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[Corker]

Should we go back to the one hour time limits? To encourage folks to toss off something fast and easy (insert Zevran joke here)?

ToP:

Modifié par Corker, 05 juillet 2011 - 06:31 .

[Sialater]

Mine is just a plain old lack of concrete inspiration. Dunno if a shorter time limit would help that.

[tmp7704]

Corker wrote...

(insert Zevran joke here)

Don't forget an insert Zevran joke, as well.

[Corker]

tmp7704 wrote...

Corker wrote...

(insert Zevran joke here)

Don't forget an insert Zevran joke, as well.

*slow clap*  Took me a minute.  I approve!

[Hilde]

Shadow of Light Dragon wrote...



Prompt #1: Food

Zevran takes the Warden to a fine/expensive meal? He cooks for the party for the first time and certain people suspect poison? Someone tempts him with fish chowder and a corrupt politician? The Warden cooks, and it's terrible ("Ah, spit or swallow, the eternal question..."). And on that note, what's an Antivan milk sandwich, anyway? Anything goes.

Only one actual entry allowed, but as many non-entries as you like

Prompt ends July 5th at noon my time (July 5th 2am GMT).

Time: Three hours
Prize: A short story

Did someone mention a deadline extension?  If not then, this is a non-entry!

After weeks of nothing at all (silly silent warden), this took a bit of rummaging around to get it developed but I am glad something finally came of it. Hopefully this bodes well for the future.
And since blogs are down, old school copy and paste it is.  Nothing but a bit of smooching, so it should be safe enough for open viewing.

Time: 2 hours or so
Prompts: 2

The Docks


Pressing back against the wall, Elam breathed in the thick afternoon air, heavy with moisture and spice. The yellow rays of light beating against the buildings and cobbled streets of Antiva city hung in the air, making his surroundings glow with a surreal beauty.

They had only been in Antiva City a few days, the first having been spent tangled in fine cotton sheets relaxing and reacquainting themselves after the long journey, Zevran had insisted on a bit of exploring today to get Elam used to his new home before dealing with the Crows.

Elam felt the magic of this place as they turned every new corner. A place Zevran had spoken so wistfully of during the blight, a place he was happy to now share.

His smile grew as he felt warm breath hover over his ear before skilled teeth gently bit down. Leaning into the touch he turned as warm fingers laced into his causing his breath to catch.

He laughed inwardly at the blush growing across his cheeks. Even after all their time together, Zevran still caused his heart to jump when he drew near.

Kissing Elam lightly, Zevran’s eyes lit as he spoke, “I have found it! Follow me.”

Zevran clutched Elam’s hand tightly as he led them through the maze of back alleys near the docks, past workers, prostitutes and men Zevran joyfully pointed out as corrupt politicians.

Finally coming to a stop in front of a small wooden building, partially obscured by the newer buildings that surrounded it, Zevran looked at Elam expectantly with a gleam in his eye. “Marvelous! Shall we go in?”

“In where?” Elam asked, smiling lightly as he looked for an entrance or sign as to where they were.

“Ah, my Warden! Trust me, you will enjoy this.” Elam noticed that Zevran nearly sang the words as he ushered Elam through a well-hidden door.

The first thing that Elam noticed was the fragrance of the room, a mixture of a strong spice he could not place and fish hung heavy, causing his eyes to tear as he suppressed the urge to sneeze. Small tables, covered in stained linens filled the room, as did the chatter of happy patrons.

Weaving their way through the small tables crowed in an even smaller space, Zevran directed Elam to sit next to a large window overlooking the seaport near the back of the room as he moved off to speak with someone.

Elam briefly wondered how he had failed to notice this building as they approached, it seemed to be a favorite to locals and he thought that perhaps, that was the whole idea.

Zevran returned carrying two large bowls, placing them on the table before he sat down next to Elam with a smile. Intrigued, Elam leaned over the bowl taking in the intoxicating aroma before looking back at Zevran, “What is this?”

Zevran’s grin only widened as he gazed at Elam. “This…is the finest fish chowder in all of Antiva! I came here often growing up in Antiva City. I was uncertain if it still stood, but I am happy that it is.”

