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[soignee]

Prompt: "Crow"


[*]Sten: Why do you call yourselves "Crows"? Crows are scavengers, not killers.
[*]Zevran: I heard that at one time they considered calling us the Kestrels. But you know. It didn't sing. It didn't dance.
[/list]I want the theme of the Crows explored. It could be literal- an hour's worth of what you think the Crows are, or it could be figurative...or it could just be lulz of Zevran teasing Shale about being a bird. Whatever you pick, it's entirely up to you!

Time Limit: The usual hour.
Prize: Mind if I say nothing? Ran out of tuits for non-work stuff, unless a 10 minute sketch is worth a prize.

Modifié par soignee, 22 novembre 2010 - 05:16 .

[Tellervo]

I think a ten minute sketch was the first prize offered... why not?

[Corker]

Quoth the Zevran, "Mi amor."

[Minaleth]

Okay okay, I have something. Not that the image has point or something, but I drew a bird, right?



That's pretty much epic, Corker

Modifié par Minaleth, 22 novembre 2010 - 06:44 .

[Sarah1281]

soignee wrote...





Prompt: "Crow"

[*]Sten: Why do you call yourselves "Crows"? Crows are scavengers, not killers.

[*]Zevran: I heard that at one time they considered calling us the Kestrels. But you know. It didn't sing. It didn't dance.
[/list]I want the theme of the Crows explored. It could be literal- an hour's worth of what you think the Crows are, or it could be figurative...or it could just be lulz of Zevran teasing Shale about being a bird. Whatever you pick, it's entirely up to you!

Time Limit: The usual hour.
Prize: Mind if I say nothing? Ran out of tuits for non-work stuff, unless a 10 minute sketch is worth a prize.

Wow, this was a depressing prompt! 


Zevran wasn’t quite sure what was going on but he didn’t like the way the man with the tattoos on his face was looking at him. The manager of the ****house, Loretta, was standing nearby, watching the tattooed man very carefully. Zevran didn’t often see Loretta as he and the other children were usually looked after by Imelda who was too old to work like the others.
 
This morning, he had been woken up far earlier than usual and told to wash up despite it not being his scheduled bath day. He had also been given twice the amount of food for breakfast that he usually had after Loretta, who had appeared in the kitchen, had told everyone that he was all ribs and bones. When he and the other nine children (two girls and eight boys) were done, they had been led into a room and lined up.
 
That was when the man with the tattoos had shown up and started walking back and forth and looking at them. Sometimes, he’d stop and pinch one of them or open their mouth so he could examine their teeth. It was all so very strange and Zevran didn’t like it when the man did it to him but no one else had said anything or squirmed and so he didn’t either. He had been learning some of the things that the women did in the ****house (because this one only had women) and was getting quite good at the massages. Was he being taken to a ****house that offered boys? He was getting pretty old. At seven he was the oldest one child there. There had been some children older than him in the past, he remembered, but they had all left some time ago. He didn’t know where they went or what happened to them.
 
Eventually, the man stopped. “I’ll take both girls and the boys at either end,” he declared.
 
Zevran was on the end.
 
Loretta hesitated. “The girls? But they could be raised to join our establishment and that one boy is elven.”
 
“I’ll give you three sovereign apiece for them,” the man said, making it sound more like a fact than an offer.
 
Loretta seemed to sense this, too, and she nodded. “Very well.”
 
The man took a fat pouch out of his pocket and quietly counted out twelve gold pieces before handing them to Loretta who quickly reached out to take the money and then drew back as if she were afraid to touch the man for any longer than was absolutely necessary.
 
“Come children,” Loretta said, calling the boys that had not been chosen to her and then ushering them into another one. She cast one last look at the ones who had been chosen before shutting the door behind her.
 
Once they were alone, the man began to pace again. “My name is Damiano and I’ve just bought you four. This means that from now on you belong to the Antivan Crows.”
 
Zevran had never heard of the Antivan Crows before and he didn’t think that the others had either since they were all younger and had been born in the ****house just as he had even if their mothers were still alive.
 
Their confusion must have shown on their faces as Damiano continued, “The Crows are the assassins that operate in Antiva. All assassinations in this country go through us. You will be trained to become assassins yourselves. Succeed and you will live a life of luxury and privilege. Fail and you will die violently, perhaps at the hands of your fellows. That is all you need to know.”
 
