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[Sarah1281]

TanithAeyrs wrote...

@Sarah - I love Angelique. Her conversation with Alistair on why they were all untrustworthy was spot on. *Hugs*. Beautifully done.

Thanks. I'm glad you liked it.

@ ICevoL: Oh, fun dream! Too bad that he woke up right before the best part, huh? I'm sure Zevran will be more than willing to fix that...

[caridounette]

Hi Zevran fans !



I have a quick question if you guys still like to discuss those things ( i saw theres a 1000+ pages Zevran thread somewhere, but i just read the first 30 pages )



So im doing a femcasteless playthrough. My Brosca went to the tent pretty early with Zev ( she cant understand Alistair and his waiting thing... ) but really only felt for him after he sided with her against Talissen ( not like a certain Leske, who really broke her heart at Jarvia. Cant blame her for not being too trustful after that). I often took the '' i understand you '' answers while romancing Zev and now hes offering me the earing... i often turn it down the first time to get the token of affection but i cant seem to do it with my Brosca... she never got anything given to her either, shes not about to turn back a gift from the man she loves ! She never asked him about his adventures with the ladies either. Theres jsut things she understands and she wouldnt like being asked the same either (she aways did what needed to survive).



Im thinking of accepting the earing and giving Zev his boots ( prized antivan leather for a job well done. The job being to escape the Crows and starting a new life, of course! ).



Im just wondering how ill explain the fact that hell not want to go to the tent after... do you guys think Zevran is as commited to someone who accepted the earing on the first offer as hed be to someone who would force him to reconsider his feelings ?



(sorry for the poor english, clearly not my maternal language)

[Sarah1281]

Im just wondering how ill explain the fact that hell not want to go to the tent after... do you guys think Zevran is as commited to someone who accepted the earing on the first offer as hed be to someone who would force him to reconsider his feelings ?

Not accepting the earring isn't what forces him to reconsider his feelings exactly. He doesn't go to the tent for the same reason (he realizes he's in love after you free him from Taliesin and he has difficulty dealing with it and then needs to know if you feel the same) and you get the earring offer again after having the conversation where you tell him that you love him. Turning down the earring really seems more of a RP thing. Your Warden can be hurt by his insistence it's not a gesture of affection (which he admits to the second time), be tired of coddling him and want a commitment, ect. but all it changes in the romance lines is Zevran being annoyed you won't accept it and then offering it again once you sort out the whole love issue.

[jenovan]

caridounette wrote...

Hi Zevran fans !

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Im just wondering how ill explain the fact that hell not want to go to the tent after... do you guys think Zevran is as commited to someone who accepted the earing on the first offer as hed be to someone who would force him to reconsider his feelings ?

(sorry for the poor english, clearly not my maternal language)

Welcome! :3

Interesting question. ^^ I think, as Sarah said, the real difference between the two offerings is sort of an RP thing.  On Zevran's side, I think he cares just as much about the Warden by either path; the difference is more how the Warden sees their relationship, and how they'd like it defined, I suppose.

Even if the Warden accepts the earring the first time, Zevran may have plenty of reason to stop and think about what's just happened, and so he'll refuse to go to the tent.  Maybe he wonders what made him feel so strongly to give up something to important to him -- that could be true whether the Warden accepted or rejected the earring, really.  And so he needs time to think.  Or maybe he's wondering if what he feels for the Warden is beyond physical, so he tries to test himself? Any number of explanations are possible, I think, even if the earring is accepted the first time

[Minaleth]

Hilde wrote...



Thanks to Minaleth for the Banner!

Prompt: Pirate Zevran 
"Arr. Pirate Zevran reporting for duty. Prepare to be boarded." A childhood dream? A previous experience? Costume? Eyepatch? The possibilities are endless. Any format; poem, painting, drawing, story...etc.


Time: 1 hour
Due: Thursday (September 2), 6:00 pm CDT US. I'll choose the winner on Friday
Prize: A short story. Theme and Warden of your choosing.

Pirate Zevran, 56min

@ICevoL: lol, that was good story! yay for AU plot bunnies stuck in head

Modifié par Minaleth, 28 août 2010 - 07:29 .

[TanithAeyrs]

Minaleth wrote...

Hilde wrote...



Thanks to Minaleth for the Banner!

