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Modifié par ejoslin, 19 septembre 2010 - 02:21 .
Modifié par Corker, 19 septembre 2010 - 03:14 .
ejoslin wrote...
Wynne's speech for all is at 71+ adore, her apology at 91+ love. I always figured, if Zevran and my warden haven't been to the tent, they've been hanging out, kicking back, talking and laughing half the night. IOW, doing all sorts of things that Wynne would disapprove of.
Giggles_Manically wrote...
ejoslin wrote...
Wynne's speech for all is at 71+ adore, her apology at 91+ love. I always figured, if Zevran and my warden haven't been to the tent, they've been hanging out, kicking back, talking and laughing half the night. IOW, doing all sorts of things that Wynne would disapprove of.
I think I missed that one...
My mage got fed up with his innocent act and said "GET IN MAH TENT!"
I really cant stand how annoying she it to a mage, or a Zevmancing one, or a blood mage.ejoslin wrote...
Giggles_Manically wrote...
ejoslin wrote...
Wynne's speech for all is at 71+ adore, her apology at 91+ love. I always figured, if Zevran and my warden haven't been to the tent, they've been hanging out, kicking back, talking and laughing half the night. IOW, doing all sorts of things that Wynne would disapprove of.
I think I missed that one...
My mage got fed up with his innocent act and said "GET IN MAH TENT!"
*grin* No, that's my handwave to Wynne's "you're too loud" talk! The only real difference is no offer of a massage for YOU!
Kornichon wrote...
Looks like no one can resist to ninja-Zev
(haha didn't think I could won with lulz stuff)
thanks all ^^
so here's the new prompt!
***Banner by Minaleth***
Prompt: Black hole
"Ha! Let's see... When was the last time I slipped my hand into some dark hole? Hmmm... Long story, that."
so tell me what is your version of this "long story"
it can be funny like Zevran's hand stuck in a incongruous place (exemple : a chamber pot, a mouse hole,...)
adult stuff (better to only put a link I think?)
about when he was coaching to be a crow...
or whatever you like!
Time: 1 hour
Formats: All formats are welcome!
Deadline: Saturday 18 september (but I really don't understand nothing to these f*cking differences of travel time, so let's stay on a deadline for the 18/11/2010 )
Prize: I'll draw you what you want ^^
hope it will inspire you!
Corker wrote...
There's a Hole in the Bucket
"Not a word, Taliesin. Not a word, not a syllable, not an inarticulate grunt."
His partner leaned against the doorframe, grinning widely. "Then may I join you for tea?"
"Who is this? I did not give him permission to speak!" The tiny girl dropped her teacup to the table and pointed a slim golden wand at Taliesin. "Bow before the Queen of Antiva, cur!"
Taliesin bounced up off the doorframe, smile gone and anger in his eyes. Zevran held up a hand, warning him back. "This is the Guildmaster of the House of Crows, your Majesty. I am afraid he is recalling me to my duties."
"No! We must finish our tea!"
"Ah, but there is a sinister plot against your Majesty. I must go and foil it."
The 'queen' pouted. "Oh, very well. I would be cross if I were assassinated."
"Just so, your Majesty." Zevran carefully unfolded himself from the undersized, but gilded, chair that had been pulled up to the equally small and ornate table. Taliesin only half-stifled a chuckle at the befrilled, Orlesian-style doublet and fashionable over-the-knee, stacked heel boots. "Until we meet again." He gave a low bow, and the girl waved her wand in dismissal, before turning to her dolls to explain to them the details of the assassination plot against her.
The two Crows walked down the halls of the villa in silence for a moment, until Taliesin finally asked: "Why were you pretending to drink tea with Duke Orsino's daughter?"
Zevran sighed. "That is a long story. Duke Orsino had promised his daughter that she would have a real Crow for her Queen's Court, you see. He actually submitted a contract for it."
"Right!" Taliesin's eyes lit up. "I thought no one would take it? Too degrading."
"Indeed," Zevran replied drily. "Unfortunately, I was in dire need of a sapphire, which the duke could supply on short notice."
"A sapphire? Zev, we just finished a job. As soon as we get our cut..."
"That would not have been soon enough. You see, I needed the sapphire right away, to trade to the lapidary for some lifestones."
"I really don't follow. You can get acidic coatings from the quartermaster, you know."
