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[Giggles_Manically]

Ejoslin you should get a banner that says: The Official Ambassador of Zevran Arainai.
Or something like that.

Zevran is amused at being on TOP.

Modifié par Giggles_Manically, 04 décembre 2010 - 12:51 .

[Sarah1281]

I have come to the conclusion that the Zev prompts are dying.

[Corker]

At least for the moment. To be fair, though, December is a busy month for a lot of folks - lots of family and social obligations, end-of-year crazy in the office or holiday crazy in retail, end of semester crazy at university.

[Shadow of Light Dragon]

What Corker said. But for myself, I haven't written in a while since exams started. Even now they're over I'm still recharging. :/

[Hilde]

Sarah1281 wrote...



Prompt: "I ran off to join the famous Dalish when one of their clans drew near Antiva City. Naturally the reality did not live up at all to the fantasies." 

Time limit: One hour. 

Time: 45 minutes!

The Forest...

Zevran and Ewan leisurely walked through the forest previously filled with werewolves and animated, killer trees. The restoration of order was due in large part to Zevran.  Ewan had not attached himself to the idea that either side was a particularly stronger ally, but upon his decision to side with Zathrian, Zevran had quite unexpectedly spoken up, pleading for the dalish.

The brief conversations into Zevran’s past had revealed he was in fact part dalish, or least he was led to believe so as a child…before. Before is what Ewan had a hard time processing even now, the very idea that Zevran had been sold as a child made his stomach turn, It was this ability to take pleasures in his life regardless of what had come before that made Zevran even more remarkable to him.

Looking over he noticed Zevran gently stroking the supple leather of his newly acquired gloves that Ewan had come upon a few days before. There was calm reverence playing across Zevran’s features that Ewan usually only spied in the protected and intimate confines of their tent. He marveled at seeing it openly expressed and longed to reach out to his assassin but was hesitant to disrupt Zevran’s silent revelry.

Ewan tried to imagine a much younger Zevran entering the dalish camp so long ago, excited at the prospect of freedom and possibly a connection he had not found before, happiness so quickly extinguished at their dismissal of him. Ewan could not help but feel a selfish happiness at this, had the dalish accepted him, Zevran would not be here.

“Zevran…” Ewan said as he halted their silent stroll next to a grove of young trees.

“Hmm?” replied Zevran, his eyes immediately locking onto Ewan’s own. Ewan marveled momentarily at how a single look from this man caused the blood in his veins to boil.

“Has there been no joy in your life at all?” Ewan asked, reaching out to caress Zevran’s arm.

“Oh there has been plenty.” smiled Zevran, “To tell the truth it is because I expected nothing more.”

“…and what about now?” Ewan wondered aloud before he was able to catch his own thoughts, quickly turning what he guessed was a very rosy shade of pink at his frankness.

Zevran quietly studied him for what seemed like a lifetime, finally slowly advancing, his arms wrapping firmly around Ewan’s waist pulling him close.

“Now?” smirked Zevran, “there is much more now, in fact my warden…now sounds like a very promising idea.”

Laughing, Ewan leaned in, his lips meeting Zevran’s in a familiar and passionate practice that left them both breathless. Ewan wrapped his fingers around the belt of Zevran’s leather armor, pulling him close as Zevran’s hand worked its way up Ewan’s neck into his hair. Unable and unwilling to hold this upright position much longer Ewan began to ease Zevran back towards the forest floor.

Ewan was startled at a sudden interruption an interruption accompanied by a cold, wet nose. Reluctantly pulling away from Zevran, he looked over his shoulder as a halla pressed her nose against his arm once again, grunting lightly. Surprised Ewan and Zevran separated and approached the halla, who at their touch lowered to her knees, resting in their attentions.

Through their time in the Brecilian forest Ewan had not seen the halla so calm and none had approached them before hand. While he was surprised at this intrusion, he lamented the lost time in Zevran’s arms until he looked up.

Ewan sat amazed at the vision before him. Zevran was kneeling in front of the halla, caressing her regal head and whispering questions of the forest and of her well being. There was never any question of it, Zevran was Antivan, but silently watching him in the dim, golden rays of the afternoon sun, Ewan saw him as if for the first time. Zevran was indeed also dalish.
 