Picking up a spoon and handing it to Elam, Zevran motioned towards the bowl, “I promise you will like it.”

Elam stared in slight disbelief. He would never have, before today used giddy to describe Zevran, but sitting beside him that is exactly what Elam felt radiating from him. It made his heart leap as he looked forward to all they would have together in Antiva, danger and intrigue included.

Leaning down, Elam dipped the spoon into the bowl, quickly examining the contents before bringing it to his mouth. The flavors of the stew assaulted his senses. Closing his eyes, he chewed slowly enjoying the moment; this was far from the bland, grey Ferelden stew he had gotten used to in Amaranthine.

“It is delicious, no wonder you missed this.” Elam laughed, shoveling another spoonful into his mouth.

Zevran chuckled loudly, pulling Elam into a firm kiss before starting in on his own bowl. The rest of the meal was enjoyed in silence and happy gazes.

Leaning back in his chair, Elam looked upon Zevran and the small chowder house on the docks. His decision to leave the Wardens had been purely selfish, he had only one desire in his life, and he sat happily sated in front of him.

Regardless of any risk, he could imagine no place he would rather be. 



Edit: Format ...you would think I could get it in one shot. Nope.
 
 

Modifié par Hilde, 06 juillet 2011 - 12:36 .

[EccentricSage]

Holiday weekend here guys. Sorry. And then I literally slept all day today! XD

Ugh. I need to get a working scanner, for the love of all things Dragon Age! >_< I'm much more visually inspired by these prompts, and not that good at writing. ;_; And I still owe people stuff here, too. I have a whole pile of stuff, most of which is too naughty to bring to my dad's. XD And hell, I've not gotten to visit in a month now. 0_0

Hot damn, the fan arts... Ooooh... the way Rooster drew Zev, he kind of resembles this character I loved in Marvel's comics. It's like two fandoms in one. LOL Oh, my weakness for troubled and dangerous long haired blonds.

[Sialater]

tmp7704 wrote...

a little something to get these minds going: ridiculously awesome summer Zevran for summer, by rooster82

Because this needs to be put on the new page.

[Aroihkin]

tmp7704 wrote...

Corker wrote...

(insert Zevran joke here)

Don't forget an insert Zevran joke, as well.

[Shadow of Light Dragon]

Prompt ends July 10th at noon my time (July 5th 2am GMT).

That'll give us the weekend.

Modifié par Shadow of Light Dragon, 07 juillet 2011 - 03:20 .

[Sialater]

I just read Rooster82's comic. What she's written so far anyway.

I'm in love. Both with her Zevran and her art style.

[Shadow of Light Dragon]

Closing in one hour, people.

Edit: CLOSED!

Modifié par Shadow of Light Dragon, 10 juillet 2011 - 02:03 .

[Shadow of Light Dragon]

Judging tiiiem...

Entry #1: Corker (The Real Deal)
Spy vs. Spy
Time: 2.5 hrs
Prompts: 4

I *really* like how you pitted Zevran and Leliana against each other in this. I think my favourite bit was when he was constructing his cover story for the Wardens, then Lel's comes out sounding suspiciously similar. Delicious indeed. Gah, it must have been *hard* deciding to have him kill Kallian though! Excellent pacing and well-constructed all the way through. Zev being more surface than depth was perfect too, IMO.

Entry #2: Hilde (Food)
The Docks
Time: 2 hours or so
Prompts: 2

Having tried fish chowder before (which was *very* tasty), this story made me hungry. Having Zev in Antiva finding some childhood memory he's actually fond of and sharing the taste of it with Elam was cute I liked the descriptions of the city and the chowder hut--some of those small places *can* be very hard to find even if they're popular. And Zevran giddy! XD I like seeing him genuinely happy

And this week/fortnight's winner goes to...Corker!

I enjoyed both stories thoroughly but Spy vs. Spy (nice pop culture reference there too) grabbed me most, I think.

Hilde, the next prompt is yours!

[Hilde]

Thanks SoLD and Congratulations Corker!





Dreaming in the Fade. (Broken Circle Quest)

Zevran’s dream: reinterpret or rewrite the fade dream altogether. Is he tempted to stay by what he desires or elaborate on his fears and past experiences as a Crow and how the Warden overcomes this.