Zevran shivered slightly. That didn’t sound good. He’d never killed anybody (except for his mother, a traitorous voice in the back of his head reminded him) and he didn’t know how to do that. He was sure he’d end up being one of the ones violently killed. Still, he didn’t have a choice about going since Loretta had been paid three whole sovereign for him. He definitely wasn’t worth that much and if the Crows realized it then he was going to be hurt a lot. Maybe if he worked really hard at the training he might get lucky and not have to die after all…or at least put it off for awhile.
 
“I-I don’t want to go!” one of the girls cried out suddenly. “I want to stay here with my mommy!”
 
Damiano backhanded her across the face. “None of that, now. You’re never going to see your mommy again and the sooner you get used to that, the better chance you have of surviving. Make a fuss and I’ll drag you out of here. Make yourself more trouble than you’re worth and I’ll slit your throat right now. Do I make myself clear?”
 
The frightened girl, held the spot where he’d smacked her and, her eyes beginning to fill with tears, nodded.
 
No, this definitely didn’t sound like a good idea. And yet…what if he had had the choice to stay or to go? What would there be for him here? Nothing, really, and he’d just be sent off to another ****house soon. He’d seen the women after some of their clients had left and how quickly some of them burned out. That didn’t sound like a good idea either.
 
A life of luxury and privilege? He couldn’t even imagine. And yet…Damiano had said that if they succeeded that that’s what they’d get. He could be lying but it was more than Zevran had ever thought possible. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. Maybe it would be better than what would happen to those other boys who weren’t chosen.
 
As Damiano signaled to the four of them to follow him outside of the ****house and to their new home, Zevran made a silent vow to do whatever it took to be the best Crow there was. He may not have chosen this path, but he’d make the best of it. He always did.

[Sarah1281]

@Minaleth: Oh, nice picture! And he has an earring!

[Creature 1]

soignee wrote... [*]I want the theme of the Crows explored. It could be literal- an hour's worth of what you think the Crows are, or it could be figurative...or it could just be lulz of Zevran teasing Shale about being a bird. Whatever you pick, it's entirely up to you!

You may lure me out of hiding with this prompt.  I'll see how things go this week.  

[TanithAeyrs]

Congrats Soignee and Corker



@Minaleth - A crow in a storm carrying an earring - lots of symbolism here.



@Sarah - very dark, but a good reason for Zev to be so motivated to excel.

[Kismet76]

soignee wrote...




Prompt: "Crow"

It's very short, but I have issues with both English & time limits, so...



A drop of blood ran along the blade, slowly rolling towards the sharp point, then fell to the floor. It touched the
ground in a heartbeat, and yet, to him, it seemed like an eternity. 

Realization followed with a weave of nausea, and he staggered a bit. 

He took a step back and breathed, his training already kicking in, compelling him to move away, out, now, when something caught his eye.

He stopped in his tracks and took a better look.  

A loop of gold with a green gem, an emerald, probably. He felt his lips set into a smirk. 

His hand went to the bauble, carefully taking it off the merchant’s ear and slipping it inside one of his hidden pockets.  

A magpie, not a crow, had said his Master once. 

A full smile blossomed on his lips, remembering those words. 

Your passion for beautiful things will be your ruin.

 

Years later, watching the most beautiful thing he had as she breathed evenly in her sleep, he came to think that truer words were never spoken.

 

Modifié par Kismet76, 23 novembre 2010 - 05:38 .

[Corker]

Prompt: "Crow"

In the Rookery
40 min

"Have you come to kill me?"  The distinguished older man, dressed in a silk lounging robe, looked up from his book calmly to ask the question as the door banged open.

"If I have to."  Adriana Cousland put a foot on the stubborn corpse clinging to her offhand dagger and shoved.  It fell limply to the floor, and she gave both daggers a slow spin in her hands. 

"Any why would you have to?" the Guildmaster asked.  He closed the book and set it down on a side table, then rested his hands in his lap.

"Because you keep taking contracts on me, you flaming idiot!"  Adriana stalked carefully around the rugs that were scattered over the floor, certain one or more concealed a trap of some kind.  "It's a right royal pain and interferes with my business."

