your issues with him. He was always really cool with me. There's the one about how I'm the one who convinced Kelli that magic was a curse from the Maker. There's the one about how I caught Gregoir, and Irving spanking Cullen. There's the one about how Lily only got with Jowen to get back at me for dumping her. Which is really silly all things considered seeing as how that whole mess ended up. Then there's the one about how my cousins are Apostates, and one of them is the Champion of Kirkwall”


He paused for a moment to catch his breath, and leaning down he picked up a skin of water taking a long sip from it before continuing “There are a lot of stories Anders. And I'm not the only one who has stories told about them. You have stories told about you. Hell even Finn has stories told about him! So really your going to need to clarify, and
not in a vague sense.”


The blonds jaw had dropped as he'd listened to his Commander's little tirade. Especially seeing as how this was probably the most words he'd ever had used at once. They'd been friends in the tower but he was always the quiet abrasive type. He grabbed the skin from the other man, and took a long drag himself using it as an excuse to focus

“Right...well...the story I'm wondering about is apparently you had sex with a Pirate, and three greased Nugs. It's causing quite the scandal in the tower. Some of the female mages won't shut up about it...well they won't shut up about you period. But that specifically stuck out. Hell Mentors are talking to their students about it.”


Daylen squinted a bit as he digested the information “Three greased Nugs? Geez...last time I'd heard that one it was a Pirate, a Dwarven Rogue, and a Qunari...” He reached back to rub his neck then pulled off his hood before he spoke agin. “If you must know it's not true. Well at least the part about the nugs. It was a Lady Pirate, an Orlesian Bard, and an Elven Assassin.”


This admission caused Anders to blink. Then his jaw dropped. Again. He stammered for a moment trying to collect his thoughts against a rapid tide of images as he was fairly certain he knew who the Commander was talking about. He knew Daylen had a reputation. He knew he was popular with woman. But he had no idea that he had any experience
with men, and for him to so casually admit to it. Well quite frankly Anders was shocked, and he was the type of person who liked to shock people!


Daylen stood gather his things up he moved past Anders heading towards the keep, but as he was about to pass him he paused leaning in close for a moment he whispered softly right into the blonds ear “Oh, and before you feel the need to ask because it'll probably end up being mentioned at some point. I did sleep with Velanna while you were
gone. It was epic. And she's a screamer.”


And with that he walked away causing Anders shiver deeply a full body back arching shiver, and then to start choking quite suddenly on the water he still had in his mouth which came coursing out in a high arc, and proceed to fly over a low wall into the great beyond. A very loud Nug-humper with a string of curses following the sound of it's impact.

Modifié par Bruddajakka, 14 septembre 2010 - 03:42 .

[Corker]

If I might inquire... who created The Picture? Do they have a gallery?

[SurelyForth]

Corker wrote...

If I might inquire... who created The Picture? Do they have a gallery?

It was sweetfoxy7. Unfortunately, she was the target of some harassment and deactivated her Deviant Art account. It's too bad, too. Not only is she extremely talented (obviously), but she had a lot of pictures of Anders that could be classified as "ridiculously hot".

[jenncgf]

Ugh, I FINALLY got to work on this week's prompt.  I really struggled with this one, so I'm afraid it's not going to be all that great.  Still, there are one or two lines I'm pleased with I guess. 


Anyway, enjoy!  (or something)



“Maker, I hate that man.”

“So you've mentioned.” Elissa tilted her head to the side as she studied Anders. “It's unlike you to hate anyone. What is it about Irving that you hate so much?”

“Have you seen his face?” Anders asked with a smile. “I mean, really! He may be old, but that facial hair is anything but distinguished. It looks like a dire wolf puppy climbed up his robes and fell asleep on his chin.” The imagery made even Elissa shudder a little bit.

Still, she wasn't going to be put off. She'd been wondering about this for a while. Sure, not everyone was a fan of mages, but by and large, most people seemed to like the First Enchanter just fine. “Uh huh,” she said, her tone belying her disbelief in Anders' answer. “Try again.”

Anders looked at Elissa, and with a flippant grin, tried again. “All right, all right. Would you believe me if I told you that he got all the prettiest ladies and I was jealous?”

Despite herself, Elissa laughed. “I wouldn't believe that, but mostly because I find it hard to believe that you would admit that a man three times your age was able to succeed where you had failed in the charm department.”

Anders smirked. “Well, he's not quite three times my age, but if you think I look that young, or that he looks that old, I'll take it.” He polished his fingernails on the shoulder of his robes, then examined them idly.

“You know,” Elissa warned Anders, “I did spend the entire blight with Alistair. While you're not bad at it, I have experience with men who deflect serious questions with jokes.”

Anders looked at her and sighed. “You really want to know?”

Elissa nodded. “I really do. I want you to come with me the next time I recruit from the Circle, and I would appreciate knowing what we'd be up against.”

