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[Hilde]

I think you should put them out there. People like variety and they both still look very much like Zevran...but now there is a sexy dark haired version. I have never changed his appearance before...but a playthrough with dark sexy hair might be fun!

Modifié par Hilde, 23 septembre 2010 - 03:59 .

[maradeux]

@caridounette - I agree. But it seems he does not care about the feelings of another person (e.g. "100-in-love" Alistair). He is not an angel.

@Tellervo Tats - looks great - but that body... odd

(ICevoL)
Zev really does prefer for the PC to make the first move by a rather large amount, which I've always found interesting about him.  Depending on RP, my Warden's don't always wait for the "massage" offer; it's probably 50-50 at this point.  The nice thing (approval points aside) is that both Zevran's tent conversations are fun (whether he asks or PC asks).

I think it's because he's used to be the one who seduces his "victims". He seems to enjoy if someone tries to seduce him. And I like it, how he plays coy then.

@Hilde - thank you for your kind words about my story.

@ejoslin - I don't really know what you have changed at the blond Zevran - but I like him very much! @dark-haired Zevran - he looks hot, but it's not "Zevran" for me. Maybe his brother?

[Tellervo]

The ears are a bit much, and I still prefer blond Zevran... that hair style you've used for the dark makes the slope of his forehead look prodigiously neanderthal (the angle of the screenshot isn't helping, I know). Otherwise, I really like the alterations.

[Remmirath]

There's been a lot of neat stuff here lately! Too much for me to sanely comment on all of, but I'm really liking all the entries for this prompt.

I spent some time trying to think of something both that Zevran wouldn't do and that any of my characters might possibly ask him. This was the closest I could come up with, though I'm still uncertain about it. I have the feeling I muddled some things up here lore-wise, but hopefully not too badly.

- - -

The Deep Roads were dank, dark, oppressive, and crawling with Darkspawn - so not much had changed since the last time the two elves had ventured in them. 
Why exactly Zemariel had wished to return to the Deep Roads so long after they had already defeated the Archdemon,  Zevran could not say. It was probably nothing the Warden deemed especially dangerous, or else he would like as not have brought Alistair and Wynne along with him. Zevran was just as glad that he had not.

They had passed through Caridin's Cross and were nearing the Dead Trenches. Zemariel had been curiously silent on the journey. He had made several, albeit somewhat feeble, attempts at humour to begin with, but he seemed to be in low spirits and had ceased talking altogether when they entered Caridin's Cross. Zevran had decided to wait until he knew what was going on before making any attempts at brightening the other elf's spirits. He had spent the last few miles trying to figure out why the Warden was bringing him back down here in the first place. It had been no vacation spot before, surely, and while they found it much easier to slaughter the Darkspawn they encountered this time around, it was not a place that Zevran had any desire to remain in longer than was necessary.

Zemariel came to a sudden halt. They had entered the Dead Trenches, and Zevran brought his thoughts back to the present. He recognised the place they now stood - the group of them had once stood here and watched the Archdemon swooping over the horde. Darkspawn were still milling about in the trenches, as always, but they did not seem ready to muster for battle this time. Zevran could bear the silence no longer. 
"It would appear this is where you have been headed," he said. "Tell me - why did you wish to return here?"
Zemariel was staring over the edge, his face pensive. He gave no immediate reply, and only sighed. Zevran waited with as much patience as he could muster. Finally, the Warden spoke.
"Do you know about the Calling?" he asked.
Zevran shook his head. "No," he answered. "At least, not terribly much. I admit that I have overheard you and Alistair speak of it a time or two, while we were in camp, but neither of you said nothing that was very informative."
Zemariel shifted uneasily, and still didn't look at him.
Zevran felt slightly nervous. "You have told me about the nightmares you get, and the sensing Darkspawn. Is this related?"
Zemariel nodded. "Yes. It has to do with the Taint. In thirty years - if I'm lucky - I'll start having those nightmares again, but worse. That's how I'll know it's time. The Taint... catches up with you after that long. It kills you."
Unable to think of something to say, Zevran reached out and took Zemariel's hand. Zemariel smiled at him, but looked away again and closed his eyes.
"I never thought I'd make it through the Blight," he admitted. "I hadn't really thought of what would happen after that. Most Wardens come down here for the Calling, Alistair told me. Plenty of Darkspawn around, so you kill as many as you can before they take you out."
"I am not sure what to say about such a grim fate. But why are you telling me all of this now?" Zevran had a sudden dread. "You are not having these dreams already, are you? It would be much too early for that, would it not?"
"No, no!" Zemariel assured him, giving him a crooked grin. "Nothing like that. I just... well, I thought you should know."
Zevran did not believe that was all of it. "Why here? Surely we could have spoken of this in more comfort elsewhere, if that was all you wished to say."
"True."
Zemariel took a long breath. "I didn't want to be overheard, and I thought you might understand what I'm going to ask you better next if we were here. I guess I wanted to see it again for myself, to, but mainly... mainly that."