Prompt: Pirate Zevran 
"Arr. Pirate Zevran reporting for duty. Prepare to be boarded." A childhood dream? A previous experience? Costume? Eyepatch? The possibilities are endless. Any format; poem, painting, drawing, story...etc.


Time: 1 hour
Due: Thursday (September 2), 6:00 pm CDT US. I'll choose the winner on Friday
Prize: A short story. Theme and Warden of your choosing.

Pirate Zevran, 56min

@ICevoL: lol, that was good story! yay for AU plot bunnies stuck in head

 Mina, your pirate Zev is fabulous

@ICevol - will read your entry after I write mine - I try not to read other stories until mine is done so I don't accidentally steal ideas.

[Sarah1281]

@Mina: Wow, he looks really good like that. Not to mention authentic. Nice job.

[maradeux]

Hilde wrote...



Thanks to Minaleth for the Banner!

Prompt: Pirate Zevran 
"Arr. Pirate Zevran reporting for duty. Prepare to be boarded." A childhood dream? A previous experience? Costume? Eyepatch? The possibilities are endless. Any format; poem, painting, drawing, story...etc.


Time: 1 hour
Due: Thursday (September 2), 6:00 pm CDT US. I'll choose the winner on Friday
Prize: A short story. Theme and Warden of your choosing.

10 minutes for the poem, a bit longer for the translation (and Corker helped me  - again - with some words. thank you so much! <3)

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Of Pirates and Crows
(Zevran's leaving present for Isabela)

The storms are chasing clouds on the sky
the flags, hoisted up, the sails stand by
the waves are whiping the strand
the man ashore, the femme on board
the fate lies in their hands

The pirates of the Rivainian Sea
are dreaded and hated and all you will be
they board the ships, they rob the gold,
they drink your wine, ravage the hold
they're all you've ever longed for
but they'll never go ashore

Antiva, stomping ground of Crows
is dreaded and hated and all you will chose

If a pirate invades the nest of a bird
and a crow spends the night on board
so the sea retains her waves and salt
the land keeps grain and stalk
a crow will never be a gull
a fish will never learn to walk

Z.A.

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Please, don't be angry with me, that I don't tell anything about the other entries - I haven't seen/read them yet, neither all the other posts on the last two pages. I'm just so much busy with my current story - want to finish the translation of the next part, and I'm not able to concentrate on anything else at the moment. Please, forgive me, I'll read and answer later.

Modifié par maradeux, 28 août 2010 - 08:57 .

[caridounette]

 thanks for the answers  !

i guess after having completed the game a couple times, its all about RP 
maybe id write stories like you guys do if i could write in english. I love to read them tho

my miss Brosca managed to accept the earing and then give Zev the boots before being denied the tent. It made for a nice story of two slightly jaded persons not quite good at telling what they feel. Since he said the boots were to be his reward for a job well done ( oh i love how hes says  - No boots for Zevran ! -  in this convo ), the exchange can be enough to make him consider their relation ( or at least thats how i played it )

Zevran is a very well written character
you can really build many stories around him, both friendship and romance 

Edited cause english is bad (worst then swooping)

Modifié par caridounette, 28 août 2010 - 10:06 .

[soignee]

caridounette wrote...

 thanks for the answers  !

i guess after having completed the game a couple times, its all about RP 
maybe id write stories like you guys do if i could write in english. I love to read them tho

my miss Brosca managed to accept the earing and then give Zev the boots before being denied the tent. It made a nice story of two slightly jaded persons not quite good at telling what they feel. Since he said the boots were to be his reward for a job well done ( oh i love how hes says in this convo ), the exchange can be enough to make him consider their relation ( or at least thats how i roleplayed it )

Zevran is avery well written character, you can really build many stories around him, both friendship and romance

Brosca fistbump right {{{here}}}}

Also you get double bump for Zev/Brosca.

This post is....



*puts on shades*

YEAHHHHHHHHH

*strolls off into sunset*

[Sarah1281]

Wow, I don't think I've ever had so much trouble with a prompt. I did manage to finally finish it, though:

Tonight was the night the Rivaini captain of the ship the Siren was going to die. Zevran wasn’t particularly fond of the paranoid Captain Omer which certainly made killing him easier than if the reverse was true. When Zevran had first been contracted to kill Omer he had thought it would be an easy enough job. He had been mistaken. Omer was, as he’d mentioned, an extremely paranoid man. Zevran couldn’t quite say that he was overly paranoid because there was, in fact, at least one assassin aboard Omer’s very vessel with orders to kill him.

