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[Miri1984]

I detest Live Journal's formatting. DETEST IT. It's worse than here. *sigh* Ah well, I doubt the prompters will complain too much.



Does anyone else love these comics? Cave Fatuam on DevArt does West Young Warden - I picked a page with Anders in it.

[LupusYondergirl]

I love the stuff I've seen her post to LJ. I really need to start at the beginning and read the whole comic.

I like how she does his nose.

[Avilia]

I think I'm allowed to answer my own prompt?  If not - consider this a free story ;-)

This is sort of a companion piece to my Nate prompt from this week.



"Why don't you ever leave me in charge?"

Nate paused, one foot in the air, then slowly let it come to rest on the ground. "Is that a serious question Anders?"

"Very serious. I've been a warden as long as you have."

"That's true. You have." He'd trust Anders with his life, with the life of his loved ones and certainly with the life of any soldier or warden at the Vigil. What he didn't trust him with was the Vigil. The day to day running of the Arling was a different thing to healing. With the best will in the world, Anders was no administrator.

"So?"

"No."

"No? Why not? What's the worst thing that could happen?" Arms crossed, Anders waited for an answer.

"The worst thing?" Nate had to think about that. After all some very bad things had already happened here.  "Highever declaring war on Amaranthine. That would be, bad."

"well that won't happen. Teryn Cousland loves me!"

"Fergus hardly knows you."

"Which means he loves me! Go on Nate, you can trust me. I promise there'll be no declarations of war, no darkspawn incursions and absolutely no invasions from the Bannorn." Nate's head tilted which Anders knew meant he was thinking. "No pirates either."

"Are you sure? I have a feeling you don't really know what you're asking for."

"I'm sure. Its only one day, a good test."

That was true, it was only one day. "One condition."

"Anything!"

"You don't let Ceri make any decisions."

"Have a little faith Nathaniel."

. . .

"Nate." Rhosyn tried putting her arm around him but it didn't seem to help. "We can repair it."

"Maker."

"Its only a small hole." Right in the middle of the Keep gates. Nate didn't answer but continued to stand there, rubbing his face, trying not to stare at the gate. "I'm sure it was an accident."

"Maker."

"Why don't we go inside and ask Anders what happened?" Coaxing him gently foward, she managed to get him
moving again. "Look there's no other damage." Quickly switching sides, she used her body to block his view of the gaping hole where the well used to be.

"You're back!" Ceri bounced down the stairs. "I told Anders you'd be here soon."

"Where. Is. He?"

"In his room. He was injured when the well blew up. Did you see the hole it made in the gate?"

"What. Happened?" Nate let Rhosyn pull him up the stairs while he pictured all the various ways he was going to kill Anders.

"Dworkin blew up the well. Well, not Dworkin, one of his explosive things. He says it was left down there when the darkspawn were coming up from the cellars. There was a bang and we ran out to see. Then a bigger bang and Anders and the well went straight through the gate."

"Holy maker, is he alright?" Thoughts of murder gone, Nate walked faster.

"Mostly. I've healed him the best I could and he says he just needs rest now." Ceri put her hand on Nate's arm to stop him. "He's worried you'll think he failed at being in charge."

"It doesn't sound like he could have done anything to prevent it."

"That's what I said. But you know Anders."

He'd thought he did but now Nate was wondering if he was wrong. "What do you mean?"

"He's a healer. He thinks everything is his responsiblity." Grinning Ceri gestured. "Be nice to him or I'll turn you into a toad."

"Yes ser."

"Nate, Nate!" Callie threw herself at him. "You're back."

"I am." Catching the child easily he balanced her on his hip. "Did you have a good day?"

"Anders saved me!"

Ceri coughed. "Callie, you weren't supposed to tell anyone about that." Seeing Nate's scowl she sighed.

"Callie was playing near the well when the first explosion went off. Anders."

Nate interrupted her. "Alright." After a deep breath he opened the door and went in. "Andraste's blood Anders, you're a mess."

"Looks worse than it is." Bouncing off the gate hadn't been fun. He must remember not to try that again soon. "It looks like you were right."