Zevran waited for the other elf to continue. He wanted to give Zemariel time to ask whatever it was he felt he needed to ask, but he did not like standing here for so long. It felt exposed, and he could hear all manner of cave noises and some stranger sounds. He trusted that Zemariel would have said something if there were Darkspawn near, but he had not forgotten the spiders and other creatures that lurked about in the tunnels.

"I don't want to - I can't - do that. The coming down here and fighting Darkspawn until I die." Zemariel finally turned to look at him, his expression half wry and half pleading. "Nobody really knows what what happens to all those Grey Wardens who come down here to die. What if they're becoming Darkspawn, somehow? I don't think anybody ever finds the bodies. Even if that's not true, I still... well, I'd like..."
"That is certainly a grisly prospect, but it is a long way off yet." Zevran squeezed his hand in reassurance.
"I know this might be an odd thing to ask of you, but when the time comes... I'd like you to kill me. Or poison me, or something. I don't know. I just want to know that I die me. I keep remembering Ruck. Maybe I'm wrong about what might happen, but if not - I don't think I could make myself come down here for that. I think I'd run away instead, and that would be just as bad."
Zevran didn't respond. There was a time, certainly, when he would have had no problem following through on such a request. There was some irony in that, he reflected.
"Zev?"
Zemariel was still looking at him with those pleading eyes. Zevran made himself laugh. It sounded perhaps a bit forced. "Certainly, my dear Warden! If we both live that long - which is not likely! - I will do as you ask, when it becomes necessary."
Zemariel relaxed. "Thank you," he said. Zevran smiled and put an arm around his shoulders, but he hoped fervently that it would never come to that. Perhaps that Avernus fellow would get somewhere with his research before then.
Despite what he had said, he was not sure he would be able to make himself carry out Zemariel's request any longer if it came down to it.

- - -

And it seems as if my laptop is about out of charge. Hopefully it's got enough juice left in it to check the formatting I've either got to stop doing these on it, or get a new battery. It certainly used to last longer than an hour. :/

[Nilfalasiel]

Oo, quite a lot of things going on around here! Let's see...

Maybe I'm not seeing this from the right perspective, but I always wait for Zev to do the asking. I must admit I'm a sucker for that massage convo, but beyond that, I get the impression that it's important for him to express what he wants at that point because of the circumstances. If the Warden is the one to do the asking, considering how relatively little approval you need to be able to do this, not enough time may have passed since the ambush. By that, I mean that Zev still has the image of the "prisoner" hanging about him at that point. And even though my canon Warden is an elf, it would still feel a bit like she's using him. So letting him do the asking reestablishes equality in a way, IMO. I know Zev prefers being asked, probably because it gives the Warden a bolder side and also makes him feel wanted, but like I said, the prisoner aspect bothers me more. Ultimately, the freedom to choose is probably one of the most important character development for him, in my eyes (if not THE most important...comes with playing a Dalish Warden, I guess), so I like to let him have it. Of course, if he then chooses to be/stay with my Warden, I'm certainly not going to say no!

Conversely, with Alistair, I prefer to let the Warden do the asking. His asking speech strikes me as slightly OOC. For someone who's been brought up in the Chantry and who's extremely self-conscious about his inexperience, it's a very blunt speech. Probably because, by the time you've made him wait that long, he's just about ready to explode, but still, it felt oddly out of place, for some reason. Especially if you play your Warden as having had experience before: it would make sense that she'd be the one to initate sex.