It had been a month since Zevran had first joined the crew of the Siren and he had to admit that while he had certainly not expected the job to go like this, he couldn’t really complain. When he was a young child he had often dreamed of escaping first from the brothel and then from the Crows on a pirate ship. He could get an earring and a ponytail and go off and find the Dalish. Well, he had got an earring, at least, although the Dalish had spectacularly failed to live up to his expectations and he felt that he looked ridiculous with a ponytail.

Joining the Siren’s crew had actually not been his first idea or, indeed, his idea at all. He had initially been trying to get close to Omer – and failing, tragically, as the pirate captain was far more well guarded than he had any right to be – when he had come across the captain’s gorgeous young wife, Isabela. She seemed to have no great affection for ‘the greasy bastard’ as she referred to her husband and she had quickly fallen into bed with him. She had, to his slight surprise, proven very smart if almost desperately bored. She hadn’t known he was a Crow but she had come up with the idea to add him to the Siren’s crew anyway so that they could continue their tryst and Zevran could – as far as she knew – get passage to the other side of Antiva.

Zevran hadn’t been sure about the plan as it he knew little about pirates and wasn’t sure if he could impersonate the kind of person a pirate would recruit skillfully enough to be allowed to join the crew but he needn’t have worried. Isabella had been doing this for a few years and had easily coached him on how to approach her husband (with far too many guards to make his move, unfortunately), how to make his case, and how to be a convincing recruit. He had wondered vaguely whether she had done it before but it was no matter.

Once aboard the Siren, Omer’s security was much lighter. After all, it wasn’t like a threat could come in from the outside. He had two guards to protect him on the off chance that one of his pirates – such as, say, Zevran – were to decide to attack him and Zevran had made sure to drug the wine that they had drank at dinner. It wouldn’t kill them but it had made them both violently ill so that there would be no one protecting the dear Captain. He supposed that he could have struck earlier but Omer refused to be awakened before noon and they were coming in to port far earlier than that in the morning so if things went as they should then he should be long gone by the time the body was discovered. It just made things easier that way and the month spent at sea had been invaluable for any pirate-impersonating needs he would have in the future as well as for learning all the details of this ship so that he could commit a flawlessly planned assassination.

The only thing that worried him was Isabela. She had proven a fun and engaging companion both in bed and out of it and had, truth be told, reminded him a little of his fellow assassin, Rinna. She was using him, of course, but there was a slight difference between using someone for sex and amusement and using someone to get closer to and murder their husband. Still, it had to be done and it wasn’t like she wouldn’t okay. Girls like Isabela always landed on their feet and she was quite vocal on her distaste for her husband anyway.

He crept into Omer’s room. Isabela slept in separate quarters which just further showed that husband and wife were not particularly close. He made no noise as he crossed the room and stood near Omer’s bed. Zevran carefully removed the pillow from underneath Omer’s head and pressed it over his face. Smothering was so inelegant but it would get the job and done, if someone had discovered the body before he could make his escape, it would not be immediately clear that it was murder.

Omer did not awaken at first but once he did he tensed, panicking at his inability to breathe. Zevran doubted that he realized what was going on at first but he quickly began to thrash around trying to free himself. In response, Zevran pushed down on the pillow harder. Suffocation wasn’t a pleasant way to die but in a few minutes it would all be over.

Although it seemed like much longer to Zevran, the five to seven minutes it took for a human to suffocate eventually passed and Omer stopped moving. Zevran replaced the pillow and did a quick scan of the scene to see if he’d left any traces of his presence. He hadn’t.

He creaked open the door to the cabin and peered outside. He didn’t see anybody so chances were that there was nobody to see him sneaking out of Omer’s quarters. He slipped out the door and hurried away from the room. He didn’t see anybody which likely meant that he had gotten away with it.

On his way to his own bed, however, he encountered the lovely Isabela leaning against the railing of the ship and staring out at the ocean, her hair glowing in the moonlight.

“Can’t sleep?” Zevran asked, coming to stand beside her.

Isabela turned to look at him. “You’re leaving tomorrow.” It wasn’t a question.

Zevran nodded. “I do need to get back.”

Isabela smiled at him. “We had fun.”