Feeling Callie alive and well, even without hearing the full story from Ceri, Nate knew he'd been wrong. Perhaps there was more to running the Arling than just administration.

"I have to go to Denerim next month. If you're feeling better by then, Anders, I'd like to leave you in charge while I'm gone."

Modifié par Avilia, 04 octobre 2010 - 07:04 .

[LupusYondergirl]

That's such a sweet story! I love the idea of Anders being so worried Nathaniel would blame him even though he was really the hero of the day.

I really like how you write Nathaniel, too.  (I have such trouble getting his voice down...)

Modifié par LupusYondergirl, 04 octobre 2010 - 07:27 .

[tankgirly]

By eri_dori



It's getting hot here.

[Miri1984]

*fans self*



Avilia - loved it!

[Avilia]

LupusYondergirl wrote...

That's such a sweet story! I love the idea of Anders being so worried Nathaniel would blame him even though he was really the hero of the day.

I really like how you write Nathaniel, too.  (I have such trouble getting his voice down...)

Thanks very much   I actually find Nate really easy to write - I hear him in my head (which is quite nice actually his VA is yummy).  He reminds me a bit of my Dad - why use 5 words when 1 will do ;-)

@Miri - thanks

[jenncgf]

Avilia, I really liked your prompt fill. Yay!

[SurelyForth]

Great job, Avilia! And yes, your Nate is great. I can only pull off Angry Nate, which severely limits his potential.

Modifié par SurelyForth, 04 octobre 2010 - 12:16 .

[Avilia]

Thanks guys

[Sarah1281]

@Avilia: I really liked this. Anders feeling responsible for everything because he's a healer is an interesting concept and I loved how Nathaniel came back to seeing what he THOUGHT was proof of Anders being a spaz but it turned out that it would have happened even if Nathaniel had been there and he had actually saved Callie.

[Galagraphia]

Miri1984 wrote...
Does anyone else love these comics? Cave Fatuam on DevArt does West Young Warden - I picked a page with Anders in it.

I follow them! I love how she changes the universe and how she draws, without a touch of manga (manga looks awesome, but there's too much of it out there, I love when artists do something unique).

@Avilia, I love the prompt! This is so sweet. Anders keeps rescue maidens, no matter how old are they XD Mage-knight <3

[SurelyForth]

Prompt fill instead of working on story! Yay!

I have no idea how much time I spent writing, as it was (as per usual with these things) typed between phone calls and work junk. It's way too long, so probably more than an hour.

This is a continuation of the past two fills (and possibly a companion to forthcoming Ron/Sigrun cuteness, since they're obviously up to something awesome).

The Zombie Chicken and Other Assorted Indignities

"What do you mean and you can't find the Commander?" Anders raised his eyebrow at Seneschal Varel. Normally the older man had few words for the mage. Not that he avoided him, of course. He just had more important administrative things to tend to, while Anders…didn't. "That sounds vaguely threatening."

Varel nodded his agreement, his mask of reluctance never slipping.

"If these weren't extenuating circumstances, with the Arl being gone, Garavel training, and Oghren and Nathaniel visiting Gwaren, I would never approach you with this. But, in light of their absences, you are the senior Warden and the Vigil needs someone available to handle sundry crises as they arise."

"Sundry crises?" Anders hated the sound of that. "Are you certain that you have to be at the birth of your grandchild? Surely there will be another one in a few years and you wouldn't want the surprise for that one ruined and..."

Varel was glaring.

"Fine, fine. Just point me towards a sundry crisis and I'll handle," he punctuated this with a sigh. He'd hoped for a day spent reading and, possibly, luxuriating in a hot bath. He'd even arranged for usage of the master bath so he could have some privacy. Ron had been running him all over the place these past few weeks and, with the exception of one handful of a bright spot, this Warden gig was seeming like an awful lot of work considering the utter lack of darkspawn.

"I appreciate your willingness, Anders," Varel's eyes indicated that he was well aware of how very far he was pushing the definition of the word willingness. "My suggestion would be to just be available for most of the morning. Sit in the Main Hall and...you'll be found."

