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[Zjarcal]

Avilia wrote...

Ever get the feeling you're being dragged around by unseen forces?

The thread? Yeah, I think it gets that feeling. I'm not sure the forces (or force?) are unseen though.

Unrelated stuff, the first thing I found on deviantart.



http://browse.devian...l howe#/d2zobh2

Modifié par Zjarcal, 29 septembre 2010 - 06:42 .

[Lady_Scarlett]

Avilia wrote...

Ever get the feeling you're being dragged around by unseen forces?

Yup! Twenty-four hours a day and seven days a week... been more noticable since I played Awakening... wonder why... *I'm thinking right now. Do not disturb*

[Avilia]

I've been listening to Splashdown at work lately.  Every time I hear The archer I see this in my head:

[MelRedux]

Ooooooooohhhhh.......shiney....

[Anarya]

Sort of on topic, but where are you guys finding the headmorphs for the Awakening characters? Like whoever had Nate's head on Loghain a page or two back.

[Sarah1281]

Hey, is it my turn for the prompt tomorrow?

[Zjarcal]

Anarya wrote...

Sort of on topic, but where are you guys finding the headmorphs for the Awakening characters? Like whoever had Nate's head on Loghain a page or two back.

Go to this folder on your Dragon Age installation folder, dragon age origins\\packages\\core_ep1\\data, and open the face.erf file on the toolset.

There you will find all the Awakening morphs and you can extract them to use them on both Origins or Awakening.

Modifié par Zjarcal, 30 septembre 2010 - 10:48 .

[MelRedux]

Sarah1281 wrote...

Hey, is it my turn for the prompt tomorrow?

Yes it is!  You can post it now if you want.

[Sarah1281]

Mel_Redux wrote...

Sarah1281 wrote...

Hey, is it my turn for the prompt tomorrow?

Yes it is!  You can post it now if you want.

Okay. I'm going to try one of these one-word prompts for once and see how that goes.

This week's prompt is: Mother.

[jenncgf]

Ooh, that should come up with some good responses. I like it! Now, to think of a prompt fill. hmmmm...

[Avilia]

Great prompt Sarah.  You managed to hit my sentimental nerve, which isn't an easy thing to do.


"Where's your mother, child?" Nate crouched so the small child wouldn't have to look up and asked again.  "Where's your mother?"

"Dead ser, her father too. She was with her grandmother but she." Garavel shrugged and patted the girl's
shoulder, not wanting to say it aloud. "We'll send her to the orphanage in Amaranthine."

A harsh fate for such a small thing. "The cost of war Garavel."

"Yes ser." It was a price he'd much prefer not to pay. "Pardon me for bothering you, she was crying and I
thought if I showed her the armoury she might stop."

"The armoury?" Only Garavel would think that a solution for a crying child. "We can do better than that." Hoping she wouldn't object, he stood, lifing the child at the same time. "Comfortable, child?"

"Callie." Callie liked this man. Settling in, she put her head against his chest and heard his heart beating under her ear.

"My name's Nate, Callie, pleased to meet you." She giggled. "How old is she?"

"As near as we can tell, five. Possibly, six."

"Well, Callie, how would you like to see magic?" She nodded. "I know a mage that will love showing you some tricks."

"I'll leave her with you Commander."

"Thank you Garavel. I'll bring her down after we've made Anders do tricks for us."

"Yes ser." Chuckling Garavel went back to his duties.

"Now my lady. We have a mage to find." At this time of the day, Anders would still be in the dining hall. "Are you hungry?" She nodded. "Let's find some food while we hunt out the mage."

"Eggs."

"Eggs it is." It was heartbreaking to see how many orphans the war and the darkspawn had left. Even after this much time there were still too many of them, many with no family to take them in. Which meant too many sent to the Orphanages. Sighing he hitched Callie more securely. He couldn't help them, as much as he might want to.

"Here we are." Pushing the door open he walked into the noisy dining hall.

"Commander! New lady friend?" Oghren peered at the small female in Nate's arms. "Ah I see why you like her."

"Callie, this is Oghren."

"My lady." Oghren bowed and smiled when she giggled. "Can't stay to dally." With another bow he strode out.

"He's funny."

"He is indeed." Looking around the room Nate found Anders sitting in a corner surrounded by plates of food. That mage seemed to have an enormous appetite for everything. "There's our mage and he has eggs. We'll steal his shall we? Save some time."

Anders glanced up, fork half way to his mouth. "Do you need that growth lanced?"

"Ignore him Callie, he thinks he's funny." Leaning down Nate lifted a plate. "Eggs my lady." Using one foot he moved the chair enough so he could sit. "Can you use this?" She took it and started shovelling eggs into her mouth. "Must be related to you Anders."

"Very funny."

"When we've finished eating, we need you to show us some magic tricks."

"Tricks?" Anders flicked his hand out and brought a small flame to life. "Like that?"

"Ooh."

"Yes I think so. Just like that."