"Surely you understand that I could hardly refuse a personage as august and revered as the Divine." 

"You'd better figure out how to do just that, signor, or it's going to go badly for you."  She came at the side of the chair, rather than the front.

He shrugged, turning both hands palm up.  "Perhaps you have some ideas for me?  I am in a bad place."  He scratched the back of his neck and smiled roguishly.  "In more ways than one, it seems."

His elbow had scarcely begun to move down when a hand with a blade materialized from behind the chair.  It snaked around, pressing the Crow dagger to his throat.  "Whatever is in your hand, I recommend that you drop it," Zevran said, voice hard.

The Guildmaster's hand opened, and a small glass vial dropped quietly between his side and the chair back.  Adriana fished it out while the man sat motionless under Zevran's blade.  "Very definitely in more ways than one, signor," she agreed.  "Look.  I have my own business.  I don't want yours.  I don't want to lose my left hand just to keep your people off my back."

"Your left hand?" he asked, confused.

"She means me," said the elf behind the chair.  "We've discussed it, you see.  If I were Guildmaster, I would certainly take no contracts on her."

"You say that now," the Guildmaster said with grim humor - then made a little choking sound as the knife pressed closer. 

"I know you've got a reputation to maintain," Adriana went on.  "Crows never miss a mark, and so on.  And you'll disappoint the White Divine, and I understand that's a consideration.  So, being a reasonable woman, I've come with an offer."

"What, besides my life?" the Guildmaster asked with mild surprise.

Adriana ignored that.  "First, I have contacts in the Imperium.  They've got more than a few magi who would be pleased to work with your organization, if the price were right.  I also have the contacts and facilities to move them from Minrathous to Antiva City without the templars interfering.  A supply of high-quality blood mages ought to go a long way to taking the sting out of whatever sanctions the White Divine chooses to enact.  Second," she sheathed both knives and shrugged a third baldric off.  She drew the sword, and the Guildmaster's eyes widened.  "So you've heard of Vigilance," she grinned.  "Good.  It's yours.  You can say you stole it from me, if you like, to help salve your Guild's wounded honor.  And then we're done.  Do you understand me?"

To his credit, he was silent for a long moment, considering the deal.  "And if I refuse?"

"If you refuse, or if I ever see another Crow anywhere near me again, I'll kill you dead.  And after your Guild has finished with the infighting and put another Guildmaster in your place, I'll kill him.  I will continue this for five Guildmasters or until the Crows fall apart, whichever comes first, and if you people still don't get the point, I'll keep on with it.  Because I am tired of this.  Can I be any more clear?"

"Perhaps," he said thoughtfully, "we can present the blade to the Divine.  As you would obviously never part with it willingly, we must have taken it from your body.  If another woman took over your operation and your name, that would hardly be our fault."

"That sounds lovely," she said.  "So it's a deal?"

"It is a deal," the Guildmaster confirmed.  The knife at his throat slowly retreated, and Zevran stood up behind the chair.

"You should see the first mages before Wintersend," she said, resheathing Vigilance and handing it to him.  He took it carefully.  "And before you get any more clever ideas, you do understand that, working in the Imperium as I frequently do, I have countermeasures for most blood magic?"

"It was a deal," the Guildmaster said, sounding wounded.  "I have no ideas concerning you at all, I assure you."

"Good.  Make sure it stays that way.  Come on, Zev.  Let's get out of here."

[Giggles_Manically]

Determined Zevran.





I do so enjoy the irony in seeing Zevran kick Loghain's ass, when he was the original assassin sent after the warden.

[Kismet76]

Giggles_Manically wrote...

I do so enjoy the irony in seeing Zevran kick Loghain's ass, when he was the original assassin sent after the warden.

Oh, yes. Me, too.

I almost always have Zev do the fighting against Loghain.

Nice screenshot!

[Aroihkin]

IIRC Zev thinks this is funny too. XD

[Giggles_Manically]

Intrigued Zevran:





That line is lol worthy and yet another moment where Zevran shines





Poor Loghain isint much of a match against a rouge, like at all.

