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[LupusYondergirl]

Imagine if all three women managed to sync up. I think Alistair would seriously consider running away to find the Wardens in Orlais.
(uploading new AOA chapter!)
*sigh of relief at latest Fractures chapter*

because for now I'm following this guideline:

Modifié par LupusYondergirl, 02 décembre 2010 - 08:07 .

[Liliandra Nadiar]

Or start an Order on the other side of Thedas entirely.

[Miri1984]

@Lupus I figured you all knew she wouldn't come away with permanent brain damage considering my "what happened in Orlais" prompts . Plus which, she's awesome. And I can't be mean to Anders. At least, not long term. Because really, the Calling is mean enough.



I'm actually writing a bit of close-to-the-calling Anders now, simply because I want it put down for when I eventually get to my post Consequences fic, and it's a bit too bloody heartbreaking. I can only do a couple of paragraphs at a time before I get weepy.



Could have something to do with the time of the month thing .

[tankgirly]

Hey guys. There is a image leak somewhere, showing a yummy MEG who could be our DA II love interest.



http://social.biowar...1/index/5358074



What do you think?



Tank

[Avilia]

My prompt response. If we're going AU go all the way I say ;-)

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It took him a while, but Anders finally managed to push himself out from the under the dead ogre. Dragging himself to his feet he turned slowly in a circle.

They were all dead. As far as he could see, nothing but dead bodies. Human and darkspawn. Apart from some crows, he appeared to be the only living thing left in Ostagar. There was good and bad in that.

The Circle would think he was dead. That was the good. All these people actually were dead. That was the bad.

He'd have to leave, find somewhere to wait out the Blight. Before he did that, he'd have to make sure everyone really was dead. He'd never forgive himself if he left someone behind.

. . .

Someone had told him once that you should never make plans. If you did that, the Maker would notice and mess it up for you. Anders had laughed at the time, a joke surely? Apparently not.

Here he was, weeks after his promise to himself to leave Ferelden and wait out the Blight, and what he was he doing? Was he safely on ship on his way to the Free Marches? No. Was he tucked away cosily in an Inn on the Coast of Rivain? Again no.

Where was he? He was tramping across the wintry fields at the foot of the Frostback Mountains. Why was he doing that? Because he'd heard a vague rumour that there was a village here that needed a healer. Curse his need to help people.

He was so lost in cursing himself it took him a few moments to notice the sound. Then the smell. Darkspawn. Lovely.

Slowing his steps, Anders pretended he hadn't noticed them while at the same time trying to move to a better position to fight. From what he could see there were at least ten of them. Two of the mage ones, Emissaries he'd been told they were called, and the rest the little ones. Genlocks.

Ten. Sighing he pulled his staff free. Oh well, the freedom had been nice while it lasted. Still, he supposed it was much better to die a free mage than one shackled to the Circle.

He was half way through casting at the first Genlock when something knocked him off his feet. Landing hard, his head thudded into a rock and the world went black.

. . .

"Sorry about that."

Anders blinked at the bright light, then pushed himself up to sit. "Sorry?"

"I knocked you out. There was a Hurlock behind you. Had a big sword aimed at your head."

"Oh? Well, thanks. I suppose." Maker his head hurt. After a moment's concentration, he put his hand over the worst of it. "Ah, much better."

"You're a healer!? Maker that's handy."

"Wait." Feeling he could do it now, Anders stood. The darkspawn were dead. Lying rather neatly in a circle around them. "Did you kill them? Alone?"

"There were only ten of them."

"Only. Andraste's ****** how did you. Its impossible!" The man grinned and shook his head.

"Not really. I'm a grey warden you see. Its what we do." Bowing slightly he introduced himself. "I'm Alistair."

"Anders." Anders bowed politely as well. "Your arrival was timely. My thanks."

"My pleasure. We're camped a few miles from here." He pointed backwards over his shoulder. "Our, leader, decided to go off without me."

He left it at that, but Anders could hear him grumbling under his breath. "Does your leader often leave you at camp?"

"Only when. Well. Never mind that. I've found you. That's a good thing. If you're willing to join us. You are willing aren't you?"