To go back on the topic of Zev and a Dalish Warden, after reading that prompt response about a Dalish Warden who specifically urges him to go his own way. I keep getting the impression that I'm in a distinct minority in not playing my Dalish as strictly adhering to the whole "humans are evil, and we will never submit EVER" philosophy. I can appreciate where it comes from, and I like the pride that comes with it, as well as the need for it, but I've never liked how narrow-minded it is. Heck, in my headcanon, my Dalish girl even had a brief, clandestine fling with a human before the whole Grey Warden thing happened, when the clan was staying near a human village. She knows her people need to keep their independence, and she knows most humans despise elves. That doesn't mean that they're all like that though, nor that she needs to "return the favour" and despise all of them in return. 

I'm probably going to hate Velanna's guts when I play Awakening...

As for the "jealousy" convo, I agree that, by that point, it's not so much about the sex as it is about feelings: not only does Zev acknowledge that something genuine could be developing between the Warden and the other LI, but he also realizes that he himself is getting in beyond his usual depth. I'd even suggest that he becomes more aware that there might be real feelings involved between the Warden and the other LI BECAUSE he himself is feeling something more intense than just plain attraction.

I don't think he's necessarily lying about not being a cheat either. The fact that he slept with Isabella while she was still married isn't necessarily proof of dishonesty on his part, because Isabella doesn't seem particularly broken up about her husband's death. Perhaps he was aware that she didn't love him, and thus doesn't consider this as cheating, because there were no deeper feelings involved? Maybe that's always been the case for his targets, hence why he doesn't perceive himself as a cheat?

Last thing: dark haired Zev does make more sense considering his complexion, but I think I'm too used to his blonde self by now. It feels odd to me. He definitely looks sexy...but he doesn't look like Zev. No offense intended, of course.

Modifié par Nilfalasiel, 23 septembre 2010 - 11:44 .

[Corker]

Nilfalasiel wrote...
 I keep getting the impression that I'm in a distinct minority in not playing my Dalish as strictly adhering to the whole "humans are evil, and we will never submit EVER" philosophy.

LOL.  And here I thought *I* was playing against type.  Most of the Dalish Wardens I've read about on the boards seem to be f!Wardens who end up with Alistair, and I was honestly reacting against that.  Confirmation bias*, activate!  


(*People tend to notice and remember things that confirm previously-held beliefs, and not notice or feel the impact of things that contradict.  So if I think that "most Dalish love Alistair," I will tend to notice more mentions of Alistair/Dalish pairings and not notice counter-examples.)

[soignee]

Corker wrote...


LOL.  And here I thought *I* was playing against type.  Most of the Dalish Wardens I've read about on the boards seem to be f!Wardens who end up with Alistair, and I was honestly reacting against that.  Confirmation bias*, activate!  




(*People tend to notice and remember things that confirm previously-held beliefs, and not notice or feel the impact of things that contradict.  So if I think that "most Dalish love Alistair," I will tend to notice more mentions of Alistair/Dalish pairings and not notice counter-examples.)

Ditto. I was all, "now hang on a minute here..."

The Power Of Alistair; wiping away years of racism and belief in one swoop.

SWOOP SWOOP GEDDIT CWUTIDIDTHUR 

[ejoslin]

 Gah, so much more good reading!  I am loving this prompt.

I sometimes ask, I sometimes wait to be asking, and sometimes Zevran and the warden have an intense relationship that never goes beyond kissing (the one time my warden cracks, he turns her down -- yay for metagaming).  I agree that asking him is awkward -- he considers himself the warden's indenture, and that is one of the services he offers.  But by the time you can ask him, he has already asked about the future between the two of you, whether you're going to be friends or lovers, and whether it's going to be casual or long term.  So it's not so bad.  But when he asks, yeh, I love that conversation as well.