Edit: Format

Modifié par Hilde, 04 décembre 2010 - 02:06 .

[Sresla]

I'm still 2 prompts behind, finishing a combination of Tellervo & Corker's prompts. But they're probably going to be the last ones I tackle before January. WOW is going to eat a week's worth of time as it is and if I didn't feel obligated to omgget85sowecando10srightnaow it'd be less pressing but... yeah.



My output has always just been slow and I think I've only successfully done the prompts "on time" twice. Once you start falling behind, it's impossible to catch back up. I've taken notes on all of them though!

[ejoslin]

Page 2, will not do.

Amazing story Hilde.

FWIW, I use ZevRing (I think it's essential since the plot gifts don't carry over to awakening, but the ring does).

Edit; to make this post a little less pointless, I'm testing a further fix to the slideshow.  The city elf boon slides trigger properly with the exception of warden becoming Bann at least with Alistair as king (the file that i would need to set that flag properly is corrupted in the toolset), the proper slides now trigger if brother genetivi is alive (I was surprised as the first save i tried it on ended up with him committing suicide -- it was an evil playthrough), the proper slide for the werewolves, if cured and allowed to live, now trigger, and now the Dalish boon slide only triggers if you are a Dalish who asks for a boon, even if Lanaya is keeper.  Also, if in a relationship with Alistair, if Anora is not queen and you're staying in denerim, there's no mention of her in the slide.  This of course is in addition fixing Zevran getting the wrong slide.  Also, I used a fix of Terra_Ex's where morrigan's in love ring slide triggers for wardens who are both in love and still in love with her.

i also have a fix up for Eamon post-coronation where he gives the right dialog if you kill Connor.  It's actually made me dislike Eamon more, because of the tone he takes.

Modifié par ejoslin, 04 décembre 2010 - 10:31 .

[Giggles_Manically]

What does Eamon say if you kill Conner?

[Sarah1281]

Eamon: Isolde seems determined to have another child. She quietly announced this just the other night, in fact. (A bit sad -- their first son died just recently) <desc>Chuckles</desc> I will be happy to oblige her. Perhaps we can find happiness yet, after all this. (Mixed feelings but hopeful)



I don't really see a problem with it but then, I've never actually HEARD it.

[Giggles_Manically]

Since the demon seems to want to pout while the warden is on a field trip I dont see a reason not to get the mages to help.



Really wish that was NOT an option since it really cheapens the choice.

[Sresla]

ejoslin wrote...

Page 2, will not do. (and stuff after it)

Ej, try to do the Howe thing! Humor meeeeeee! Zevran needs lines there!

[ejoslin]

Gah, wavebanks hate me :/ But I will play with it more

[Sarah1281]

Just reminding everyone that the prompt closes tomorrow.

[ICevoL]

Sarah1281 wrote...



Prompt: "I ran off to join the famous Dalish when one of their clans drew near Antiva City. Naturally the reality did not live up at all to the fantasies." 

Time limit: One hour.

Prize: If you want me to write something non-smutty, then I will.

From his position next to the cook fire, Zevran glanced around at the Dalish camp.  Lanaya had declared an impromptu celebratory feast after she committed the Dalish forces to assisting in the Blight, and the milling activity of the preparations gave Zevran an opportunity to observe the clan without being noticed.  Hunters had already brought down fresh game from the recently secured forest, and the smell of roasting meats drifted through the air.  Just the idea of eating something not dried, salted, or preserved in some way had lifted the spirits of the warden’s entire group.  Well, all of them except Shale, who stood off to one side and seemed preoccupied with watching for potential bird attacks.
 
Unlike the normal course of events, it hadn’t taken any convincing to get Rysen to agree that they could delay their departure for Haven until the next morning.  Thinking of the warden set Zevran’s eyes to seeking the camp for him.  While curious about the Dalish in general, Zevran felt a deeper fascination with that particular Dalish elf than the lesser known ones surrounding him.
 