"Ah, the lifestones were not for me. They were for the poisoner, the one just off the piazza. That was the payment she required for the antivenom."
Light dawned in Taliesin's eyes. "You were poisoned? On the job?"
"Finally, you connect all the pieces. Yes."
"What, the snake? But we knew about the snake, Zev! You were sure you'd be able to get the key before it could strike, and you wore hardened gloves to boot!"
"The captain was cleverer than we gave him credit for, Taliesin. Indeed, had the key just been in that hollow, protected by the snake, I think that I would have suceeded without any injury. But..." He made a fist with his hand and held it up. "The hole was smaller than this. One can reach in quickly, but when one tries to escape with the prize..." He dropped his hand and shrugged. "By the time I had adjusted my grip on the thing to remove my hand, the snake had more than enough time to bite its way through the gauntlet."
"You should have told me!"
"You had your own part of the job to do. I can take care of myself as, indeed, I have."
Taliesin sighed and shook his head. As the pair emerged into the late afternoon, the sunlight bright upon the gathering thunderheads, he said, "Zev?"
"Yes, my friend?"
"Do keep the boots."
Giggles_Manically wrote...
Prompt: Black hole
"Ha! Let's see... When was the last time I slipped my hand into some dark hole? Hmmm... Long story, that."
Zevran looked down at what could best be called the slumbering mass on the bed before him. The slumbering hairy mass on the bed before him he thought with a shudder as he slipped his boots on. Taliesin would be laughing himself sick if he saw this, Zevran thought with a grimace.
Now to get that amulet the contact wanted so badly. Getting up and walking quietly like only a crow could, Zevran went around to the dressing table to get it. Not seeing it on top Zevran picked the top drawer. Nothing. He proceeded to pick the middle of the three drawers. Nothing but a book on “Orlesian Invaders and Fereldan Defenders”.” Hmmm” Zevran thought to himself, his mark did not seem the type to engage in a study of history he thought. Taking a peek in one of his eyebrows shot up very high. “Oh, my” escaped his lips, “this book is certainly something that cant be left out now is it”. Chuckling softly to himself he placed it into his pack and unlocked the final drawer. Nothing but a few misplaced socks stared at him mockingly. “Brosca” a very annoyed, yet quiet curse escaped from Zevran’s mouth.
Where could that amulet have gone Zevran thought? Him and his mark, some merchant named Pione had been exuberant he thought maybe it had fallen off the side or behind the side table. While checking around and beneath it he caused it so shift ever so slightly. This cause Pione to mumble and roll a bit in his sleep. Holding his breath Zevran prepared to flee, but instead of seeing his mark wake up he saw the amulet underneath him! Before he could react Pione was on top of it again and snoring in peace. Sadly the amulet was in the general area of where a person wore their belt, and under a very large amount of belly. A hairy belly thought Zevran again.” At least I know where it is now” he thought to himself.
At this point Zevran’s face was a mix between utter relief, and utter horror. Calming his breathing Zevran placed his hand on the bed, and prepared himself for what he had to do.
15 minutes later outside the merchants home in Rialto.
“So you got the amulet, Zevran?” Taliesin asked him.
“Yes, yes I did” Zevran replied. At the moment Zevran was holding the amulet out at arm’s length and seemed a little preoccupied.
“Trouble?” Taliesin asked his friend.
“A little, but here you go.” With that Zevran deposited the amulet in Taliesin’s hands and let out a relieved sigh. “Now if you can excuse me, I need to wash my hand.”
So thats my first prompt ever.
Hope you like it.
Sarah1281 wrote...
My entry:
Epic Rescue
Sometimes, Zevran felt that he was entirely too sentimental for his own good and that that was going to get him into trouble some day. His current situation was clearly a warning against such foibles.
“Oh, if only the others could see you now,” Taliesin laughed. “The great Zevran on his hands and knees, his hand trapped in a mouse hole.”
The warning was also clearly from someone who hated him as they had sent Taliesin to him during this trying time so who even knew how helpful said warning would be?
“Dare I even ask how this came to be?” Taliesin asked, sounding far too eager for Zevran to believe that he wouldn’t be holding this incident over his head for approximately…forever.