“That we most certainly did,” Zevran agreed with a smirk.

“We may not have tomorrow but there is still tonight,” Isabela said suggestively. “And let me tell you, I am notorious for long goodbyes…”

“Well, when you put it that way then who am I to deny such a beautiful woman?” Zevran asked rhetorically as he allowed himself to be led to Isabela’s quarters.

Yes, all things considered he had enjoyed his time as a pirate.

Modifié par Sarah1281, 29 août 2010 - 12:11 .

[Corker]

This is not an entry, more of a do-it-yourself kit for fun at home.

The original song: "I Used to Work in Chicago."  A quick survey of YouTube reveals that most people who perform this song are drunk as skunks and singing off-key.  Viewing recommended only for the very curious and strong of ear.

Piratified by The Pyrates Royale into "Don't Sail There" on their "Lyve Behind Bars" album.  There's a generic formula that's repeated for each verse.

We used to sail to (a placename)
And there we'd put ashore
We used to sail to (a placename)
We did but we don't anymore
A lady* asked (name) for (an item)
We had some of that on-board
(Slightly different name for the item) she wanted?
(Related innuendo goes here)!
Now we don't sail there no more!

*For our purposes, you could use "sailor," "laddie," or some other two-syllable synonym for "man" as well.

We used to sail to Par Vollen
And there we'd put ashore
We used to sail to Par Vollen
We did but we don't anymore
A lady asked Zevran for spices
We had some of that on board
Cinnamon she wanted?
Stick 'er he did!
Now we don't sail there no more!

And so on.  (And on, and on, as is typical for bawdy drinking songs.)

[frostajulie]

Sarah1281 wrote...

Remember that conversation from last night about how if we start deciding Zevran's too dangerous to let live then we needed to judge the other companions on their pasts and we'd quickly be forced to come to the conclusion that we were too dangerous to live as well and that Loghain was right? Well it inspired this.


“So what say you?” the elven assassin Zevran asked looking up at them curiously from his position on the ground.
 
Alistair glanced over at his fellow Warden, Angélique. Normally, he just let her handle the decision-making process because despite how…special she was at least he didn’t have to do it and she hadn’t done anything too crazy as of yet. Still, the decision on what to do with the man who had just been hired by Loghain (and some other guy who couldn’t possibly be as evil as Loghain) to kill them was important enough that he felt they really should discuss it. “This is a bad idea,” he told her flatly. “How do we know that he won’t just try to kill us again?”
 
“I’m sure he won’t,” Angélique said with a trusting smile. “He did promise us that he wouldn’t, after all.”
 
“I can promise again, if you like,” Zevran offered.
 
“No, I still remember the first one,” Alistair said dryly. “I’m just not entirely sure that I trust it.”
 
“I think you’re being too hard on him,” Angélique declared.
 
Alistair stared at her. “You think that I’m what? Do you not remember how just a half an hour ago he ambushed us and tried to kill us?”
 
“I remember just fine,” Angélique assured him. “But we really do need to give him a second chance.”
 
Alistair crossed his arms. “I was not aware that I ‘needed’ to give anybody anything of the sort,” he said stiffly.
 
“Oh, but you do,” Angélique told him, her violet eyes widening dramatically. “Otherwise we might as well admit that Loghain was right all along.”
 
Alistair nearly fell over. “Wait…what? How do you make the leap between killing an assassin that Loghain hired to kill us to cover up his own treachery and Loghain being right? Which, you know, he’s totally not.”
 
“Well, think about it,” Angélique said slowly. “Zevran’s really not all that different than you or I or any of the others that have come with us.”
 
“See? I’ll fit right in,” Zevran spoke up. Alistair glanced down to see that he’d evidently gotten bored of waiting for them to decide his fate and had started to play tic-tac-toe against himself. “And while I’ve never killed a darkspawn before I am certainly good at killing.”
 
“That makes me feel so much better about this, thank you,” Alistair muttered. “As per usual, Angélique, I have no idea what you’re talking about so maybe you could explain.”
 
“You said that Zevran tried to kill us and that that wasn’t very nice and I agree,” Angélique began.
 
“You must believe that I am simply wracked with guilt about that,” Zevran felt the need to announce.
 
Angélique, for some reason, seemed to believe him as she positively beamed. “Oh, I know. Thank you for telling me that.”
 