~ or ~

Zevran’s will is stronger in the Fade (or he just wakes up first) and he must rescue the Warden from their fears/desires.

Prompt Ends: Monday July 18th, 3pm CST

Time: 3 Hours
Prize: Story of your choice.

Modifié par Hilde, 11 juillet 2011 - 02:03 .

[jenovan]

Congrats, Corker!

Oooh, awesome prompt, Hilde X3 Almost sort of wish it wasn't AU by definition, it definitely gets the brain going. XD

[Corker]

Thanks, SoLD!

Nifty prompt, Hilde! That'll be a toughie - I've always liked Zev's canonical dream, particularly the way it uses his willpower against him.

Along the lines of the second prompt version, I did a kmeme fill for "Warden possessed by desire demon, LI must rescue from Fade." Not an entry, since I did it a while back, but since it's on-topic I'll flog Not Enough, with Odessa Amell and Zevran. Not Safe For Work, warnings for dubious consent, drug abuse (lyrium), dominance/submision and humiliation, if any of those things squick you.

[Sialater]

Oh, hell... that second one got the muse's attention. But then... Zevran likes to rescue Moira frequently and often.

[jenovan]

Hilde wrote...


Dreaming in the Fade. (Broken Circle Quest)
Zevran’s dream: reinterpret or rewrite the fade dream altogether. Is he tempted to stay by what he desires or elaborate on his fears and past experiences as a Crow and how the Warden overcomes this.

~ or ~

Zevran’s will is stronger in the Fade (or he just wakes up first) and he must rescue the Warden from their fears/desires.

Uh, yeah, so this got me going almost immediately.

A Comfortable Delusion (prosaic title is prosaic)
Time: 2:15

[Shadow of Light Dragon]

This kinda reminded me of the Zevrinjection Friday pictures people used to throw around the old thread...


by enerjak

[Hilde]

I love the look on Zevran's face!!!  That is just fantastic!

Modifié par Hilde, 12 juillet 2011 - 07:12 .

[Cypher0020]

Wooooow that Fade prompt sounds fun!

[Sialater]

Hilde wrote...


Dreaming in the Fade. (Broken Circle Quest)
Zevran’s dream: reinterpret or rewrite the fade dream altogether. Is he tempted to stay by what he desires or elaborate on his fears and past experiences as a Crow and how the Warden overcomes this.

~ or ~

Zevran’s will is stronger in the Fade (or he just wakes up first) and he must rescue the Warden from their fears/desires.

I'm tired of messing around with it. 

The Trouble With Mages

The Fade was a tricky place.  Shadows that hid horrors, movement, always movement out of the corner of his eye.  A person could go insane here.  The strength of the Warden impressed him all over again.  Mages were reputed to have to deal with the Fade on a constant basis.  It was a wonder more of them didn’t go mad.  

It took him what seemed like forever to navigate the maze, his mind growing tired and his limbs feeling leaden with fatigue.  But finally, he stumbled into a small, cozy farmhouse, a Ferelden winter in full blast outside.  “Zevran!” It was her voice.  “Zevran!  You’re frozen solid!”  He turned to find The Warden, Moira Surana, closing the door behind him, snow swirling inside, white flakes landing on her raven hair, glowing slightly before melting into her curls.  She reached up and kissed him on the cheek, giving him a hug.  “Please, sit down!”  She ushered him to a rough-hewn table and bench, urging him to sit down.   He obliged and let her throw a warm blanket on his shoulders.  Whatever demon had crafted this fantasy knew cold, at least.  

But Moira, dear Maker!  Gone was the worried and harried expression, blissful contentment had replaced it.  She busied herself by checking an iron pot hanging on a hook by the fireplace, her slender, long-fingered hands stirring the savory stew within with a long spoon.  “You can stay for dinner, right?  We get so few visitors here.  And I haven’t seen  you in so long!”

He smiled, gently.  “How long has it been, my dear?”  He hoped getting her to think would be enough to break her free of this dream.

