tklivory wrote...

Pearl of Wisdom
Interpret this as you will! Whether this refers to a moment of wisdom dispensed by (or to) our favorite Antivan, or an excursion to our favorite Denerim establishment, or anything in between, I want to see the creativity within our community! Have fun!
Time Limit: 3 hours
Deadline: 8pm PST Monday 24th October
Media: Any which way but loose (errr, I mean, anything and everything)
Prize: Not being an artist, I've come up with a couple of different alternatives from which to choose:
1) A DA:O .mor/mrh/mop file designed to your specifications (or at least as close as I can get it) - sorry, PC users only!
2) Copyediting of a piece of your own writing (max word limit: 200K) and conversion to eBook format of your choice
3) A lovely stick figure drawing (ummm... like I said, I'm not an artist)
4) Unstinting praise of a job well done
Obviously this is a non-entry (since it's my own darn prompt), but I couldn't get this blasted story out of my head, so I thought I'd share it with y'all.
Time: 20 minutes
Prompt: 1? (not sure if it counts when I answer my own prompt
Wisdom of the Ancients
The bantering had finished, lines had been drawn, and the fight with Taliesin and his fellow Crows proceeded in earnest. Bodies lay scattered across the alley as those with lesser skills fell by the wayside early, leaving the Warden's party to face the deadlier adversaries with a growing level of exhaustion.
Zevran whirled and danced his deadly dance, his twin daggers glistening with the special demonic poison he had been saving especially for his former comrades. Ducking, weaving and dodging, he fought, heedless of the sweat on his brow and the growing shortness of his breath, pushing aside all thought of his own weakness and focusing only on the enemy before him.
The stitch in his side grew, however, as the numbers of dancers around him diminished, and he found himself fighting two Crows, desperately fending off both of their attacks at once. Suddenly his footing betrayed him as he backed up one too many times and ended up against the steps where the confrontation had first began. Stumbling slightly, his daggers faltered for a moment, and he saw a flicker of satisfaction in the eyes of his opponents as they pressed in for the kill.
Abruptly both of their heads disappeared in a rather unpleasant shower of blood and other unmentionable bodily liquids. As their headless bodies crumpled to the ground in a graceless duet of death, Zevran stared at the large stone figure standing behind them with arms still held akimbo at head-height.
Zevran tipped his head in acknowledgment to the golem as he paused to catch his breath. "Ah, my dear friend. I am grateful for your assistance. Those two were... rather persisitent." He nudged one of the bodies with his foot. "You managed to take them out quite efficiently, as well, my friend. My congratulations."
The golem's eyes glowed as Shale cocked her head slightly. "Surely the painted elf has heard that it is better to kill two birds with one stone?"
Zevran regarded his companion for a moment, then turned to run up the stairs where his remaining companions were engaged in a furious battle with Taliesin and the last of the Crows. "I am not even going to dignify that with a response," he declared before dashing up the slope.
Behind him, he heard a faint stony chuckle followed by a softly murmured, "Squish!"
Modifié par tklivory, 19 octobre 2011 - 12:04 .