I'd forgotten about Isabela (probably because my character never took her anywhere). I think her face does look better, in fact, though her outfit bugs me. How I wish you could still give them different armour.
Verly wrote...

Prompt: "What would Zevran say... I think you know."
This is what Morrigan says during her dark ritual offer. When she gives your Warden reasons why he/she should take her offer this is one of the things she mentions. What would Zev say if your Warden could ask him?
Time Limit: 3 hours
Deadline: Tuesday midnight (EST) April 19th
Prize: Give me any screenshot from your game and I'll do a Artrage outline (possible colored) sfw or nsfw i don't care.
Time: 1 hour, 46 minutes
Prompts: 0
I expect I'd've been better off drawing something on this one, but I felt like trying to write... (and I couldn't really figure out what to draw). Ah well; at least it's something.
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The halls of Castle Redcliffe seemed silent and deserted, the darkness oppressive. Zemariel leaned against the wal, pressing the side of his face to the cool stone and staring out the window. It all looked so peaceful out there. He could hear footsteps in the hall - Morrigan returning to her room, he guessed. He almost turned to look, but reconsidered - he didn't really want to talk to her just now. The whole thing had been very awkward.
It had been the right thing to do. He was sure it had - how could making sure nobody had to die be wrong? - and he did trust her, but it
felt wrong, and he still had doubts. What if she was lying, or if it simply didn't work after all? And then...
I should've talked to Zev, he thought. There had been no time to do so - it had to be right then, she had said. He sighed.
Footsteps in the hall again.
She's coming back? Zemariel braced himself and turned to face Morrigan. To his surprise, it was not the witch who was coming down the hall, but Zevran.
"Ah, so I have finally found you, my Warden!" Zevran looked quite cheerful, if perhaps slightly worried around the edges.
Of course, Zemariel thought,
he has no reason not to be cheerful - he doesn't know. "Zev..." he began, but couldn't manage to think how to put it. He folded his arms and kept looking out the window, half hoping Zevran would simply move on, having found him. A thought occured to him. "Did someone send you to look for me?"
Zevran paused. "No, nobody has sent me. I was simply wondering where you had gotten to."
"And here I am!" Zemariel was quite aware that the grin he was trying to give wasn't quite working, but he hoped that against all odds Zevran wouldn't pick up on it. Of course, he did.
"Something is bothering you, I see." Zevran came to stand beside him at the window. "You are not worried about the coming fight?"
"I guess I am. It's not that, though, not exactly, it's... well." Zemariel sighed in frustration. It would've been a convenient excuse - and it wasn't as if lying didn't come easily to him normally - but he didn't want to lie to Zevran. He didn't want to think about the implications of that considering how he expected the news of the ritual to be recieved.
"What, then?" Zevran shrugged. "Would it help to speak of it, perhaps?"
Just get it out of the way now, Zemariel told himself. He closed his eyes. That was harder than it sounded. He had always hated letting people down, and he was sure that was what he had just done. "Zev, do you know what happens to the Warden who deals the killing blow to the Archdemon?"
There was a pause. He opened his eyes again, watching Zevran's face. "To some extent, yes. I know that he dies." A momentary expression flickering across Zevran's features, but it was gone before Zemariel could be sure what it was. "You are not planning on doing it yourself, are you?"
Zemariel looked down at the ground.
Maybe I should be. He tried to banish that thought. "It's not just dying. It's worse than that. The... soul of the Archdemon has to go somewhere, and it goes for the closest tainted target. It tries for another Darkspawn, I guess, so it can keep leading the horde, but if it's a Grey Warden it finds instead then the Archdemon's soul is destroyed. And so is the Grey Warden's."
"I see." Zevran made no indication of how he felt; he was obviously waiting for Zemariel to finish.
"I don't know what happens after we die. I guess you go to the Fade, or something. I've never really thought about it much. Whatever it is, it's got to be better than nothing. I don't know that I could strike the killing blow, knowing what would happen. I don't think I could let Alistair do it. If Riordan fails, that is... and what are the odds we'll get it right the first time?"
"And yet you have no choice in that situation. One of you must do it, or the Blight will not be ended." Zevran put a hand one Zemariel's shoulder. It would normally have been a comforting gesture, but Zemariel felt worse. It seemed that Zevran was getting the wrong idea entirely about what he was trying to tell him. He opened his mouth to say something, but couldn't think how to put it.
Apparently I only know the right things to say if I'm not being honest, he thought with some chagrin. "It is not a decision to be made lightly, I am sure," Zevran continued, "but if I may make a suggestion... Riordan is the more senior Warden than you, is he not? It seems that that honour should fall to him. Perhaps you could simply try to ensure his success, although I do admit to having certain selfish reasons to encourage you to do so."
"There was a choice," Zemariel finally blurted out, unable to bear the awkwardness of the conversation any longer. "Morrigan had a plan, a ritual, that would make it so nobody had to die from it. I couldn't turn that down! You can understand, can't you?"
"Of course." Zevran took Zemariel by the shoulders, forcing the Warden to look at him. "My dear Warden, it is not as if this were the first time we have employed blood magic to solve our probelsm - I assume that is your worry? They use a sort of blood magic in the Crows, you know. It does have its uses, and it seems this is one of them."
"Zev... no, that's not it - well, it probably was blood magic, but - damn it." Zemariel bit his lip and looked out the window. "I slept with her. The ritual is for... she said it needed a child, it had to be a Warden, and I couldn't ask Alistair to do that..." he trailed off, and finally made himself look back at Zevran. To his surprise, it seemed the other elf was holding back a laugh. "What's funny?"
"You slept with her?" Zevran shook his head. "That was all it was? The way you were carrying on, my Warden, I thought that you had agreed to be the one to sacrifice yourself to end this Blight and hadn't thought how to tell me! I could wish that you had spoken to me first, of course, but I am rather relieved."
"You don't mind?" Zemariel supposed his expression must have been rather comical, judging from the look on Zevran's face.
"I do admit to some amount of jealousy." Zevran chuckled. "Yet how could I mind, knowing that I do not have to worry about losing you to your nobly self-sacrificing ways?"
"I didn't say I was going to..." Zemariel decided he didn't really need to admit now that he had been prepared to do it if it had come down to it. Zevran had probably guessed as much anyhow.
"I could see that grim look in your eye when you left the meeting with Riordan," Zevran told him, confirming his suspicions. "I was contemplating knocking you out before the battle so you would not have been able to carry through with it, but I suppose I would have let you if you felt that it was what you had to do. I am, however, very glad that I needn't worry about it."
"I wanted to ask you first, but she said there wasn't any time." Zemariel hugged Zevran, leaning his head on the other assassin's shoulder. "I'm sorry. I should've insisted I ask you first. I'm glad you're not angry about it."
Zevran put his arms around Zemariel, holding him tightly. "I may become rather disgruntled, should it happen again, but I am far too relieved to be upset now, I assure you." After a moment, he leaned his head down to whisper in Zemariel's ear, a mischevious smile on his lips. "So then, tell me - how was it? I believe you owe me a story, at least."
Zemariel laughed. "Well, it was all rather awkward, really..." he began.