“You just did,” Zevran pointed out, reluctant to divulge further information. Explaining the situation really wouldn’t help matters, he knew, but Taliesin was persistent and he was trapped. He closed his eyes. “A mouse took my earring and escaped into the wall.”
Taliesin’s eyes widened and he let out a startled chuckle. “What? That earring you take with you everywhere?”
“No, I just found a different one randomly and resented the mouse taking my prize,” Zevran deadpanned.
“I don’t think that I believe you,” Taliesin sniffed. He tilted his head. “Then again, maybe you do just have an earring fetish. I’ve never really understood your fascination with that other one anyway.”
Zevran felt something crawl onto his hand and stay on it. It wouldn’t be able to take the earring he had clenched tightly in his fist but it also wasn’t moving. He attempted to shake the creature off but his mobility was rather limited and it wouldn’t budge. “What’s not to understand?” he asked flippantly. “It’s a nice earring.”
“That it is,” Taliesin agreed. “But you don’t even have a pierced ear so it’s not like you can wear it and you’ve had it for ages so it’s not like you’re planning on selling it.”
“It’s a trophy,” Zevran explained. “My first mark was wearing that and nothing else.”
Taliesin smirked. “I did hear about that. You do find yourself in the strangest circumstances, my friend.”
“Like this one?” Zevran asked, breathing a sigh of relief as the mouse finally deigned to leave his hand alone. He attempted once again to extricate his hand but to no avail.
“Like this one,” Taliesin echoed. “Although it seems to be rather less impressive than the earring story.”
“True, which is why if I ever feel the need to allude to it I’ll be much more vague,” Zevran declared. “Maybe I’ll say something about slipping my hand into some dark hole. That will really leave people wondering.”
“If I didn’t know what happened, I would assume you were talking about sex,” Taliesin announced.
Zevran grinned. “I can’t say I’m surprised. Now, what happened was this: I had the earring on my table but I accidentally knocked it off. A mouse kidnapped it and took it to its evil base so I’m attempting a rescue mission.”
“That is certainly a grandiose way to put it,” Taliesin remarked wryly.
“Are you just going to stand there or are you going to help me?” Zevran demanded, tugging futilely on his trapped hand again.
Taliesin was quiet as he seemed to weigh his options.
“Taliesin!” Zevran exclaimed.
“What?” Taliesin asked innocently as he went over to stand beside Zevran. “What do you need me to do?”
“Help me pull,” Zevran instructed.
Taliesin got down on his knees as well. “Why are you even having trouble getting out?” he inquired as he began to do as requested. “Did you have any problems getting in?”
“Well, no,” Zevran admitted. “But getting in I didn’t have to keep my fist clenched.”
Taliesin stopped pulling. “Wait…you’re telling me that the only reason you’re trapped is because you won’t let go of that damn earring?”
“If I let go of ‘that damned earring’, as you so eloquently put it, then there will have been no reason for me to have stuck my hand in the mouse hold to begin with,” Zevran said reasonably.
“There already is no reason for you to have done that,” Taliesin said irritably, grabbing Zevran’s arm again and giving one final tug. To his surprise, Zevran’s fist was pulled free.
Zevran didn’t so much as wince looking at the fresh cuts on his hand. He finally unclenched his fist and held undamaged the earring up proudly. “Success! Thank you for your aid in this noble endeavor, Taliesin.”
Taliesin rolled his eyes. Zevran always had a bit of a flair for the dramatic. “Yeah, sure. Now, if you’ll excuse me I’m going to go tell Rinna all about that dark hole you slipped your hand into…”
TanithAeyrs wrote...
The Milkmaid's Bosom
The four companions had retired to Zevran’s room for an evening game of Knave’s Gambit. Leliana shuffled the worn card deck while Zevran poured the wine and Aithne closed the shutters against the crescent moon and the crisp autumn wind. Oghren was already slouched in his chair nursing a bottle of unknown and certainly dubious origin. Partners were chosen and the cards were dealt. Such relaxing evenings were rare in the turmoil of Alistair’s newly established court.
“Daggers high, my trick.” Zevran set the cards in a neat pile to his right.
Leliana laid a card down, ignoring Oghren’s facial contortions as he attempted to signal his partner to adopt a new strategy. “I think I’ll have my new composition done in time for First Day court.”
“Does this mean we’ll finally get to hear you sing something besides Demon’s Fall?” Although it was a magnificent piece of music, Aithne was heartily sick of hearing the story of the blight over and over.