Anyway, I put up my Zevran face morph.  I need to get more pictures up, but I'm pretty happy with it.  I did tone down the ears, and I have three variations up -- standard hair and eyes, standard hair but black with blue eyes, and the other hair style with blue eyes.  I do need to get more pictures up.






What I did was made his lower face a lot less prominent, lengthened his nose a bit, widen his mouth a little and raised the corners just a tiny tiny bit.  I also made his eyes just a tiny bit larger with a little less squint.  There are no real major changes, and he should look almost exactly the same straight on, but from an angle, I think he looks better.

Modifié par ejoslin, 23 septembre 2010 - 01:35 .

[Sarah1281]

Corker wrote...

Nilfalasiel wrote...
 I keep getting the impression that I'm in a distinct minority in not playing my Dalish as strictly adhering to the whole "humans are evil, and we will never submit EVER" philosophy.

LOL.  And here I thought *I* was playing against type.  Most of the Dalish Wardens I've read about on the boards seem to be f!Wardens who end up with Alistair, and I was honestly reacting against that.  Confirmation bias*, activate!  


(*People tend to notice and remember things that confirm previously-held beliefs, and not notice or feel the impact of things that contradict.  So if I think that "most Dalish love Alistair," I will tend to notice more mentions of Alistair/Dalish pairings and not notice counter-examples.)

From what I've seen, most people on these boards play either non-racist or racist-at-first-but-get-over-it-by-the-end-of-the-Blight Dalish although that's hardly indicative of how most people play their games. Although I have to admit, the idea that you could get over years of deeply held racism against humans (and the Dalish even have reason to dislike and want to stay away from them so it's not even completely just past grudges) because you fell in love with an uber-hot human is not one that I particularly like.

[Nilfalasiel]

Sarah1281 wrote...

From what I've seen, most people on these boards play either non-racist or racist-at-first-but-get-over-it-by-the-end-of-the-Blight Dalish although that's hardly indicative of how most people play their games. Although I have to admit, the idea that you could get over years of deeply held racism against humans (and the Dalish even have reason to dislike and want to stay away from them so it's not even completely just past grudges) because you fell in love with an uber-hot human is not one that I particularly like.

Hmm, guess I didn't get a good overview of the Dalish Warden population then

I agree that, if your Dalish is racist to begin with, getting over it just because of Alistair is too cheesy for my liking. I guess the way I approach it is that my Warden doesn't hate ALL humans without exception at first sight. She knows she should be wary, but she also knows very well that "all elves are beggars and lowlives" is not true, so why should "all humans are supremacist slavers" be true? It's just that she's aware a relationship with one would never work without there being prejudice from at least one of the two races (her brief fling with a human would serve as proof of that...she just got curious). Accordingly, she ends up with Zev. Far from the only, or even the main reason she does, but I couldn't imagine her with Alistair or Leliana, and not just because of their personalities. 

[maradeux]

@Halae Dral - Im sure, this is something, Zevran would not refuse. He would do it. Of course, it would hurt him, but he would not say "no". Besides... the situation you describe is very sad. And I like the interaction and the dialogues.

[jenovan]

This prompt is turning out a lot of heartbreakers   (And one extremely funny bit! XD)  I need to get caught up with the entry list on the front page, but I've been enjoying these immensely.

Hmm.. when I thought about the prompt for myself, I came up with a slightly different scenario: not something the Warden asked Zevran to do, but something Zev is doing (or not doing, depending on how you look at it) for the Warden, nonetheless.  If that doesn't meet the criteria of the prompt, though, feel free to consider this a non-entry.

(This is not to be considered part of my Warden's canon, by the by.  A bit of AU, perhaps.)

----

Breaking


"Let me make this as straightforward and simple as possible. Tell us what you know."

Zevran glared at the Grey Warden venomously, keeping his gaze on the current target of his anger and trying to ignore what was happening on the periphery of his vision. Bound in this chair as he was, it was difficult to turn away entirely from the sight of his lover's torture, and even if he closed his eyes, or focused entirely on the grim man in front of him, he could still hear what was happening...

The trio of Wardens from the Anderfels had come upon Devin and Zevran in Minrathous, and had asked for an interview. Devin had suspected trouble, but not to this level -- once in the privacy of an empty warehouse, one of the Wardens had drained Devin of his magic, while another locked Zevran in a paralysis spell. They had been separated then, Zevran bound securely and Devin taken away.