Quite an enthusiastic young man. "If you're in need of a healer, I'm willing to help." He was jolted by a slap on the back.

"Great! We're on our way to Orzammar."

"Orzammar? I didn't think the dwarves allowed outsiders to enter the city." Alistair had started walking, so Anders scooped up his pack and followed him.

"These are unusual times Anders. There's a Blight you know."

"I'd noticed that, yes." After glancing at his new friend a few times, Anders just came out with it. "Were you at Ostagar? They said there were Wardens there." Alistair looked at him for a moment then nodded. "I was there too. With the Circle mages. The First Enchanter thought I'd be useful."

"The Circle Mages." After a soft cough, Alistair grinned. "Really?"

"Yes, really. Is that funny?"

"No, no, not at all. You just, don't seem like a Circle mage. Or dress like one."

Anders ran his hand down the side of his robe. He'd traded his old one and a spot of healing for it with a band of Chasind he'd met soon after leaving Ostagar. "I should hope not. Those robes are dull. Dull and boring. Now why are you grinning?"

"No reason. Just happy to have a healer."

. . .

"We don't need a healer!"

"Yes, we do. And if you hadn't killed that nice old lady at the Tower we'd have one."

Anders blinked and tried not to look like he was listening. Alistair had brought him back to their camp as promised. During his absence the others in his party had returned and he'd gone into one of the tents to talk to the other Warden.

There were only two of them left apparently. The elf, Zevran, said the others had died at Ostagar.

"She attacked me first."

He couldn't see her, but he could clearly hear a pout in her tone. Unlike Alistair, his fellow Warden seemed less than pleased that he was here.

"She attacked you because you were going to kill all the mages."

"Cullen was upset. I wanted to cheer him up."

"You can't."

Anders tilted his head to hear better but all he heard was Alistair growling. Obviously his need to cheer up Cullen wasn't as great as hers. Cullen. Oh yes, the Templar at the Tower. Interesting.

"Fine. Wynne attacked you first. What about Morrigan?"

"She was mean to you."

"She might still have been useful. We need a healer. Did you think of that? No. You hardly waited until we'd reached Lothering before sending her back to her mother."

There was no answer to that but a soft sniff. Not an upset sniff, but a sniff of disdain for this mysterious Morrigan.

"Unless you decide you can heal us, we need him. Please."

"Do you think its a good idea to pick up stray mages on the road?"

Even without seeing him, Anders could feel Alistair's disbelief at the question. "Maker's sake! Zevran was paid to kill us and Leliana met us in a tavern. I hardly think you're in a position to question my recruitment practices."

There was a long moment of silence, during which Anders glanced over at Zevran who shrugged and smiled. The bard, Leliana wasn't much more helpful, if prettier to look at. She shrugged as well. He didn't bother trying the Golem. For one thing it was too far away and for another, it wasn't very friendly.

"Fine. Alright. Where is he?"

"Outside of course. Where else would he be? Ouch! Don't hit me."

The tent flap flew open and Alistair stomped out. "Anders. We'd love to have you stay."

"I'm honoured." His gaze moved past Alistair to woman. "My lady." He dipped a bow. "Anders at your service."

"Oh my manners." Alistair moved out of the way to let her past. "Anders this is Ceridwen."

"Anders." Ceri walked closer. "Alistair says you're a healer?"

"Yes. I." He lost his train of thought when she hooked her finger around the ring on the front of his robe and tugged it.

"We're going to save Ferelden Anders. The five of us. You'll help us, won't you?"

Modifié par Avilia, 02 décembre 2010 - 01:11 .

[cave_fatuam]

@Estral
If the episode of Futurama with Fry's old dog comes on, I'm done for the day... Walkin' on sunshine bark, bark, ba-bark bark. *wibble*

@Avilia
I love that everyone can hear what they're saying inside the tenet and are just looking at each other awkwardly.

Modifié par cave_fatuam, 02 décembre 2010 - 04:39 .

[Sarah1281]

@Avilia: No wonder Alistair was so anxious to have an apostate stick around! Although he may have gotten the wrong impression from how Anders introduced himself. I love that she killed Wynne because Cullen needed to be cheered up. I totally accidentally did that once. I was just humoring him and Wynne wouldn't even let me explain...