“Lady of the Forest is the story of the werewolves and the elves. I’ve left the blight mostly out of it. The tale is sad enough on its own.” Leliana hummed a couple of haunting chords.
“Sad stories, epic tales, why can’t you bards ever sing something fun?” Oghren groused.
“What do you want, songs about that mad hermit in the forest?” Leliana sighed in exasperation.
“Now that you mention it, yes. Or, at least a song about the hole in his stump.” Oghren attempted a sly grin. “I seem to recall someone mentioning a funny story about getting a hand caught in a dark hole…. Now that would make a song.”
Zevran sighed, “I had forgotten about that.”
“The story elf! You can’t say you have a story like that and not tell it. Seems I’ve been waiting long enough to hear it.” Oghren fixed his gaze on Zevran and waited.
“Very well. Keep in mind I was young at the time and it was only my second real assignment as a Crow. I was to assassinate the seneschal of a farmhold. The contract requested the death to look as natural as possible, so I managed to obtain a position working as a laborer to assess the situation. I had been on the farm for a week and, as the newest farmhand, all manner of nasty, dirty jobs had fallen to me. I was heartily sick of the situation, but a contract was a contract. Thus, when most of the workers headed to the village for Summerday fair, I volunteered to stay behind.” Zevran sipped his wine and continued, “I spent the morning doing reconnaissance, looking for discrete methods for disposing of the seneschal. As the day warmed I found a nice spot in the shade of a barn for a nap. I was having a most pleasant dream, when I awoke to find it partly reality. There was this magnificent bosom, barely covered by straining fabric, hovering right before my eyes, and this vision was saying something about ropes.”
“Get up,” She said. “We need to go now, Gitana is calving and the calf is stuck. I already have the ropes.”
“What? I said, the bosom heaving before my eyes. Ropes?”
“Come now. She said.”
“So I followed her into the pasture and across the stream to find a cow.” Zevran sighed. “It was a cow trying to have her calf, and things weren’t going well. We tied a rope to the foot that was sticking out and then she said I would have to feel inside to find the other foot. I reached my hand into that dark hole, and felt around. There was a head and two more feet. I slid my hand around until I could figure out which of the other feet went with the head and pulled. With the leg straight the calf came out with some pulling, causing a discharge from the other hole at the back end of the cow.” His expression one of disgust Zevran continued. “The milkmaid pulled the first calf forward for the cow to lick off while I went back in for the second one. I was just pulling the twin when the seneschal walked up and demanded that we get the cow to the barn, RIGHT NOW. The cranky old buzzard grabbed the first calf to take it at the same moment as the second calf slid free. The cow jumped up with a bellow, knocked the old man into the stream and stomped on him. By the time she retreated back to her calves the fellow had drowned and my job was done.”
Shaking his head, Zevran finished his tale. “I returned to Antiva City covered in bruises and smelling like a cheap brothel. The soap the milkmaid had given me to clean up was scented with flowers and it took five washings to get all the blood and other things out of my hair. Taliesen was amused, although I don’t think he ever believed the true story.”
Not two weeks later the taverns of Denerim rang with “The Milkmaid’s Bosom”, known in less polite circles as “The Hole Song.”
Modifié par Kornichon, 20 septembre 2010 - 08:00 .
Modifié par Corker, 20 septembre 2010 - 12:46 .
*runs to update front page*
Modifié par ejoslin, 20 septembre 2010 - 08:12 .
Modifié par ejoslin, 20 septembre 2010 - 11:37 .
TanithAeyrs wrote...
Here's the new prompt:
***Banner by Minaleth***
Prompt: Even as a friend Zevran says he will go to the gates of the Black City with you. But Zevran has his limits; what would Zevran be reluctant to do, or even flat out refuse to do for the Warden? Can be serious, funny, or whatever you want.
Time: 1 hour
Formats: All formats of response are encouraged -- drawing, story, image manip, poem, comic, etc.
Deadline: Sunday September 26, 11:00 PM GMT (4:00 PM MST U.S.). Winner announced Monday September 27th.
Prize: Zevran story of your choice. Give me a prompt and/or a character and I'll go with it. Haven't had much practice at kmeme stuff, but would be willing to give it a go, characters of any orientation okay.
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