The assassin had heard the raised voice of the lead Warden, demanding to know how Devin had survived the death of the Archdemon Urthemiel. He could not hear Devin's replies, but the repeated demands told him that his companion had refused to answer.

The Anderfels Wardens eventually realized that they could not simply intimidate Ferelden's former Commander of the Grey into giving up his secrets, and so they resorted to torture. Not the rack or the whip, the sorts of things Zevran was intimately familiar with, but with magic. Two of the Wardens seemed to be mages, and the third, Zevran guessed, was a Templar: an ideal team for subduing another mage. He wasn't entirely sure what they had done to Devin while out of his sight, but the normally steadfast young Warden had cried out loudly enough for Zevran to hear him several times, and by that, the elf knew that the pain must have been either unexpected, or very intense indeed. Given the situation, he had to suspect the latter.

Still, Devin had not given them what they wanted, so now they were trying to get their answers from Zevran, instead. Interesting that they do not try to torture me. Perhaps they realize that a Crow endures such things as a matter of course. Or perhaps what they are doing to him is punishment in addition to interrogation...

"We have no wish to kill a fellow Warden, especially one who has been of such service to Thedas, but your silence only condemns him to further pain," the Anderfels Warden said coolly, interrupting Zevran's thoughts. "Is it worth it? Or perhaps you enjoy the sound of his screaming? I could only imagine the sorts of things an Antivan Crow might find pleasurable."

Truly angered by the implication, the elf spat in the Warden's face, even as he continued to try to work his hands free behind his back. If he could just get one hand loose, everything else would fall into place...

The Warden simply smiled unpleasantly as he wiped his face, then turned to his compatriots. "Increase the drain," he said simply. The other mage nodded, and for a moment, while he prepared to recast his spells, Devin was free of whatever they had been doing to him. Zevran's eyes were drawn to him, against his will, and he felt a sharp pang as he watched the Fereldan mage struggle just to prop himself up on his elbows.

"Do you have anything to tell us?" the Templar-Warden asked, glaring down at Devin with his arms crossed.

"Go **** a sheep, you bloody imcompetent--" The rest of Devin's insult was reduced to a hoarse cry of pain as the mage's spell went into effect, and Devin collapsed back onto the floor, writhing. When the Templar joined in, draining the Fereldan mage's mana, Devin went rigid, and Zevran could see the muscles of his jaw working as he struggled not to scream.

His lover had once described the sensation of having mana drained as "having your veins pulled out through your skin". And that pain, on top of whatever other weakening spell the Anderfels mage-Warden had cast...

How can this be worth it? He owes Morrigan nothing...

Devin had spent most of the year of the Blight courting the witch, believing that she was essential to their cause, but never truly caring for her. He had been suspicious of her motives from the start, but when she had revealed her true purpose, he had been stunned and furious. Still, he had no desire to die for Ferelden, and no intention of letting Alistair do the same, and he'd taken part in Morrigan's strange ritual to save their lives.

The witch had disappeared after the battle with the Archdemon, but Devin's anger -- half directed at himself for being so thoroughly tricked -- had lingered. Why was he holding out now? What loyalty could he possibly feel for her to endure this?

Devin's voice rose in a howl of pain, and Zevran snapped out of his thoughts to look at him; the Templar actually had his hands on the young mage's shoulders, and Zevran thought for a moment that he could see the energy being pulled away. Feeling sick, he looked up at the lead Warden, who wore a faint smile as he met the elf's eyes.

"Will you speak? Or will this continue until our assistants arrive? A little blood magic will end this quickly."

Zevran's eyes widened before he could check the reaction. Blood magic -- they were going to invade Devin's mind to get the answers they wanted, and Maker knew what else they could do to him at that point. The young Warden had an incredible will, but after being tormented for hours already...?

"Stop," the assassin said finally, shuddering. "I will tell you what I know."

Across the room, the faint glow of spellcasting ceased, and Devin fell silent. The steady rise and fall of his chest reassured Zevran that he still lived, but in what condition, he did not know.