“What does this have to do with our other companions or the two of us?” Alistair asked pointedly, hoping that she’d get back on topic before they got even more sidetracked. “Particularly in regards to Loghain being right?”
 
“Oh, yes,” Angélique nodded her appreciation at the reminder. “Well, take Sten. He killed an entire family whose only crime was to not have gone around the battlefield collecting all of the weapons for when Sten woke up. That’s even less nice than trying to kill us because at least we can defend ourselves.”
 
“Yeah, one family,” Alistair countered. “That’s horrible, true, but think of how many innocent people Zevran has probably killed!”
 
“On the contrary, I am reasonably sure that most of them thoroughly deserved it,” Zevran murmured indolently. He had finished his game and was now looking for all the world like he was trying to take a nap.
 
“Sten is very sorry about what he did and I forgave him, of course, but it doesn’t change the past,” Angélique continued. “And he could always go crazy again and kill us all, especially if he loses his sword again and yet that’s a risk we’ve all accepted. We can’t really judge Zevran without judging Sten. Then, of course, there’s Leliana.”
 
“Leliana?” Alistair repeated, surprised. “I know she was a former bard but they did things besides killing and she said that was her last resort. Besides, all that’s behind her now.”
 
“So she says,” Angélique pointed out. “And even if that’s true, being a bard required her to do a lot of very not nice things that, if we’re holding peoples’ pasts against them, must be taken into account. And then there’s her vision, of course. You can’t deny that you thought she was crazy when we first met.”
 
“Maybe,” Alistair admitted reluctantly. “So you think she’ll snap and try to kill us all as well?”
 
Angélique nodded. “She might. Maybe she’d have another dream and mistake it for a vision again. You can never be too careful.”
 
“I’m really starting to wonder if I really want to join you people after all,” Zevran mused aloud.
 
Alistair ignored him. “What about Morrigan? You can’t tell me that you really think Leliana’s a threat and not Morrigan.”
 
“Well of course Morrigan is a threat!” Angélique exclaimed. “She’s an apostate of questionable intentions. I mean, I know her mother told her to come with us but surely a grown woman like her could make her own choices. Oh, and she made us kill her mother as well. That doesn’t really strike me as the nicest thing to do no matter what her mother may have been planning first.”
 
“That’s probably the smartest thing you’ve ever said,” Alistair announced, greatly cheered by hearing negative things about Morrigan. “I agree absolutely.”
 
“The reason to worry about Shale is obvious since she killed her last master,” Angélique continued. “Dog already got tainted once and so who knows if that could happen again and he’d be a Blight Mabari.”

“I’ll give you Shale but Dog was cured of the taint and even if it happened again we’d be safe due to our Grey Warden immunity,” Alistair told her.
 
“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t attack us or that anybody else would be safe from him,” Angélique replied. “And Wynne is perhaps the most concerning of all of our companions. I know that were I not such a generous and forgiving spirit that I would rather have ten…no, twenty! I would rather have twenty assassins hired by Loghain to kill us than her.”
 
Alistair frowned at her. He rather saw the elderly mage like a grandmother and didn’t appreciate this defamation of her character but Angélique of all people. “Come now, what do you have against Wynne?”
 
Angélique blinked. “Nothing. Didn’t you hear me?”
 
Alistair sighed and wished that she wouldn’t be so infuriatingly literal at times. “If you did not have such a generous and forgiving spirit then what would you have against Wynne?” he tried again.
 
“She’s an abomination,” Angélique answered promptly.
 
Alistair choked. He had been expecting something more along the lines of ‘she won’t stop talking about things she knows nothing about’ or ‘she keeps trying to make me go back to the Circle even though she won’t do it’ which were Angélique’s usual complaints. “She is not!”
 
Angélique looked surprised. “Oh, she didn’t tell you?”
 
“Didn’t tell me what?” Alistair asked suspiciously.
 
“Wynne died right before we showed up at the Tower,” Angélique explained. “And a Fade spirit that had been stalking her decided to bring her back to life and is inside of her this very minute sustaining her. Sure, she’s not all melodramatic like Uldred or Connor were and hasn’t changed form but by the Chantry’s standards she’s still an abomination and who knows if we can trust her?”
 
“I agree,” Zevran spoke up. “That most definitely sounds like an abomination and I assure you both that I have never even considered getting possessed.”
 