[Galagraphia]

@Avilia, I love your Ceri logic   And how she's trying to make everyone happy in her own way. Cute

Sarah1281 wrote...
I love that she killed Wynne because Cullen needed to be cheered up. I totally accidentally did that once. I was just humoring him and Wynne wouldn't even let me explain...

lol, I once did that too. Cullen and my Surana were having lovely conversation, he almost calmed down and was almost ready for a hug, and then Wynne goes: "Shut up you all and let's go kill some blood mages! And btw, Cullen is mad, don't listen to him". I swear, her death was an accident! And the way Cullen was purring after the fight and talk to old Greg was totally worth it.  There was soooo much Anders in his "you should go"  

Ahh, I love the new prompt. 

[LupusYondergirl]

@Avilia: I love that, and I can totally see Anders using Ostagar as a chance to escape, but still doing what he could to heal people first.
What I wonder is how he would react to finding out she sided with the templars over the mages at the circle...

Home early since my second class was cancelled.  Apparently half the major roads are closed because the areas south of the city got more than a foot of snow overnight, and another foot today.  Funny, since I only have about three inches of snow where I am.

Modifié par LupusYondergirl, 02 décembre 2010 - 05:19 .

[Galagraphia]

Hm, I would love to see Cullen and Anders shouting at each other in the Tower.

Cullen: KILL 'EM ALL!!!
Anders: Err, why should I?
Cullen: They all are EVIL!
Morrigan: 'Tis amusing how these two fools sound so alike.
Leliana: Don't call Anders "fool", please. He's too cute 
Anders: See? The lady says we kill no innocent mages today. And she speaks directly to the Maker. Obey!
Cullen: But she didn't say!..
Anders: You dare to argue with the Maker? Do you know Pride was the sin which had brought the darkspawn into the world?
Cullen: But I!...
Anders: Relax! And... try not to go mad while we're performing our heroic deeds.
Wynne: *cough* Uldred!
Anders: Ah, yes. See ya, Cullen. Kiss Rhia for me next time you see her.
Cullen: 

Modifié par Galagraphia, 02 décembre 2010 - 06:34 .

[Miri1984]

"See, The lady says we kill no innocent mages today!" Love it, Gala. And I hope your hospital ladies are cheering up.



@Avilia Gorgeous. Ceri is great - "She was mean to you!" too funny. She reminded me a little bit of Angelique here - forcing Alistair to actually be a little bit grown up. Anders doesn't know what he's in for!

[Avilia]

@Cave Thanks   No privacy in that camp  everyone has to be polite and pretend not to hear..things ;-)

@Sarah Thanks   I had to reread Anders introducing himself to Alistair - I didn't think of that when I wrote it but it does seem Anders is being vague.  He's controlling me!  Oh I'd never kill the mages just to cheer  Cullen up.  >.>  Okay fine I always do it.  He's just so cute and Greg Ellis and everything.

@Gala Thanks   Ceri likes everyone to be happy - unless they're mean to her friends.

@Lupus Thanks   I tried not to get into too much detail about the events thus far.  This prompt would make a really good long fan fic imho.  It was really difficult to keep it this long and not go crazy with it.

@Miri Thanks   I think I did channel Angelique for a second there ;-)  That is Ceri's logic though, people can't be mean to her friends. 

Modifié par Avilia, 02 décembre 2010 - 08:27 .

[Miri1984]

My prompt response:

A Lucky Man

Anders watched incredulously from his precarious perch outside the tower window as a giant hawk flew in, picked up the two grey wardens in its claws and flew away again. The darkspawn seemed equally bemused, but at least they didn't feel halfway betrayed.

"You mean," he muttered to himself as he painstakingly began the careful work of finding footholds for his long climb down to the ground, "if I had been less quick with that arcane shield and actually taken the arrow, now I'd be off being some apostate's pet?" There was no way that hawk was a real one. Shapeshifting magic....

.....would be extremely handy right now....