When she reached out to touch the flame, Anders closed his hand. "That's hot my pet." He flicked his hand again, this time with a cold spell. She touched it with one finger and giggled. "I could freeze the Commander here for you, that would be funny." Her head shook. "Ah, like him do you?" Closing his hand on the small blizzard this time he showed her a lightning storm. "Don't touch that one."

"Who's this?" Rhosyn had spotted them from across the room. It was unusual to find a child in the Vigil dining hall. "New recruit?"

"This is Callie, Callie this is Rhosyn." He let go when Callie threw herself at Rhosyn. "I think she likes you."

"Hello Callie." Rhosyn smiled when the child touched her face.

"Pretty."

"Thank you." Settling the child on her lap she let her investigate the blood writing on her face. "Are we training them from babies now?"

"Callie's going to Amaranthine." He didn't need to say why. "I'm giving her breakfast and magic tricks first."

"Oh?" Rhosyn kissed the soft head nestled under chin and sighed. "That's." Oh, she was being silly.

"That's a sad thing."

"Yes." Nate touched Callie's ear, flicking the point gently with one finger. "It is." He couldn't, could he? As if hearing his thoughts Callie grinned at him. Perhaps he could, just this one. He knew Rhosyn wanted children and as things stood it wasn't likely and even if it were. He touched the ear again. They wouldn't be elves.

"Rhosyn?" She sniffed back tears and his mind was made up. "I think you'll be a good mother."

[Sarah1281]

@Avilia: I tend to despise children in fanfiction as it's so easy to hit annoying when aiming for cute but I really like Callie here. I really wanted Nathaniel to be able to help her (and it ended on a nice, hopeful note so we can feel free to assume that he did) and liked the brief mention about how ay children that he had with Rhosyn wouldn't be elves. I don't think you mentioned Callie's race in here (or else I missed it) so what was she? I also liked that little dig at Garavel. He's not much one for children, is he?

[Avilia]

Sarah1281 wrote...

@Avilia: I tend to despise children in fanfiction as it's so easy to hit annoying when aiming for cute but I really like Callie here. I really wanted Nathaniel to be able to help her (and it ended on a nice, hopeful note so we can feel free to assume that he did) and liked the brief mention about how ay children that he had with Rhosyn wouldn't be elves. I don't think you mentioned Callie's race in here (or else I missed it) so what was she? I also liked that little dig at Garavel. He's not much one for children, is he?

I didn't want it to be obvious at the start but Callie is an elf (Nate was flicking the point of her ear) - perhaps I wasn't clear enough at the end. Darn it. 

Poor Garavel - he did his best but he's a soldier through and through.

Thank you for the kind words - I'm not one to write children usually but for some reason she just slipped in there.

[Anarya]

Zjarcal wrote...

Anarya wrote...

Sort of on topic, but where are you guys finding the headmorphs for the Awakening characters? Like whoever had Nate's head on Loghain a page or two back.

Go to this folder on your Dragon Age installation folder, dragon age origins\\\\packages\\\\core_ep1\\\\data, and open the face.erf file on the toolset.

There you will find all the Awakening morphs and you can extract them to use them on both Origins or Awakening.

Awesome, thanks!

[jenncgf]

Avilia, I really enjoyed your prompt response. I thought the subtle touch of showing that the child was an elf was excellently done!

[Avilia]

@Jenn - thanks

[Mahumia]

Great story Avilia!

[Avilia]

@Mahumia ty

[Lady_Scarlett]

I have been incredibly lazy... playing TS3 when I should be playing Awakening and working on prompts... *Sigh*

I'll try to do this week's! But...



I got this for the first time today when I let my Sim go nuts with the miner and let her explore the hole and thought DA:O (actually, I'm pretty sure it's a easter egg) which lead me to Nathaniel and then I thought of a short retarded dialogue which I'm not even going to type up but it includes my Sim (Larka) being nearly shot by arrows and attempting to become a Grey Warden by trying to eat a dead darkspawn ... Poor, poor Loner/Exictable/Insane Larka... She has no ability to communicate with fellow people.

... And the exictable trait needs to go because she keeps about peeing herself for keeping everyone in the neighborhood up... I keep the insane because she is a loner and henceforth needs someone to talk to (and insane Sims can talk to themselves...)

[Avilia]

I think someone linked the sketch of this a while ago.  Its been coloured! 

From the gallery of Fabriel on Deviantart:

[Sarah1281]

You know, it's strange. I always get ideas for a prompt that when I write them up always seem to be vaguely relevant. Ah, well. Here's mine for this week.


It was raining when Nathaniel’s mother died. Some would say that that was fitting, that the state of the whether matched the somber mood inside of the house. And the mood was somber because, for all that his father had hated his mother and the servants thought her too demanding, a death was a still a death and one so close to them shouldn’t be taken lightly. Nathaniel hated that the more sentimental could say that the sky was sad that day. It couldn’t possibly have anything to do with his grief over his mother and therefore if it was to be raining because of a tragic occurrence than that occurrence would have had to have been elsewhere and unconnected to him. Who wanted the rain from someone else’s tragedy to overshadow his mother’s death?
 