Zevran finally located his quarry amongst the throng.  Rysen stood next to Lanaya with a cloth-wrapped bundle in his hands.  They spoke, but at the distance he stood, Zevran could hear none of the conversation.  He watched as Rysen handed over the package and gave a shallow bow to the keeper before stepping away.
 
Without realizing at first that he’d moved, Zevran found himself following the warden’s path as Rysen walked to the edge of the pond at the perimeter of the camp.  Rysen stopped and stared out across the water; Zevran stopped and stared at the warden’s back.  While the warden had spoken with all of them during their travels, Zevran still knew very little about Rysen.  At least in the conversations Zevran had had with him, the Dalish elf had asked several questions about Zevran’s past but had provided scant information on his own life before he joined the Grey Wardens.
 
“It’s quite beautiful, isn’t it?” Rysen asked without turning around.
 
Visually scanning the warden’s lithe form, Zevran smiled and replied with unmasked innuendo, “It most certainly is.”
 
Rysen didn’t react at all to Zevran’s overt flirtation, simply looking out across the water with the same calm expression as before.  Zevran wasn’t surprised at the lack of response, as it was far from the first time such a gambit had failed to draw the intended result.  He could at least comfort himself with the fact that both Morrigan and Leliana had met with failure in their previous overtures as well. 
 
Zevran would have given up the idea of seducing Rysen entirely, except that he’d been provided cause to hope for eventual success by times when a certain light entered the warden’s eyes.  On a handful of occasions, Zevran had caught Rysen looking in his direction with what Zevran read as attraction tempered by a healthy dose of confusion.  Finding a way to remove the blockade of Rysen’s uncertainty had fallen outside Zevran’s grasp so far, but he believed the reward would ultimately prove well worth the effort.
 
Zevran took several strides to close the remaining distance between them before speaking again.  “I saw you with Lanaya just now.  Was that a gift you gave her?”
 
Rysen turned to face him.  “No.  The package contained some of the relics we found in the ruins along with my written account of what occurred.  With the challenges we still face in the months to come, it seemed prudent to keep the items somewhere safer than in our group’s supplies.  The knowledge we gathered here should not be lost again, if it can be prevented.”  Rysen paused and tilted his head inquisitively.  “Why do you ask?”
 
Zevran wondered that himself.  He hadn’t really thought out the words before they’d left his mouth.  “Curiosity, I suppose.  I thought it might be one of your Dalish traditions to give a gift to the leader of a clan who hosts a gathering.”
 
“I see,” Rysen replied.  “I wouldn’t have expected you to be interested, given what you said about your previous experience with a Dalish clan.  It sounded as though the encounter was… less than pleasant for you.”
 
Zevran briefly considered telling Rysen the entire tale, but thought better of it.  His evasive comments in their earlier discussion had apparently given the warden the wrong idea, and divulging the whole story would inevitably bring a bitterness that might also be misread.  Instead, he smiled and shook his head.  “What I said was that the reality of life with the clan did not live up to my fantasies, but that is no surprise.  Real life rarely measures up to the whimsy of imagination, particularly where the daydreams of a child are concerned.”
 
Rysen gifted him with a small smile.  “True enough.”  Rysen glanced away for a moment, seeming to consider a decision before he nodded once and looked back to meet Zevran’s eyes.  “If you’re interested, I could relay the teachings of my Hahren Paivel to you.  We certainly have the time while traveling and in the evenings at camp.”
 
 Zevran knew the offer could simply be Rysen doing his duty as a Dalish -- teaching the old ways to another elf -- but Zevran didn’t think so.  The nervous tension in the warden’s body as he awaited Zevran’s answer spoke of something beyond mere responsibility driving the suggestion.  This could be the opening Zevran had been hoping to find.  “Thank you, Warden.  I look forward to it.”
 
--the end--

[ICevoL]

RE:prompt entries

@ Corker -- Liked this a lot! The part where Zev was imagining growing up with his mother was so poignant... *sniff*

@ Hilde -- So sweet! I love the appearance of the halla (even though it interrupted the make-out session ;D )


Regarding the prompts: I agree with Corker and SoLD that a lot of the slow-down here has to do with people being busier than normal around the holidays. Not sure if we'd want to consider putting the weekly prompts on hold until the new year? Or have one but leave it open for the rest of December rather than closing it next week?