“See?” Angélique asked brightly. “That already gives him an advantage over Wynne on the ‘will he snap and try to kill us’ scale.”
 
“I’m not sure that I agree with that,” Alistair said slowly. “She may fit the technical definition of an abomination, I guess, but she just seems so normal…and didn’t you say something about how you and I were also untrustworthy? How can you not trust me? Or especially yourself? We’re Grey Wardens and everyone knows that that makes us the epitome of trustworthiness.”
 
“We are Grey Wardens,” Angélique agreed. “And I’ll get back to that in a second. You were almost a Templar and have been subjected to about a decade of Chantry brainwashing while you were training and I’ve been living with them at the Tower for my entire life so neither of us is entirely rational, either.”
 
“We’re perfectly capable of thinking for ourselves!” Alistair argued. He paused. “Well, at least I am…”
 
“Maybe that’s just what they want you to think,” Angélique said knowingly. “And given that to become a Grey Warden you have to imbibe darkspawn blood and get exposed to it all at once-”
 
“Not in front of him!” Alistair hissed, glancing at Zevran.
 
“I’m sorry, did you say something?” Zevran asked politely. “I wasn’t listening.”
 
“That’s very courteous,” Angélique said with a warm smile at Zevran. “So as I was saying, we are Grey Wardens and that makes us basically high-functioning ghouls. If we’re really going to hold Zevran’s past against him-”
 
“What past?” Alistair demanded. “He attacked us less than an hour ago!”
 
“Exactly,” Angélique said, nodding. “Bygones and whatnot. If we hold Zevran’s past against him then we’re going to start holding everything else against ourselves or risk being unbearable hypocrites and if we do that then we’ll be forced to concede that Loghain is right and we’re all too dangerous to be allowed to live. Do you want that?”
 
Alistair simply stared at her for a moment and wondered, as he had so many times before, whether she were for real. “You know what? Spare him if you want. I don’t even care at this point…”

ROFLMAO!!  So perfectly in character and so perfectly true.  Best post EVER!

[TanithAeyrs]

Hilde wrote...



Thanks to Minaleth for the Banner!

Prompt: Pirate Zevran 
"Arr. Pirate Zevran reporting for duty. Prepare to be boarded." A childhood dream? A previous experience? Costume? Eyepatch? The possibilities are endless. Any format; poem, painting, drawing, story...etc.


Time: 1 hour
Due: Thursday (September 2), 6:00 pm CDT US. I'll choose the winner on Friday
Prize: A short story. Theme and Warden of your choosing.

'This went off on a bit of a tangent from the prompt but it is what came to mind.  A tiny bit of a spoiler for my fic, but I always thought Zev deserved a happy ending.   Time: 59 minutes and 30 seconds including editing.


Adventurers Again
 
They sailed just past dawn, the Thorn’s Edge gliding away from the dock, and then surging forward as Zevran brought her about and the wind filled her sails. The air was humid and heat already rose from the land. The morning breeze rushed past them, alive with possibilities.
 
The children were gone, traveling to find their own destinies, the guild had been passed into capable hands and Aithne and Zevran were free. No longer shackled by duty and honor, released from the bondage of heroes, they could do as they wished. The last year had been spent refurbishing the sailing vessel, preparing her for adventures beyond an afternoon’s pleasure cruise in the bay. Sailing had been an escape from the dangers and demands of ruling the most notorious guild in Thedas. It was a duty they had never wanted and shouldered only when no other solution could be found.
 
Aithne crossed the deck and settled against the railing where she could watch her lover. Barefoot and shirtless in the warm air he guided the small sailboat with a sure hand. She admired the taut muscles of his shoulders, his lean hips, the sure grace that normally belonged to a man decades younger. “Shall we anchor at Timbal Cay tonight?” The small island had once been home to a tiny plantation. A hurricane had destroyed most of the buildings and the island had been abandoned as too risky for permanent habitation.
 
Zevran nodded his assent to the plan, a tiny smile playing across his lips as he remembered the island.
 
That evening they anchored in the cove on the southern edge of the island. A quarter hour of diving yielded two fat lobsters and a brief excursion onto land left them with fresh fruit from an abandoned orchard. They dined on their bounty, supplemented by a bottle of fine wine from the provisions carefully gathered for their journey. 
 