[ejoslin]

Hmmm, this brings to mind an old Alistair thread, where the conversation turned to, "I bet Alistair can kick Zevran's ass." I, not being able to leave well enough alone, pointed out the fight between Zevran and Loghain vs. Alistair and Loghain. I said something like, Alistair takes forever, while with Zevran, it goes quickly. someone quoted me and made it into a sex joke about Alistair lasting longer there and it moved on.

It struck me as funny as the people who claim Alistair has a bigger penis therefore is the superior lover. Though actually, it's been a long time since I've seen those kind of comments.  where or where are the rabid fangirls?  I miss them!

So, ummm, what does this have to do with anything? Hah, nothing. but I will say, unless i'm playing a melee rogue, Zevran does the fight.

Edit; And oooh, good morning everyone! 

Modifié par ejoslin, 24 novembre 2010 - 03:01 .

[Corker]

ejoslin wrote...

Hmmm, this brings to mind an old Alistair thread, where the conversation turned to, "I bet Alistair can kick Zevran's ass." I, not being able to leave well enough alone, pointed out the fight between Zevran and Loghain vs. Alistair and Loghain. I said something like, Alistair takes forever, while with Zevran, it goes quickly.

Oh goodness, yes. Sword and board cannot stand against the almighty Riposte. My first three playthroughs were DW rogues; the first two fought Loghain and he dropped like a rock for them.  The third (<--- my Brosca) gave him to Alistair as a present, and the fight just. dragged. ON.  And Al would have been *so dead* without the healing potions he was chugging.

[Sarah1281]

Fighting as a rogue is so easy. Just stun then once or twice and they barely have time to touch you.

[Giggles_Manically]

Loghain just cant seem to hit a Rouge or a DW warrior.

Alistair if respeced can handle the fight, but a S&S warrior takes forever.



Especially if you have Grandmaster Paralyze Runes.

There is really no comparison to be made between a tank and a DPS build in Dragon Age.

[Tellervo]

Loghain was the only fight I found significantly harder at higher difficulties. Since any freeze effect=cheese. And the panic at, "Resist?! What is this madness?!" I've never pitted Zev against him... my wardens always do it themselves.

[Corker]

Tellervo wrote...
Since any freeze effect=cheese.

But it's such tasty cheese!  And after umpteenth Scattershots and Dirty Fighting hits from NPC archers, I'm quite willing to do unto others on that front.

And the panic at, "Resist?! What is this madness?!"

  True that.

[Herr Uhl]

ejoslin wrote...

It struck me as funny as the people who claim Alistair has a bigger penis therefore is the superior lover. Though actually, it's been a long time since I've seen those kind of comments.  where or where are the rabid fangirls?  I miss them!

That is totally how it works.

And I had Oghren be my champion. The fight was very hard with him (had him focused on AOE).

[ejoslin]

Herr Uhl wrote...

ejoslin wrote...

It struck me as funny as the people who claim Alistair has a bigger penis therefore is the superior lover. Though actually, it's been a long time since I've seen those kind of comments.  where or where are the rabid fangirls?  I miss them!

That is totally how it works.

And I had Oghren be my champion. The fight was very hard with him (had him focused on AOE).

Ahahahaha, yeh that claim was weird and wrong on so many levels which is why it's so funny.

Anyway, i probably shouldn't have brought it up, but the Alistair Vs Zevran threads that used to pop up here really had some great discussion as well as some very funny ones.

Modifié par ejoslin, 24 novembre 2010 - 04:11 .

[Herr Uhl]

I don't see how people can claim that Alistair is anywhere close to the other LI's in sexual prowess. Sure, maybe he gets good at it with practice, but no virgin has ever been magic between the sheets.

Edit: On a sidenote, I'd say Oghren is the best lover in the team. There has to be some reason that Felsi puts up with him.

Modifié par Herr Uhl, 24 novembre 2010 - 04:15 .

[Tellervo]

Herr Uhl wrote...

Edit: On a sidenote, I'd say Oghren is the best lover in the team. There has to be some reason that Felsi puts up with him.

Hm.  Probably.

[Sialater]

LMAO, Felsi didn't put up with him. She left him for a chick.



Zevran's awesomeness aside, the fastest Loghain ever went down was with Moira. [insert joke here.]



She kicked his ass and took no damage. AWs rule.