Nathaniel had never told his father that. How could he? Rendon Howe was a man who had never had any patience for sentimental thoughts or idle dreaming. He had always said that if a man wanted something done then he would be better served to go out and do it instead of sitting around wishing. In later years, his father would go on to prove just how much he had meant that. It was a small comfort to know that at least his father had held to his convictions even if it had brought ruin to them all and had brought shame to the Howe name. His father hadn’t really seemed to ever mourn his mother but given their animosity that was, perhaps, not surprising. It was enough that he had never again said a word against her and that that incredibly unappealing portrait of the Lady Howe, which had previous only been taken out when her relatives had come to stay, had been left up in the Keep. Nathaniel liked to stand by it and just look at it sometimes as it reminded him that there had still been good in his father. That wouldn’t ever be nearly enough to make up for all the evil he had done but it was at least something to hold to.
 
Nathaniel had never told his brother about the rain either. Thomas was even more of a dreamer than he was and that had honestly worried Nathaniel. The problem with dreaming too much, of course, was that it meant that reality could never measure up to the hopes and expectations. Thomas’ dreams had seemed mostly harmless when Nathaniel had been sent to the Free Marches. The boy was full of chatter about glory in battle and epic heroes of legend – whose ranks he would one day join himself, naturally – and it had almost seemed like he preferred his dreams to his truth. It had seemed like he was just an overenthusiastic child but Nathaniel still had been hesitant to give his imagination yet more fuel. Thomas grew up eventually in a completely different country than Nathaniel and, though he hadn’t seen it personally, he was assured that his brother had turned to drink and chasing skirts. As hormones hit, romantic fantasies must have become a part of his fanciful repertoire so was he always searching for the one woman who would finally live up to his grand expectations? Did she even exist? And the drink…had that been his way of coping with the stumbling blocks in life that his dreams had not prepared him for? Nathaniel honestly didn’t know and, unless he could get Delilah to talk more about those years when he was gone, he never would. Reality had never been good enough for Thomas and Nathaniel hoped that, somewhere, he was happy now. He might even be with their mother again.
 
Nathaniel absolutely could not bring himself to tell his sister about the rain. Unlike Thomas, Delilah was a pragmatist. She would probably sit him right down and try to find out why he was saying things like that instead of accepting it or dismissing it like their father or brother would have done. Nathaniel might have even told her which was why he couldn’t have risked mentioning it at all. Delilah never tried to pretend that things were better than they were. She faced reality, no matter how awful it got, unflinchingly and she suffered for that. Nathaniel wasn’t about to add to her problems and he was the big brother anyway. It was really his job to comfort her, even if he didn’t know how, not the other way around. When he had found out that she wasn’t dead, he hadn’t been as surprised as he had thought he ought to be. Then again, she would be the one to make it through. She had never wanted too much too quickly like their father or rejected everyone else’s reality and substituted her own like her brother. She had never really been happy living a pampered life as the Arl’s daughter because she said it made her feel removed from the people. Her new life in Amaranthine might not be glamorous but it felt more solid to her, more real. She was probably happier there than she ever could have been elsewhere.
 
Nathaniel wondered what his mother would have made of his feelings about the rain. It was a little depressing that he could perfectly picture how the other members of his family would have reacted and yet he had no idea how she would have. It was to be expected, he supposed. The Lady Howe had been the typical sort of aristocratic mother who had had little interest in noisy and sticky children that he had encountered in most noble households (the exception being Eleanor Cousland who, along with her husband, had adored her children since birth and Isolde Guerrin who seemed to be almost unhealthily attached to her son) and she had died before even Nathaniel could have become someone that could hold her interest. He had been raised instead by Adria who was just as good as a mother and who would have simply given him a hug had he confided in her. She was dead, too, now after having first become a ghoul. Sometimes when he looked at his mother’s portrait he tried to understand who she was because he understood her less than he understood anyone and he watched Delilah with her children it struck him just how sad that was. She was his mother but she might as well have been a stranger.
 
It was raining again. Some would call that fitting.

[Avilia]

That was lovely Sarah. A nice contemplative piece I thought.



I enjoyed your little dig at Isole in there too.

[Sarah1281]

Avilia wrote...

That was lovely Sarah. A nice contemplative piece I thought.

I enjoyed your little dig at Isole in there too.

I'm glad you liked it.

[Lady_Scarlett]

@Avilia, It was cute... I adore... *Hugs the new happy little family*

@Sarah, Can I say I love it? Because I really do! *Sniff* It made me want to cry.


And I was lazy again... so please smack me! At least I did something Nate related...





He came out too... squishy. I need to get a CAS screen-- he didn't look that squishy. And I don't have medieval clothes (I'll get them one of these days). And the long hair that looks close to correct is non-existent . I'll also have to experiment with some stuff too, like his face, his face is too long... And his nose! I need to make the Howe Honker look better...

Hmm... I'm going to try a couple more things then work on the prompt so I don't murder the computer.

[Avilia]

Decent try LadyS. He looks broody enough ;-)