"A wise choice," the lead Warden said smoothly. "He will thank you for it, later."

That, I doubt, Zevran thought, feeling the weight of betrayal settle in the pit of his stomach.

[Sarah1281]

That was so sad...I guess it pays to have a phony story to tell. Here's to hoping that those Wardens get what's coming to them.

[Sialater]

I see no reason why it's not an entry. He couldn't watch the man he loved being tortured.

[maradeux]

Oh Jenovan - what a hard decision for Zevran. And - as always, if you write something - very well written.

[Corker]

I think Devin's request is there, loud and clear - by continuing his silence, he's communicating that he doesn't want the story told, regardless of personal cost. Zevran knows it, too, and I think it's more poignant this way - the words aren't necessary.

I really like that you went to the understated, taut and tense with the emotions rather than the big, florid and dramatic. Gives the reader more room to feel, I think.

[Tellervo]

Well, there goes what I was going to write... ah, well, it's okay. I can just continue to sit back and enjoy everyone else's entries.

[jenovan]

Ooh, because I forgot earlier -- liking the morph, ejo!  Nice and subtle (and a brunette option is good, some people do prefer him that way and it seems to be what one would expect from his origin and complexion).  I don't think I could ever get used to him as a non-blonde, though, at this point! XD


re: prompt entry, Thanks, all!   Entry or not, I had to get that little seedling out of my head.

@Sarah - hah, yes, some sort of elaborate story might have been useful, at least until the Weisshaupters realized...

@Sialater - that's how I saw it, too.   Consider it an entry, then!

@mara - thanks! If there had been no time limit, I probably would have let Zev agonize over it for even longer.. poor guy. :/

@Corker - Thank you :3  Yes, Devin's request is implicit, but very clear all the same... and Zev has to make his decision without being able to discuss it.  Not a good place to be.

@Tell - seriously?  Damn.  Sorry, bb, that's unexpected, to say the least.

Modifié par jenovan, 23 septembre 2010 - 05:22 .

[maradeux]

jenovan wrote...

 a brunette option is good, (...) it seems to be what one would expect from his origin and complexion

My mother-in-law comes from south Italy and is tow-colored - brown skin, blue eyes, blond hair - by nature. She was a kind of "alien" in her village. So - it would be rare, but not "impossible" that Zevran is natural blond.

[Herr Uhl]

Not really related to the prompt. But I was bored and decided to write crappy fanfic when I saw that it was an request that it was about, and to be fair, he was kind of reluctant.
Disclaimer: This i crappily made fanfic, do not be alarmed by people being out of character and poorly worded bits, like this disclaimer for instance