Just a thought -- anyone else have an idea on this?

Modifié par ICevoL, 05 décembre 2010 - 08:29 .

[Shadow of Light Dragon]

Well, I did try writing something for the prompt last night but overshot the time limit and haven't got to a point where I deem it 'finished'. XD



I don't see a problem with the prompts continuing through The Season just to give people something to do if they're bored for a couple of hours, so long as no one minds that entries might be few. It's supposed to be for fun after all...not an obligation.

[jenovan]

I think a rest-of-the month prompt sounds like a good idea, people do tend to be scrambly busy at this time of year Or at least make the next one 2 weeks, or something.

[Hilde]

I like the rest of the month/2 weeks idea as well. Perhaps even increase the time limit?

[wildannie]

I agree too.

@Hilde, that might be an idea,  I often don't enter as (for me) drawing anything in 1 hour is hard.

Modifié par wildannie, 06 décembre 2010 - 08:28 .

[Tellervo]

I like the time limit challenges, but that's mostly because I type ridiculously fast and they're no big deal at all. I haven't been participating because of general lack of inspiration/guilt over my nine-thousand projects sitting around idle and half finished--and, yes, very busy. I used to do most of my writing at work, not possible on day shift, and a bunch of real life crap prevents me from writing at home unless I want to lose sleep.  I don't think extending the duration for the contests will help--people will just put it off longer.  Perhaps we should try something else for the month of December?  An exchange between our creative types here, kind of like a secret santa thing?

Modifié par Tellervo, 06 décembre 2010 - 02:36 .

[Sarah1281]

So I'm closing the prompt when I get back from class today which is in about 2 hours and 45 minutes.

[jenovan]

I think the original idea of the 1-hour limit is so that people who have less time to spare could have a fair shot among those who have more -- most people can gather an hour somewhere.  But that's in the interest of a fair contest -- what if it's not a contest and just a prompt?

Re: exchanges, considering the potential creative output by the regulars here, that sounds like fun for those who want to play. 

[soignee]

Tellervo wrote...

I like the time limit challenges, but that's mostly because I type ridiculously fast and they're no big deal at all. I haven't been participating because of general lack of inspiration/guilt over my nine-thousand projects sitting around idle and half finished--and, yes, very busy. I used to do most of my writing at work, not possible on day shift, and a bunch of real life crap prevents me from writing at home unless I want to lose sleep.  I don't think extending the duration for the contests will help--people will just put it off longer.  Perhaps we should try something else for the month of December?  An exchange between our creative types here, kind of like a secret santa thing?

all of this X 1000. (I have too many projects and also feel guilty starting new ones when I've neglected stuffs to do.)

Also like Sresla I am sucked back in WoW, but am refusing to be srsbzns and am actually re-levelling as it's, you know, fun, and I got burnt out on the whole raiding in my underpants in ICC tanking for dramaqueens thing a year ago.

Secret Santa sounds fun, btw- art is okay for that sort of thing, not sure how you can wrangle writing in that. "Please write my warden doing ____" is harder then "please draw my warden doing ______" obviously.

[Corker]

Random thing that fell out of my head at the mention of secret santas and holiday cheer:

On the twelfth day of Wintersend my true love gave to me:

Twelve traps disarméd
Eleven purses pilfered
Ten chests a-looted
Nine genlocks backstabbed
Eight tent-time backrubs
Seven locked doors opened
Six bombs a-booming
FIVE GOLDEN BARS
Four grease traps set
Three Quiet Deaths
Two Dalish gloves
And a fine pair of doeskin leather boots

(Yes, it's kind of mixed up between things the Warden gives Zevran and random rogue things Zevran may or may not be specced for but it's  FOR TEH LULZ.)

[Tellervo]

soignee wrote...

Secret Santa sounds fun, btw- art is okay for that sort of thing, not sure how you can wrangle writing in that. "Please write my warden doing ____" is harder then "please draw my warden doing ______" obviously.

Turned out pretty well on the Zevran LJ group with most people going, "If I get an artist, this-ish.  If I get a writer, this-ish."  Everyone seemed satisfied, but then most people requested porn from writers.