The sun was reflecting its descending blaze across the water when their meal was finished. Aithne gathered the dishes and headed for the galley while Zevran slipped off to gather more fruit for the morning. She had just put the last plate away and secured the latch on the cupboard when she felt his presence behind her.
 
“Pirate Zevran reporting for duty.”
 
Turning she grinned, he was still shirtless and barefoot, but his golden hair was covered with a cloth tied behind his head and his right eye was covered with a makeshift eye patch. “Surely you will not ravish your pirate queen.” Her fingers hooked in the waistband of his linen pants and pulled him closer.
 
“A pirate must admire the treasure he has collected.” He swept his hands underneath her tunic and pulled it over her head.
 
“The question is, can he keep it?” She moved to dart away only to be trapped against the wall of the galley. His kiss was spices and wine with a hint of the salty sea.
 
Zevran gathered her in his arms and carried her to the deck. A blanket was laid under the stars, strewn with petals, jasmine and hibiscus. The scent swirled around them, heavy in the sea air, as he settled next to her his fingers familiar with every dip and curve after so long together. 
 
The first pink hues of dawn found them, still curled together, content as they watched the sun sparkle across the water. Adventure awaited them, limited only by how far they wished to go.

[TanithAeyrs]

@ICevol - Okay, now  I want to read the whole pirate Zevran story - I also wish you had more time to write.

@maradeux - lovely poem and I like the idea of Zev leaving it as a gift for Isabela. 

@Sarah - Pirate Zevran and Isabela, well done.  Nice way to explain their previous aquintance and a fun story in its own right.

@Corker - even though it's not an entry that was funny.  Glad you shared.

Modifié par TanithAeyrs, 30 août 2010 - 08:29 .

[maradeux]

(finally finished the translation and found time to read all your posts...)

TanithAeyrs wrote...

The troll logic is blinding.

Sten could go crazy again and kill the whole camp.
Leliana is a bard and perhaps not quite sane.
Morrigan is an apostate of questionable intentions.
Shale killed her last master.
Dog could get rabies.
Oghren is a drunk and may not be able to tell friend from foe.

I guess the only safe companions are Wynne and Alistair. I think I'll take my chances with Zev and the rest of them

Sarah1281 wrote...

Remember that conversation from last night about how if we start deciding Zevran's too dangerous to let live then we needed to judge the other companions on their pasts and we'd quickly be forced to come to the conclusion that we were too dangerous to live as well and that Loghain was right? Well it inspired this.

(awesome dialog)

*lol* That's just great, delightful, ingenious. Come in trolls, you increase our creativity!

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competition-entries:

@ICevoL - an alternative universe with the Crows being pirates and Zevran their captain - great idea!  (too sad that it was only a dream ) And yes, as Tanith said, I also want to read more of your ideas about Zevran as a pirate.

@Minaleth - what a wonderful picture! How do you manage to draw such a masterpiece in less than one hour?! Really impressive! :happy:

@Sarah - For me it is also important to put the "pieces of the puzzle" of Zevran's stories together, so that a consistent overall picture comes up. And you did a great job here with the story about Isabela and the murder of her husband.

@Tanith - this was lovely. (but at the end I had to add: ...and by the time the taint would let her...)

@Corker - funny idea

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@caridounette - Welcome!

(sorry for the poor english, clearly not my maternal language)

Let me tell you - you are not alone... :innocent: But, as far as I know the ZevFans here, they are all very friendly and understanding. :happy:

I like your idea of RP for your Brosca: That she can't deny the gift, because she's never got one before.  btw - last week we had the topic "leather" for our weekly contest and some people wrote very nice stories about the boots - that might be interesting for you.

Modifié par maradeux, 29 août 2010 - 12:29 .

[TanithAeyrs]

@ maradeux - Thanks. This weeks story does take place close to the time Aithne would normaly go on her Calling, however, I am using a plot twist (and not Avernus' research) to give her a bit more time. The taint does catch up to her, just not as early as it does with most Wardens. I wish I remembered more of my Deutsche so I could read your FF (I took German through college and lived in Bonn for 6 months when my father was on sabbatical at the university there.)

[maradeux]

TanithAeyrs wrote...

@ maradeux - I wish I remembered more of my Deutsche so I could read your FF (I took German through college and lived in Bonn for 6 months when my father was on sabbatical at the university there.)