*silence*
*there is sound*
"But he tried to kill us, I say kill him!" said a burly voice.
"No." replied a whiny male voice.
"But it is wearing a skirt!"
"Well, so am I."
"But he is an elf!"
*vision blurs into light, a pale face appears in vision*
"Oh, he's awake, now shut up Oghren!" said the face.
Zevran couldn't see anything past the owner of the pale face, a mage and grey warden he had been trying to kill.
"Who sent you and why?" it demanded.
"Oh, you haven't finished me, good!", Zevran put the loose strands of hair back out of his face "You want information, yes? I would be all to happy to provide."
"Then answer the sodding question already!" the burly voice shouted. 
"I told you to shut up!" the the pale mage replied.
There was a grumble as the burly voice stopped.
"Now, who sent you and why?" the face demanded.
"I am a part of the crows, and was hired specifically by a rather taciturn fellow in the capitol named Loghain." Zevran smirked slightly "I am an assassin, and the reason that I contacted you should be obvious"
"Did you learn any of his plans?"
"No, I was only told to eliminate the Grey Warden."
"Curses"
"Now, if you're done I'd like to make a proposal"
"What?"
"First, an introduction is in order. My name is Zevran Aranai," he made a flourish with his hand "Zev to my friends."
"Good for you, now what did you want to propose." The pale mage interrupted.
"Tsk tsk tsk, temper temper. I'd like to propose joining you, I have an array of..."
"No." The mage interrupted yet again. "I have trust issues with people that try to kill me."
Zevran nodded. "Fair is fair, then  what will you do with me?"
"I just want you to bugger off" said the mage.
"Not to look a gift horse in the mouth, but why not kill me, or have me perform some task, I am skilled in my area of expertise.."
"So I've gathered." sneered the mage.
"...thank you for the vote of confidence. So why just let me go?"
The mage leaned in closer and whispered "You see that red-head over there?" He jerked his thumb past his back.
Zevran leaned over to see better. "You mean the one with that is picking scraps of food out of his mustache?"
The mage looked over his shoulder. "Stop that Oghren, you still have darkspawn blood in it!" There was some grumbling from the dwarf once again. Then he looked the elf square in the eyes "You do realize that I could still change my mind about letting you go, right?"
"Yes yes, the one with that is picking flowers, what about her?"
"Well, she has this thing for mercy, and I'm trying to cut me a slice of that."
"Oh." Zevran looked at her and then back at the mage, then over at her again "Good luck with that."
"Don't push your luck, I just need you to run off." He made shooing motions with his hand "Alright?"
Zevran stood himself up "Well then, a pleasure to meet you my warden" He waved and ran off.
He heard the burly voice, "Why did you let him go?" then the mage's voice reply "I told you to shut up Oghren, and to stop eating that!" as he ran off.
Zevran thought about going back to the crows, but doing so would not be nice without taking the head he was there for. He decided to head for Denerim, where he could lay low with the elves in the city until he could come up with something better.

Edit: Formating.

Modifié par Herr Uhl, 23 septembre 2010 - 05:32 .

[Sialater]

This made me giggle.

[soignee]

Sialater wrote...

This made me giggle.

@ Herr Uhl: ahaha seconded. Though I rather like the idea of Zevran trying to help your mage character and play wingman as he tried to get into Leliana's knickers. That sounds lulzy.

@Jen- ><; poor Warden, poor Zevran. PS Ewald didn't do it okay? OKay.

Modifié par soignee, 23 septembre 2010 - 06:01 .

[Tellervo]

@Jen: Haha, nooo, not you, you've just picked up on the story that comes after N&A. But I've already decided you're going to figure out most of my plot before I even write it. Halae did what I was going to do, more or less (Vanastin trying to argue Zevran into poisoning him rather than dying in the Deep Roads). So unless I come up with something completely off the wall....



Herr, that's good and lulzy.

[ICevoL]

@Corker -- I adored the "non-entry" you posted.  Absolutely hysterical!  Between referencing one of my fav Zev/Shale banters, the antics of drunk!warden, and dog's "contribution", I giggled myself silly.  Thanks for sharing this! 


@Halae Dral -- What a tough place poor Zev is in; wanting to help the warden as asked but not sure he can actually go through with it. 


@jenovan -- already commented in your blog, but I  this.


@Herr Uhl -- *giggles* this was fun, particularly Oghren's antics.


@Hilde -- thanks! I completely agree with you that Castielle deserved what she got.


@ejoslin -- oooohhhh, I like the morph and have downloaded.  Like the looks of these.  Castielle is the first time I've done a playthrough with companion morphs, so your timing is excellent *G*.  I've been using Atomic Space Kitty's Zev morph from DAnexus, but I'll switch yours in to give it a go.  Like jenovan, I'm not sure I can get used to a brunette Zev (might try next playthrough), but he does look hot with dark hair/blue eyes

Modifié par ICevoL, 23 septembre 2010 - 06:26 .

[soignee]

Tellervo wrote...

@Jen: Haha, nooo, not you, you've just picked up on the story that comes after N&A. But I've already decided you're going to figure out most of my plot before I even write it. Halae did what I was going to do, more or less (Vanastin trying to argue Zevran into poisoning him rather than dying in the Deep Roads). So unless I come up with something completely off the wall....

Herr, that's good and lulzy.

holy **** out of my head that is what i am writing now ><

I hate fandom hivemind sometimes. ffffffffffffffffffffffffff-

FINE I'LL JUST DRAW LULZ THEN

Modifié par soignee, 23 septembre 2010 - 06:30 .