And found he was. Not twenty minutes after Varel departed, his brow furrowed as he glanced back at the keep one more time (clearly concerned that it might not be standing when he returned), Anders was accosted by Verity, the lead cook who dragged him bodily away from the cozy brazier and towards work.

It began with a chicken that refused to stay dead. It's head was clearly gone, but its body seemed ever committed to tearing around the kitchen, feet pattering against the stone hearth as it flapped and careened like a macabre little puppet encouraged on by shrieks of terror and one young scullion who kept chanting "Go henny, go!" as if this was a race and he had coin riding on the outcome.

For a few long moments, Anders just observed the chaos as grown women flailed and feathers flew. Finally, after it became abundantly clear that not a one of them possessed more sense than a damn decapitated chicken, he hit it with an ice spell, stopping it dead so that it fell to the floor with an audible thud that silenced the room as effectively as anything ever could.

"Cool!" That was the scullion.

"Thank you for that, ser mage," Verity hurried forward to collect the chicken, mumbling under her breath as she went. "I hope that he didn't put a curse on it..."

Are you kidding me? Anders hand went out automatically and he was very near to casting a reanimation spell when the chicken, freed once again from the bounds of death, sprang out of Verity's grasp and straight into his chest, splattering blood and feathers across his robes and almost giving him a small heart attack.

It was the chicken's last hurrah. No amount of anything could revive it once it had fallen victim to Anders' incendiary retaliation, the stench of burnt feathers following him as he stalked out of the kitchen, picking feathers off of his chest and swearing so vehemently under his breath that even Oghren would blush if he could hear him.

"Uh, hello?" Anders whipped around and very nearly ran as his eyes fell on a rather gelatinous fellow, pink and as bald as a nug, wearing the most ill-fitting set of Chantry robes that he'd ever had the displeasure of seeing. "Am I in the right place?"

No, you are absolutely not in the right place. The right place is the bottom of the well, which is in the yard and not here talking to me.

"That depends," Anders struggled to keep his voice neutral. "What's the right place to you?"

"Well, see," he was nervous, his voice high, and he couldn't take his eyes off the blood and feathers on the front of Anders robes.

Maker, he probably thinks I was just participating in some sort of magic cult ritual sacrifice thing.

"I was coming to pick up some, hrm, monies for Our Lady from a...Woolsey? Andisthisabadtime? I can go someplace else and, er, wait? Please?"

Anders fought the urge for a full body eye roll and gestured for the priest or whatever he was to follow him to Woolsey's office.

"You're on your own from here on out," Anders nodded towards the door. Zombie chickens and Chantry representatives he could handle but Woolsey was an entirely different animal.

He left the man staring at Woolsey's office and ambled back towards the infirmary, only to get caught by Brady, the Vigil marshal who needed him to supervise an inspection of the stables, which meant horse manure, horse smells, and hearing Farrier Frank give him lip about his daughter Mona and she never would have married that Padrich fellow had you not broken her heart, you shameless bastard.

After the stables it was Dworkin trying to get approval for a shipment of lyrium sand that personally excited Anders but would probably mean the end of the Vigil as the knew it and he wasn't quite willing to have a hand in that end.

Then it was a steady stream of annoyances and nothing terribly taxing...

"I think someone raided the wine racks, Ser. There are four bottles of our best red missing."

"I'll put out an alert right away. I'm certain that, come tomorrow morning, those four bottles will have magically reappeared and be ready to serve to the next dignitary that makes his way up here."

"Hey, ya. So that lastest batch of wax we brought down from Highever? It's real bad. Smokes like you wouldn't believe and smells worse than..."

"Filth? Dried chicken blood? Why not melt down the leftover wax from the last order and mix with the new, see if that doesn't help mitigate the smoking and the smell. Meanwhile, I'll take down a note and we'll try to get a refund or price break on the next order. And yes, I'll request that it be sent down here sooner."

"Can't say we didn't see this coming, but there's a hole in the roof of the secondary grain store? Ya, if it rains tonight, and this is Ferelden so it's gonna rain tonight, that grain is worthless. Carpenter can't get to repairing until tomorrow, on account of the thing with the mill, so something's gotta be done."