The horde were luckily not very bright. Once the Tower had been cleared, they swarmed back to the battlefield, allowing a sore and grumpy Anders to slip away towards Lothering. Climbing down the outside of the Tower of Ishal was definitely on his list of things-not-to-do again. On the plus side, he was free of the Tower. The Circle mages at Ostagar would undoubtably believe he was dead. There was a chance they would even destroy his phylactery (he could always hope).

Lothering was crushingly depressing. He set up shop in the Chantry, of all places, the Templar there taking in his robes and instead of clapping him in anti magic bracers, happily let him dispense cures for the locals in exchange for whatever payment they could spare (which wasn't much - but Anders didn't insist, and if they wanted to give him food he could certainly do with some).

He'd been there for a week, slowly accumulating supplies. Every time he thought of leaving, another villager would come with a sick child or a injury or a need for a poultice and he found he didn't particularly want to leave, not when he was doing some good. This was what a posting outside the Tower would have done for him, he thought bitterly, if they'd just trusted him enough to give him one.

He recognised them right away - the spiky haired blond and the simply delectable lady with the dog - but now they were accompanied by someone else. And if the dark haired lady rogue was delectable, the obvious apostate was good enough to feast upon. Anders found himself licking his lips as they approached his makeshift table. The rogue picked up one of his poultices and turned it over in her hands. "This looks like better quality than that snake of a merchant outside was offering," she said, then passed it to the apostate. "What do you think, Morrigan?"

She turned it over in her hands and he leaned back in his chair, folding his arms and letting his gaze run over her. In the meantime the blond guy was nudging the other woman. "He looks familiar, doesn't he?" he whispered. She turned her grey gaze on him and he smirked at her.

"You were in Ostagar," she said. He nodded. "How did you get away?" 

"While you two were being so inconveniently stuck with arrows I climbed out the window," he said. Morrigan looked up at him, obviously impressed and trying not to show it. She put the poultice back on the table.

"Very good quality," she said. "Better than most of your Circle brethren. I could, of course, do better, but seeing as we have no components..."

"Oh, ho! The lady thinks she's a better herbalist than me!" Anders smiled his most charming smile at the apostate to lessen the sting of his words. The two wardens had moved away and were talking in urgent whispers to each other. Anders noted, out of the corner of his eye, the way they leaned a little bit to close to each other as they spoke, how the boy's hands would twitch every now and then as though he wanted to touch her. Mmmm, one of them was taken then. He turned his full attention back to Morrigan. How lucky it was the less attractive of the two. "I would welcome the opportunity to test you," he said, leaning forward.

She looked singularly unimpressed, but it didn't faze him in the least. He liked a challenge.

"She's got virtually no healing magic - and this man's circle trained. Alistair, could you stop being a Templar for two....."

"I'm not a Templar, I keep telling you..."

"Just.... we need a healer. We're the last two Grey Wardens in Ferelden - we have to get to the archdemon to kill it..."

Morrigan was watching him, a small smile on her beautiful lips. He smirked at her. "Looks like someone thinks I might be useful," he said. "Possibly not in the capacity I'd most like, but..." he spread his hands.

"You would be willing to accompany us?" Morrigan asked. The two wardens were still bickering, but he got the impression they were both enjoying themselves.

"Do you see a stunning future for me here?" he replied. "Shall I ask them or should we wait for them to come to a logical conclusion on their own?"
 
"Will the circle let you off your leash long enough to be any use at all?" she asked with a sneer. 

He frowned at her. "I was an apostate for fifteen years," he said. "I have no loyalty to the Circle. The Circle," he said, plucking at his standard issue robes and grimacing "can go **** itself."

Morrigan laughed. "Indeed. So, why don't you gather your things?" Anders eyed the two wardens questioningly. Morrigan waved an arm "Oh, the boy always does as she says, they will certainly ask you." 

"Lucky him," he said.

A couple of hours later he was kissing the hand of a beautiful red-head in the local tavern, surrounded by the groaning bodies of fools who he had been able, nay encouraged to shoot lightning at.

Oh, he was a lucky, lucky man.

Modifié par Miri1984, 02 décembre 2010 - 09:03 .