Anders' face fell. “Go with you? Ugh.” He tried his best puppy-dog eyes at Elissa, but being that he was a cat person, he hadn't had a lot of practice with them. Seeing that she was completely unaffected by his attempt at pathos, he gave in and started explaining.

“Well, just before my last escape, I discovered something.” Anders lowered his voice and made sure nobody else was listening. He needn't have worried; Oghren was regaling the other Wardens with stories of his adventures when he first had joined Elissa's group during the blight. “I was in Irving's office, waiting for him, and he had left a journal open on his desk. I was bored so I glanced at it. I saw my name written there.” He sighed and crossed his arms. “Of course, once I saw that I couldn't help but read it.”

“What did you find?” Elissa looked at Anders curiously.

“I found out that Irving knew about all my escape attempts before they had happened. I don't know how, because I didn't usually plan anything with anyone else or write anything down, but he let me try to escape and then used the knowledge of my successes to block off whatever route I had taken.”

Elissa winced sympathetically. “That's no fun to learn. Wait – your successes? How many unsuccessful tries did you have?”

Anders unexpectedly grinned. “I only had four tries where I never got out of the tower at all. I was pretty good at getting out. Each time I got out, I used a different means of escape.”

Elissa wasn't surprised. “Well, you are pretty smart, so I can see that.” Before Anders could inflate too much with pride, she added, “But I'm surprised you didn't figure out that they were blocking off the means by which you'd escaped before. We all know that you would never hurt anyone but I'm sure there were others who should definitely not have left that tower.”

“I'm not surprised, or even upset, that they had figured out how I had gotten out and blocked those exits off,” Anders explained. “The problem was that Irving knew I was going to escape and used me, and I didn't know about it.” He frowned, an uncharacteristic expression for his face. “The worst part was he figured out my punishments before I'd even left, and even went so far as to have people outside the tower look for me to bring be back in. And none of that would have been that bad if he didn't also encourage the mages into complacency. Maker, some of those mages who had been there forever? They were like lambs, only moving when they were told to do so! So many of them were dead already, and just didn't know it yet.” He shook his head. “I wasn't at all surprised when I heard about how many had been lost during Uldred's rebellion. I bet most of the mages just lay down and let themselves be possessed, because they thought that they should surrender rather than fight for their home.”

At this, Elissa's eyes went wide. “Encouraged docility? Just … surrendering?” She was horrified. “All that power that can be used to help people, and they threw it away?” She had trouble believing it.

“Exactly!” Anders cried, thumping a fist on the table. Nathaniel and Eric looked over at them, then shrugged and went back to listening to Oghren. “Irving was completely playing into the Chantry's desires. He did nothing to help us better ourselves. I honestly expected that he only valued us for how we could teach the younger mages. The only mages he let leave the tower were the ones who convinced him that they were completely under his thumb. Most of them were idiots!”

Elissa leaned back in her chair, thinking. After a moment, she felt a slow smile come onto her face. Anders watched her with a confused expression. “That would be why I need you to come with me next time,” she said as she grinned at her companion. “You can help me determine other mages who, like you, need to get out of there. We can help the mages who want to do something other than teach other mages or do research. We can get more mage Wardens and at the same time protect those who are most likely to fall foul of Irving and Greagoir.”

Anders looked surprised, then a thoughtful look came over his face. “Hmm,” he said, “I think that might just work. So you want to get me to help you play into Irving's schemes, but to our benefit?” He smiled as Elissa nodded. “You really do need to be in charge of everything.” Back to his usual good humor, Anders excused himself and moved over to Oghren's table to harass his dwarven friend. Elissa just smiled.

[SurelyForth]

I don't know, jenn. Dire wolf puppies are probably pretty cute, especially if they're sleeping and not dead.

Good job! Your turn around from *idea* to *done* is a little mind-blowing.

Modifié par SurelyForth, 14 septembre 2010 - 04:01 .

[jenncgf]

Yay, Brudda!  :happy:

Surely, thanks.   Heh.  Yeah, should have stuck with adult dire wolves.

For me, it's about getting the idea - whether it be a phrase that sticks in my head, a visual I just can't get rid of, or something like that.  If I get that, I'm usually off to a decent start.  If I don't ... well, I'm better off playing tetris somewhere.

[Galagraphia]

jenncgf, I lol'd at wolf pups comparison XD

Aww, I just must say it: I love our thread, and I'm not saying it because I started it, though it makes me a bit proud, like if I were a mother of a gifted child; I say it because it's true.

And here's the comic I utterly and totally adore:


upd: cuz I'm slow and a cheater:

Anders loves you, pretty girls! 

Modifié par Galagraphia, 14 septembre 2010 - 08:34 .

[SurelyForth]

Galagraphia wrote...
And here's the comic I utterly and totally adore:

LOL

Adult Me: I bet they both hate Mondays!
Child Me: *giggle*