"Of course," Anders covered his eyes and tried not to grind his teeth too loudly. "Assuming there's room in the main store, we can just transfer it into there. Which will, of course, take manpower that I'll need to scrounge up."

"Sure."

"Sure," Anders mimicked the man's shrug and went around the keep recruiting only to end up doing much of the work himself. It was exhausting, but at least it kept him unavailable for

"Herren! I am only doing what was asked of me by the Commander. This is much more important that the captain getting another custom hauberk made."

Dammit. Anders tried to sneak by the blacksmith and his partner, only to be spotted by Herren less than three steps outside of the main gate.

"Anders! Ser mage, please come here and talk sense to Wade," Herren's face was as flushed as ever and he was pointing jabbily at the Warden's smith, who sat hunched over his workbench, tooling.

"Sense? SENSE! As if you would know sense if it smacked you on its face, Herren. All you know is how much gold you have in the morning and how much more you have in the evening. Sense is not gold, sense is artistry and craft," Wade frowned. "Besides, this is my chance to shine."

"You see, Anders, Wade has been commissioned to craft ceremonial armor for all the Wardens, in anticipation of the royal wedding. We are being paid handsomely for the honor, but it leaves him little time for other orders, which we need in order to make a living," Herren was looking at Anders, but his words were pointed towards the smith, who responded with an perfectly executed eye roll before continuing with his task.

"Well, what is he working on now?" Anders couldn't quite make it out, but it didn't seem like any armor that he'd seen before.

"Tell the man, Wade. Show him your precious project that has lost us ten sovereigns this week alone."

"Well, the Commander wanted to surprise the king with something exceptional and I decided that...," he held up the leather he'd been tooling and it was obviously a corset, exquisitely detailed and incredibly impractical for any venue that didn't include thick walls, heavy drapes and a bed.

"Quite lovely. However, I think you've gotten the wrong idea about the king. He's big everywhere but where you've actually given him...room."

Wade's posture dropped and he let out the most annoyed sound Anders had ever heard in his entire life, which was quite the feat.

"No, you foolish man. It's for his betrothed! I thought he might appreciate seeing his new bride in something beautiful made just for her, so I got her measurements from her dressmaker and voila!" He held it aloft again and Anders didn't need to hear another word because yes. And there was a tiny flare of jealousy that he didn't quite know what to do with, but mostly he was imagining and counting out ten sovereigns from his coin purse.

"This should help offset your losses so Wade can finish, my part to cover the gift," he smirked at Wade, hoping that he sounded like he meant what he was about to say. "After all, a happy king is a good king. And that, on the right woman, would be enough to make any man happy."

Anders left them, now squabbling over how Wade had told Herren just that and maybe he should trust him every once in a while. Maybe? and was never so happy to see Garavel in his entire life when he found the man waiting, arms crossed over his chest, in the main hall.

"This is your gig, now," Anders indicated his ruined robes and boots. "I'm grabbing a book and taking a hot bath."

"Is there anything I should kn-"

"Nope!"

He made it up to his room, Pounce greeting him with an irritated mewf and the first thing that was wrong was his door hadn't been locked and the second thing was that his books were missing.\\\\

All of them.

"Andraste's knicker-weasels, who would steal a man's library?"

The answer was scrawled on a scrap of vellum on Anders' desk.

Anders-
I didn't think you'd mind if we borrowed some of your reading materials, since you seemed to be out all day. We didn't know exactly what we wanted, so we just took the lot.
Ron
(Sigrun says that if you're mad, just wait until you see how happy we are tomorrow at breakfast. That should make you feel better!)

Better is not what I'll be feeling the next time I see them, he scowled as the note turned to flame at his fingertips. Elficidal, maybe.

With an exhausted sigh, he gathered his soap, towel and a clean set of robes.

The bath, at least, was how he needed it to be: the room empty and the water already brought up and waiting for his hands to warm it.