[Avilia]

@Miri hehe - fabulous fun. All those pretty girls for Anders to get to know. I really think Morrigan chat is the lesser for Anders not being in Origins. He'd have no problems dealing with her I reckon.

[Wedger]

SurelyForth wrote...

We barely had television when I was growing up, so I never saw Doogie Howser. I just remember watching Starship Troopers and being like "That's Doogie Howser? Damn." And now...awesome.

Also...prompt! It's technically Thursday here, so I'm going to lay it down now:

Anders as an Origins companion. Let's pretend Irving decided to give him a chance and sent him to Ostagar where he found himself "misplaced" after the battle.

I always wondered who the extra mage was at Ostagar.  There was Wynne, Uldred, the three casting in camp, and the one at the tower of Ishal
But there were seven sent out according to what we are told in the Mage origin (Was it Irving or Duncan who says it - can't recall). 
So - it was Anders!  What a great prompt.

[LupusYondergirl]

@Miri: I love it! What a great way to include him- make him the mage at the tower! Brilliant!

[Sarah1281]

@Miri: Oh, that was amusing. I think Morrigan/Anders would be a really fun pairing and Morrigan would appreciate that he wouldn't sulk about it when she had to lead either right after or right before the Blight. Plus, he could give Alistair some advice which, if Anders' intuition is correct, he will desperately need.
And the nice thing about people like Angélique is that I think by the end of the Blight Alistair is far more prepared to be king than if he had an actual responsible and sane Warden to help him out. She's good for him, really.

[Miri1984]

@Lupus I had actually started this before Surely did the prompt - a couple of weeks ago there was a discussion somewhere about Anders being an origins companion and I wanted to do a one shot of it, but then realised I would want to do the whole thing so stopped. (also - TOO MUCH TO WRITE). Still, I may continue it a bit at a time. As Avilia said, the idea is just toooo appealing.



Someone should do one of these for Nate, Sigrun, Velanna and Justice as well.

[SurelyForth]

@Avilia Awesome! And poor Alistair as the go between.

@Miri Eeeee!  You need to write a sequel so you can cover how very tense things get between Leliana and Morrigan with him around and flirting like a fiend.

And I didn't even think of Anders being the mage who goes into the Tower with you. The last couple of times I played through Ostagar was with mages, so my PC were stuck with Team Shield Pummel as back-up.

@Miri Now that I have the idea in my head, I really want to do a full-length fic, too. And OMG Nate in Origins, with a Cousland Warden, could be epic.

Modifié par SurelyForth, 02 décembre 2010 - 09:39 .

[Sarah1281]

OMG, imagine Leliana's elf conversation with Velanna!

[SurelyForth]

Sarah1281 wrote...

OMG, imagine Leliana's elf conversation with Velanna!

 If ever there was a time for the companions to whip out the popcorn and catch a show, that would be it!

[LupusYondergirl]

You know, I would buy DLC just to see a Leliana/Velenna conversation.
I may do this tonight, I'm starting to formulate an idea...
The mention of 'team shield pummell' reminds me of what I hate most about the tower of Ishal part of Ostagar. You get mage and warrior or two warriors. Give me someone who can lockpick, damn it! There's stuff in there that I can never go back for!
I wonder if someone made a mod to fix that...

Also, for those who follow AOA, I'm doing a contest. And yes, it is a shameless ploy for more reviews. I admit it.  I'm just dying to see that number click over!

Modifié par LupusYondergirl, 02 décembre 2010 - 10:30 .

[Miri1984]

Nate in Origins needs to happen. His crisis/hardening would be the death of Howe - if you don't get his loyalty high enough he'll join his father and attack you... I wonder what Anders' crisis could be? Something to do with claustrophobia in the deep roads or a Templar confrontation at the tower or on the road.... AAAAARGH TOO MUCH TO WRITE!!!!

[LupusYondergirl]

For Anders I bet it would be siding with the templars in the tower.

[Miri1984]

Oh, yes. Obviously. Although that's Wynne's crisis too.. maybe we don't have to have Wynne in the party at all if Anders is about . Now.. Anders' personal quest COULD be finding and destroying his phylactery, or it could be family related...