You are sweet. <3 Actually I try to translate this story. The first part of it is my competition-entry for "leather". After I wrote this, the ideas exploded in my mind and I couldn't stop writing. The parts I translated so far are all in my blog. It's not really clear arranged there (but I don't have the heart to publish it in the English forums or wherever - for coherent reasons... )

Modifié par maradeux, 29 août 2010 - 04:47 .

[caridounette]

 @soignee  i havent completed an Aeducan story yet, but the Brosca sure is awsome
if only the female dwarf didnt have those ape arms
i try to convince myself she looks a little more like your drawing 

@Sarah  I like your Zev/Isabela pirate story, very suiting
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maradeux wrote...
(finally finished the translation and found time to read all your posts...)

TanithAeyrs wrote...

The troll logic is blinding.

Sten could go crazy again and kill the whole camp.
Leliana is a bard and perhaps not quite sane.
Morrigan is an apostate of questionable intentions.
Shale killed her last master.
Dog could get rabies.
Oghren is a drunk and may not be able to tell friend from foe.

I guess the only safe companions are Wynne and Alistair. I think I'll take my chances with Zev and the rest of them

Sarah1281 wrote...

Remember that conversation from last night about how if we start deciding Zevran's too dangerous to let live then we needed to judge the other companions on their pasts and we'd quickly be forced to come to the conclusion that we were too dangerous to live as well and that Loghain was right? Well it inspired this.

(awesome dialog)

*lol* That's just great, delightful, ingenious. Come in trolls, you increase our creativity!  

Well for my part i like to think Zev can still be dangerous, i guess it adds to his charms 
When you meet him, he does seem to appreciate that you take a chance on him (especially the male dialog, where he calls you stupid), but thats clearly not something he would do if he was in your shoes. 

Now if you dont befriend him before the landsmeet, he will turn on you (how ppl dont get him up to 30 approval is still a mystery for me tho ). I like that. It really shows hes a strong character who can take care of his own business. It makes his friendship even stronger, cause if he stays, well its cause he likes you, no ? You cant keep him around just to cook dinner for the group, like some other rogue we know ... 

In the gossip convo with Alistair, my Wardens usually tell him they got a connection with Zev but if he tries something again... hes dead. Im certain Zevran would agree to that. Hes pretty much a no-nonsense attitude person.

[soignee]

caridounette wrote...

 @soignee  i havent completed an Aeducan story yet, but the Brosca sure is awsome
if only the female dwarf didnt have those ape arms
i try to convince myself she looks a little more like your drawing 

http://social.biowar...m/project/2850/


TMP's excellent proportion fix for dwarves. There's one for humans and elves too.

*adjusts dwarfgeek monacle*

I actually tried writing for the prompt and it's LOLZ and am giving up and drawing. Again. I apparently only choke on purple ink now.

Modifié par soignee, 29 août 2010 - 04:47 .

[caridounette]

Thanks for the mod soignee. Now i can actually look at my Warden when she's standing about. Im still surprised they didnt realize how off the proportions were before selling the game. no dwarf love there.

[Corker]

I've finished mine (not really a good idea to post it from work, though) so now I can read the others...

@ICevoL - Love the AU.  I just know that Leiliana is masquerading as a cabin boy and Morrigan is out there playing Circe somewhere.

@Minaleth - I want to make a lame joke about sparrows and crows but it's not funny, especially because your picture deserves better.

@Sarah
- Not overly paranoid indeed!

@Tanith - I hope my retirement is that awesome!

[wildannie]

 

Here's my masterpiece! ...oH DEAR!  ... well, it's the taking part that counts!... but...   I'll also have to disqualify myself - 90 mins! 

I've not read the other entries yet... I'll go and do that  now 

[wildannie]

Love all the entries,

@Icevol, love the twist, your writing really sizzles!

@Minaleth, love his hair in this one, he should wear it like that most days.

@Maradeux, lovely poem, much better than the one he told my PCs!

@Sarah1281, It's great to have this episode brought to life. Zev's a real rogue in this one!

@TanithAeyrs, yes! pure utopia, that's my kind of ending.

[TanithAeyrs]

@ wildannie - Zev and Isabela, fits well with the pirate theme and Zev's comment "A pirate you say? I like that!", you can just hear him thinking. I have to confess that I am in awe of anyone with artistic skills - at 90 minutes I would still only have stick figures.