“Ages!”  She bent to taste the stew, holding her shawl tight over her shoulders and the homespun dress that hung loosely on her.  “He’ll be back soon, he just went out to get more wood for the wood pile.”

There was the sound of a wooden door being shoved over the planks of the floor and the assassin turned, seeing what he thought was a familiar set of Alistair’s broad shoulders.  Astonishment caused his jaw to drop as the  man he expected to see wasn’t the one who entered.  “Cullen!”  Moira shouted in greeting as the big man stacked the firewood in the corner and added a few logs to the fire already raging.  He turned and lifted Moira into his arms in a kiss, one hand cradling her head, the other at  the small of her back holding her tight to him.  

Setting her on the ground after his greeting, the bearded man looked up from Moira and finally saw Zevran, “Hello, friend, have we met?”

Zevran stood, hiding his caution behind a friendly smile.  “No, I don’t believe we have.  I am Zevran Arainai, Zev to my friends.”  

The big man’s welcoming smile turned frosty, but his expression didn’t change.  “Well, Zevran nice to meet you.  My wife has told me a great deal about you!”  Startled at the word, “wife,” Zevran shifted his eyes to Moira who’d gone back to complacently stirring the stew.  Who was this man that was part of her illusion?  Why did she want to be married to him?  And then, for the first time, her lose dress shifted giving him a glimpse of her abdomen as she bent down awkwardly.  Oh, Maker.  Was this what she really wanted?  His heart broke for her, but every instinct was screaming at him to get himself and her out of this place.  

He always listened to his instincts.

“And how did you two lovebirds meet?”

Moira looked up from her stew and beamed at him while the big man went over to wrap his arms around his tiny elfin wife and place his large hands over her pregnant belly.  “I was a mage apprentice in Kinloch Hold, he was a Templar set to watch over me.  It’s all like something out of a story book, don’t you think?”

Her happy expression faltered as she caught the expression of doubt Zevran allowed to cross his features, “What’s... what’s wrong?”

“How did you and I meet, mia cara?”

Her brow furrowed and she stepped out of her “husband’s” embrace as she thought.  “I - I’m not sure.  A caravan maybe?”  

“And when were you wed?”

Her lips parted and as she was about to answer, her brows drawn together in worry, the former Templar spun her around to look at him, “Enough! Stop listening to such impertinent questions or you’ll hurt the baby!”

Moira looked back over her shoulder at Zevran who merely asked, “How far along are you?”

“I
-- I don’t know.  Maker help me, I don’t know.”  Her hands flew to her mouth in horror and the illusion of the cabin flickered.  

Zevran heard her gasp and saw her look around but was left to scramble away from the table as the big man rushed him, his bearded mouth open in a yell, “Get out!  Get out!  You will not have her!  She’s mine!”  A sword
appeared in his hands from nowhere and Zevran narrowly avoided a blow that would have cloven him in half.  

“Cullen, no, stop!  Cullen!  I -- I’ll stay, just don’t hurt him!”  

The ex-Templar turned to his “wife,” “He will never leave you alone, my darling.  Can’t you see he needs to die?”

Tearfully, she glanced at Zevran and nodded, “I understand.  Just... kiss me, please?”  

“Anything for you, my sweet.”  He bent to kiss her and Zevran swallowed bile as Moira willingly submitted to the embrace of the illusion.  He moved around the table, drawing his own blades, maneuvering to pull her away from whatever had control of her when suddenly, Cullen staggered backward, blood draining from his throat, his mouth working as he gasped for air.  The illusion flickered and died, leaving the crumpled form of a male desire demon on the ground in the raw fade.  Moira, suddenly back in her mage robes and with no child growing in her belly, collapsed to her knees her face in her hands, sobbing.  The knife she had used was her own blade and it now dripped with the ichorous blood of the demon.  Zevran had no idea what to do to comfort her -- he couldn’t even
ease the pit of his own stomach.  That had taken a great deal of strength to do what she’d just done.  Murdering her happiness, her love, for her own freedom and his life.  He stared down at her bowed head anddid the only thing he could think of and put his hand on her shoulder in comfort.  The fade flickered around them.

After defeating the sloth demon and winning their freedom, Zevran watched Moira as they climbed the tower, wondering how she was coping with having to kill someone she cared about, no matter how illusory they were.  When they came upon a man kneeling in a corner praying to Andraste, he was startled to find the man did exist and that there had been something between the apprentice and the Templar in the tower, after all.  Out of a
storybook, indeed.  The two looked at each other, pain written plainly across their features when the imprisoned Templar finally realized she was no delusion.  She stepped toward the prison, looking for a way to release the spell.  But when she reached out to him as if to touch him through the field, the man paled and backed away.  “No!  Do not touch me ever again!  Get away from me you abomination!”

Rage flared within Zevran as the memory of what she endured in the Fade flooded through him and he wanted to tell the imbecile what he thought of him, to reject her.  Until he caught Moira’s eye, that is.  Her large blue eyes closed and she shook her head.  She turned to climb the stairs to find out what horrors waited for them.  

The battle against the pride demon Uldred had become was short and terrible.  Alistair had taken the brunt of the brute force of the demon’s blows but had protected Moira and Wynne as they took turns chanting the Litany.  He himself had done what he did best and chipped away at the spiny hide as quickly as he could.  Bruised, battered,
beaten, they managed to free Irving.  He and Greagoir offered them rooms for the night, such as they were in the semi-ruined tower, but it was better than sleeping in the putrid inn across the lake.

He stayed near Moira, wondering what these religious zealots would do against one of their own, no matter that she’d just saved them.  He had to leave her long enough to take care of things that nature often demanded be taken care of no matter their timing and returned to find her embroiled in a low-voiced argument with the man she’d imagined as her husband.  Zevran couldn’t really hear them, but from the pain on the Warden’s face, he could imagine what the Templar was saying.  His suspicions were confirmed when the man stormed off and he caught Moira wiping tears from her pale cheeks.  “Hello, Zevran, I’d wondered where
you’d gotten to.”

“I --” he began.

She interrupted, “I want to beg a favor of you.  Do not ever mention what occurred in the Fade to anyone.  Ever.”  She stepped closer and he realized he could drown in those blue eyes.  But that realization wasn’t as startling as what she said next.  “Do you hate me for being a mage?”

He blinked at her, his mind racing. “Of course not,” he managed to get out while trying not to be overwhelmed at her proximity.  She seemed to be waiting for a further response from him.  “Magic is a tool like a dagger. A far more wondrous one, yes, and far more dangerous, but a tool, nonetheless.”  

She seemed to search his face for a lie, but he kept his gaze steady on her.  He did, after all, mean every word.  “Good,” she said, finally and smiled sadly.  “I believe this will be the start of a beautiful friendship.”

~*~
ETA:  Formatting issues.  BSN and Google Docs don't get along.

Modifié par Sialater, 13 juillet 2011 - 08:28 .

[Shadow of Light Dragon]

Hilde wrote...





[b]Dreaming in the Fade. (Broken Circle Quest)

Zevran’s will is stronger in the Fade (or he just wakes up first) and he must rescue the Warden from their fears/desires.

Time: 2 Hours
Prompts: 4 (I think)

Invasion

[Shadow of Light Dragon]

Double post!

Um...

Have some more slightly NSFW Zevran.

Modifié par Shadow of Light Dragon, 14 juillet 2011 - 10:14 .

[Corker]

Hilde wrote...





[b]Dreaming in the Fade. (Broken Circle Quest)

Zevran’s will is stronger in the Fade (or he just wakes up first) and he must rescue the Warden from their fears/desires.

Meet my new Warden, Neira 'Spectacles' Surana, in her first non-k!meme appearance.

Chronology
"n. the science of arranging time in periods and ascertaining the dates and historical order of past events."

Time: 45 min
Prompts: 4

ETA: Thanks to jenovan and SoLD, whose descriptions of how Zevran got out of his dream and how he learned to navigate the Fade were so awesomely spot-on that I decided I couldn't possibly improve on them, so I just lazily started things in media res. 

Modifié par Corker, 14 juillet 2011 - 12:20 .

[Sialater]

Corker: that's about what I did, too. LOL

Wow, this prompt set got a lot of activity!