He slid in, luxuriating at last as he replaced the absent prose of the filthiest literary minds in Orlais with visions of an exquisite and impractical leather corset on the absolute right woman, counting it a victory that he was able to finish his night out in peace, and without a single complaint or zombie chicken to distract him.

Modifié par SurelyForth, 04 octobre 2010 - 08:50 .

[Sarah1281]

@SurelyForth: Poor Anders. If I were him, I'd be REALLY pissed at Ron and Sigrun. I mean, taking his whole collection? If they're going to raid his library without asking you'd think that they could have the decency to take the time to find what they're looking for before leaving.

[LupusYondergirl]

Galagraphia wrote...

Miri1984 wrote...
Does anyone else love these comics? Cave Fatuam on DevArt does West Young Warden - I picked a page with Anders in it.

I follow them! I love how she changes the universe and how she draws, without a touch of manga (manga looks awesome, but there's too much of it out there, I love when artists do something unique).

I just read them all. I love the mix of Awakenings and Origins cast.
Anders and Zevran together!

Modifié par LupusYondergirl, 04 octobre 2010 - 06:41 .

[jenncgf]

Surely, HILARIOUS! I laughed all the way through it!

[SurelyForth]

Sarah1281 wrote...

@SurelyForth: Poor Anders. If I were him, I'd be REALLY pissed at Ron and Sigrun. I mean, taking his whole collection? If they're going to raid his library without asking you'd think that they could have the decency to take the time to find what they're looking for before leaving.

They're technically not his, since he stole most the books from the main hall.

But yeah, greedy. And possibly a little over excited.

Modifié par SurelyForth, 04 octobre 2010 - 06:52 .

[Miri1984]

I LOVED this, Surely.

Edited to add: From the woman who gave us The Picture. Can I just say.. GUH...:

Modifié par Miri1984, 04 octobre 2010 - 08:25 .

[SurelyForth]

Thanks, Miri!!!

I appreciate the comment, too.

@Jenn Thanks to you, too, because I can't remember if I thanked you another way.

Modifié par SurelyForth, 04 octobre 2010 - 08:36 .

[Avilia]

@Sarah and Gala - Thanks vm



@Surely - elificidal..lol



@Miri - oooh

[LupusYondergirl]

@Surely: That was so much fun.



@Miri: Umf. I love Anders with his hair down.

[tankgirly]

Doh, Miri beat me to it!



It was done by Sweetfoxy!!!!!!! She's going to have her shoulder operation and was not suppose to do any doodling, but she did this for my birthday! I am so happy!



Tank

[Miri1984]

LupusYondergirl wrote...

@Surely: That was so much fun.

@Miri: Umf. I love Anders with his hair down.

There needs to be a mod for Anders with his hair down. [cailan]GLORIOUS[cailan]. But of course we don't need it because the amazing SweetFoxy is fulfilling all my fantasies. Except the one where it's ME waking him up, of course...

[LupusYondergirl]

I would love an Anders lets his hair down mod. Not as much as I would love an actual in-game Anders romance, but hey...

I wish they would release the Awakenings files for the toolset. If they had I'm sure SOMEONE would have done a romance mod already.



...And I suspect I'm about to get roasted alive in the fanfic thread. I brought it on myself, though. I don't care. I can't sit idly by while people sh*t talk my single greatest love in life. (Referring, of course, to the English language)

[Sarah1281]

LupusYondergirl wrote...

I would love an Anders lets his hair down mod. Not as much as I would love an actual in-game Anders romance, but hey...
I wish they would release the Awakenings files for the toolset. If they had I'm sure SOMEONE would have done a romance mod already.

...And I suspect I'm about to get roasted alive in the fanfic thread. I brought it on myself, though. I don't care. I can't sit idly by while people sh*t talk my single greatest love in life. (Referring, of course, to the English language)

Oh, probably. I had the same thing happen to me in my freaking status a few weeks back (why someone would take a 'I don't like deliberate misspellings' status as an invitation to start using nothing but that in the comments is beyond me). If it's any consolation, what you wrote was very eloquent and I absolutely agreed with it.

Anders, pretending to be on-topic: