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Ridiculously Awesome: The Zevran Thread
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#152
Posté 13 août 2010 - 05:53
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Did I imply that? I didn't mean to. I don't think they'd be allowed to either.Shadow of Light Dragon wrote...
I wonder if Crows can actually buy their freedom if they have enough gold? I never got that impression.
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Posté 13 août 2010 - 06:32
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Sarah1281 wrote...
Everyone's entries are always so good...that's why I tend to get mine done early. If I have to see how amazing everyone's things are I'd probably end up talking myself out of entering.
*lol* ask me, Sarah.
My hope faded with every new entry. 
And which chance would I have as non-native speaker against so many talented writers? (I would only have hoped that nobody else had written or drawn anything - but that would have been very sad.) So, who cares? I didn't do it for the prize (although an own sketch by payroo is very appealing ), I did it to share my idea. And that's the best about these contests - we now have pictures of Rinna and imaginations how she might have looked like. We have funny stories and pictures about Zev in a mess, and now we have very different und interesting ideas about the question why Zevran likes these metal bars - a question we surely all asked ourselves during the game. 
Whoever will win this time - I'm looking forward to the prompt of the next contest and I hope a lot of weekly contests will follow.
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#154
Posté 13 août 2010 - 07:06
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maradeux wrote...
Sarah1281 wrote...
Everyone's entries are always so good...that's why I tend to get mine done early. If I have to see how amazing everyone's things are I'd probably end up talking myself out of entering.
*lol* ask me, Sarah.
Indeed!
I'l honest and say that I like the short time limits -no more then an hour- as it seems less intimidating to those who don't draw/write/macrame/craft regularly, you know? Any more and it's too srsbzns and would put some people off.
But something in a sketch form and with a deadline is actually a really really good way to force ideas, so it's good practise! (I know for next time to not do a comic as HOLY BALLS it was rough...)
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Posté 13 août 2010 - 08:43
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*blinkblink* Wow. New thread.
Really need to go read the whole thread before posting anything more than this.
Really need to go read the whole thread before posting anything more than this.
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Posté 14 août 2010 - 05:25
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JUDGEMENT TIME! (crossing my fingers and hoping the formatting doesn't bork out)
[quote]payroo wrote...
CHALLENGE 3!
Prompt: Gold/silver bars.
This could be why he likes them, what he does with them or uses them for, or just Zevran sitting on a pile of bling. Let's set the time limit at 45 minutes.
Deadline: 5 pm Pacific US on Thursday. Judging will commence Friday.
Prize: Sketch of whatever you want~ /images/forum/emoticons/wizard.png
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THE PARTICIPANTS
[quote]maradeux wrote...
Tenuvien strokes the small golden earring on her left ear with thumb and finger and a pensive wrinkle forms on the base of her nose.
"Zev," she whispers
"Hmmm"
"Oh, I thought you were asleep already ..."
Her lover lifts his head from the pillow in her direction and his sleepy look reveals that she was not entirely wrong. The elven woman blushes and tenderly strokes a lock of his blond hair out of his face.
"Sorry, I did not want to..."
Zevran chuckles softly and gives her a kiss on the tip of her nose.
"What did you want to ask me, tesoro. In the middle of the night…" he asks with a smile
"I ... you .. You have given me this earring. And told me the story about it…"
Again she touches it with her hand.
"I thought ... Well, I thought you would like jewelry. That’s why I gave you the bracelet. And the necklace. And ... you gave me your thanks and you were very kind, but ...you did not seem to be very enthusiastic and you do not wear them. So I guess… you do not like them? Am I right? "
The elf giggles again and kisses Tenuviens blushed cheeks.
"What shall I do with such a wise woman?"
He puts his right arm around her shoulders and she cuddles with her head on his chest, enjoying his warmth, the sweet, familiar scent, while he continues:
"It's not your fault, cara mia. It's just ... the goldsmiths of Ferelden simply have no finesse. Their jewelry is chunky, rough. And it is so sad, because the metallurgists of Ferelden, especially the dwarves of Orzammar are true masters of their trade. They produce the most precious alloys. Nowhere in the whole of Thedas you will find bars of purer gold. But the processing ... "
He sighs softly ...
"They should better leave it to others. I know a goldsmith in Antiva City, if he would get one of these bars of Fereldan gold in the hands ... What he could make of it... "
A dreamy look in his gold brown eyes aims at an indeterminate distance, while he holds the thumb and forefinger of his left hand up as if they would hold a treasure.
"Necklaces, rings, tiaras, all for you, amore. And, well, maybe a few ornaments for my belt and boots. No?”
Tenuvien watched her lover for a while with amusement. The thought that she would have all these Antivian jewels on her person made her snort in laughter. She -a girl from the Alienage of Denerim- with precious jewels like a queen, all delicate golds and spun silver.
Torn out of his thoughts by her reaction Zevran aims a well placed kiss at her throat, Tenuvien still laughing. This night was much too precious for sleeping, like the delicate coils of gold he dreamt his lover would wear.
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[quote]Sarah1281 wrote...
This probably could have been longer if I hadn't gotten distracted halfway through and used up time doing stupid things but, well...such is life.
Zevran looked down at the small gold bar in one hand and the medium silver bar in the other with a slight smile on his face. He was pleasantly surprised when the brave and beautiful Warden who had chosen to, against all odds, spare his life had not only noticed his fascination with these precious metal bars but had chosen to indulge him by letting him claim them whenever they stumbled across any.
Yes, it was certainly very good of her though he got the impression that she didn’t really understand. That was fine, though; let her think he was just drawn to symbols of wealth. In some ways, it was even true. There was always going to be something powerfully alluring about such an obvious status symbol to a boy born in a ****house and sold for three sovereign. These bars served as a tangible reminder that he wasn’t that boy anymore. Three sovereign? With a few of these he could have bought his own freedom and more. Not that he was naïve enough to think that, were he to be able to magically send his present wealth to his seven-year-old self, that he could have such precious treasures without them being taken but the point remained the same. He wasn’t that boy anymore. He had known that for quite some time – they really had very little in common besides the name – but the bars made the disparity all the more striking. How could he be anything like his past self when he could afford to be so casual about the same amount that had decided his fate and had taken him from the path of ‘future ****’ and placed him on that of ‘future assassin.’
That was another reason, of course. He hadn’t had any say in either of those futures although he did vastly prefer that of an assassin. Had he not been chosen by the Crows after all or the deal had fallen through would he have not been able to imagine any life but that of a ****? Probably. He had a feeling he’d even be content there. That was how you survived, after all, by not wallowing in your misery. Still, though his current path was also chosen for him until this pesky Blight was over with, he had been promised his freedom once that was over with. Even better, he was told he could leave at any time but as long as Taliesin was still out there, that was simply not a realistic option.
It was all well and good to be content in your confinement and he was content here, with the Warden, journeying to end the Blight. He had been content in Antiva living the life of an assassin, particularly after he’d survived his training. The bars, however…that had been romantic sentiment on his part and not something he would ever willingly admit to. Small, unmarked bars of silver and gold…that was quick, easy currency. If he were to ever just leave it all – well, leave it all again after that ill-fated trip to see the Dalish – then those bars would be his means to achieve it. He had long suspected that this was exactly the reason that the Crows, while they had easy access to whatever material comforts they could ever desire, were never given much coin. A gilded cage was still a cage, after all, and there was to be no means of escape save death. If there had been, he probably wouldn’t have chased his own destruction quite so single-mindedly.
He’d had to leave most of his collection behind when he’d gone off chasing the Warden and his end – and it wasn’t like he was liable to need them anyway – but he’d since started amassing them again. Logically, he knew that he probably wouldn’t need an escape plan from the Warden since it was more his own enemies keeping him here rather than any compulsion on the Warden’s part. Still, even though he had much readier access to actual currency than he’d ever had before old habits died hard.
It was easier to stockpile little bars than gold sovereign anyway.
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[quote]Korina1982 wrote...
“I have a question, Zevran, if I may.”
“And what is that, my good friend Alistair?” Zevran asked.
“Why does Keiran keep giving you those gold and silver bars?”
Zevran pointed towards the Warden, who was walking at the head of the group. “Why not ask him yourself? He is right over there.”
“It's just... I see you polishing them all the time, and I was curious. Why do you like them so much?”
“Ah, I am so glad you asked.” Zevran cleared his throat. “You see, they represent potential.”
“Potential?”
In his most serious voice, Zevran said, “Yes. Right now they are simply slabs of metal, but under a craftsman's hammer they could become anything. Perhaps a piece of jewelry? A pair of rings for lovers, or a fine gold necklace. Or some protective armor? A silver inlay on a breastplate, or a gold helmet for a noble-”
Sarcastically, Alistair said, “That noble must have too much money and no sense if he has a pure gold helmet.”
Zevran chuckled. “Indeed. But my point is that all these lovely things are hiding inside the bars, waiting for someone to bring them out. Once the bar is crafted it is only that one thing, but at this moment an uncountable number of things are hiding inside it.”
Alistair was shocked. “That... is surprisingly deep coming from you.”
“Why, thank you,” Zevran said smugly.
Oghren jogged up beside them. “Don't tell me you bought that load of nug droppings! I bet he just likes them because he can sell them for a lot of money!”
Zevran gasped and clutched at his chest. “You wound me!” he said with mock hurt. “Why would I sell such fine gifts given to me by our handsome leader?”
“Is that true, Zevran?” Alistair said quietly. “Do you really only like them for the money?”
Zevran laughed. “Well, that will just have to be my little secret, yes?” he said slyly.
“Hey! Which explanation is true?” Alistair asked, but Zevran just laughed again and ran up to the head of the column.
Just a few months ago, Alistair would have been certain the assassin was only in it for the money. But now? He didn't know what to believe.
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[quote]Kornichon wrote...
so here's my participation
(28 min)
gold bar story
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[quote]jenovan wrote...
"But Warden, this blade is unique, the dagger of the Black Rose himself. The asking price really isn't so high in that light, is it?"
Alessar resisted the urge to rub his forehead to ease the headache that was creeping up on him. He'd been too obvious in his desire for the dagger, and the dwarven merchant -- lyrium-addled or no -- was trying to wring him out. There was no way to prove that the blade was the singular weapon that Garin claimed it was, but it was certainly a very fine dagger all on its own, and the elf wanted it badly -- as a gift. He'd never consider something so costly for himself, and with his rudimentary skill with a blade, such fine steel would be a waste in his hands.
Not so for Zevran, who had seen the elegant weapon when they'd come to Garin for supplies before heading into the Deep Roads. He'd remarked upon it, admiringly, to Alessar, and the Warden had seen his lover's gaze lingering on the thing before they left, but he surely guessed (or perhaps he'd even inquired) that the dagger was quite costly, and hadn't made any serious mention of obtaining it.
At the time, they simply couldn't afford the amount of coin the merchant was asking. What funds they had were meant to provide basic weapons, armor and supplies for all of the members of the company, and even though Alessar was willing to buy something fine for Zevran, the money wasn't truly his to spend in such a way.
Money... That triggered a thought in the elven Warden's head. He was counting the group's coinage in his mental accounts, but they had gemstones to barter with, and refined metal, too, things found along their way.
"Would you consider this as currency for trade?" he asked, reaching deep into his pack and withdrawing a bar of solid, unworked gold. He held the thing sheltered inside the opening of the pack, protecting it from the eyes of passers-by, but he couldn't block the momentarily astounded expression on Garin's face.
"Well, I'd have to weigh it of course, to judge how much you've got there, but yes, I, uh, think we can work something out," the merchant said eagerly.
I have a feeling I'm going to come out on the losing end of this deal, Alessar thought wryly. But the metal bars he had stashed away had never been counted as part of the group's funds, and he certainly had no other use for them other than as ready currency.
Entirely aside from his purpose here, the metal bars themselves brought Zevran to mind. The first time he'd found such a thing, in the mages' Tower, he'd noticed the other elf's eyes lingering on the pure metal. It had been very early in their acquaintance, and when their eyes had finally met, Zevran's only response was a rueful chuckle. Alessar had been slightly suspicious that the assassin might try to steal the thing and make a break for freedom, but of course, he never had.
They'd found another ingot in Haven's small store, and again, Zevran had eyed the bar of silver appreciatively. By then, the Warden trusted him enough to not worry about theft, but he was rather curious about the other elf's clear interest in the things. Was it simply because they were potentially worth so very much? Zevran had come from perhaps even poorer roots than Alessar; neither of them would have ever seen something so precious in the walled-in confines of an alienage or a brothel. But surely, as an assassin (and an expensive assassin, at that), Zevran had come across such things in his work?
Or maybe it stemmed from practicality; an unmarked bar of precious metal was untraceable and anonymous wealth, after all. Someone who needed to move about discreetly might greatly value such a thing.
Feeling ashamed, Alessar realized he'd never thought to ask. There was always some other crisis at hand, some vital task that needed doing; the bars were scooped up from their hiding places and tucked away to never be thought on again, until now.
He let Garin take the bar and watched the merchant carefully as he weighed it on a small set of scales. "Well, Warden, this goes a long way -- almost a hundred-weight of gold. You don't have another one half this size, do you? Or coin for the rest?"
Alessar smiled slightly and pulled out a smaller bar of gold.
"By the Stone, Warden, I don't know who pays you, but they're generous," the dwarf said, laughing nervously as he took the bar to weigh. "All right, the dagger's yours."
*****
"I will be a few moments only, cielo," Zevran promised as he stepped into the quarters he'd been granted by Bhelen's chamberlain. He meant to retrieve a certain item or two before spending some long-overdue private time with the Warden, and was reaching for his pack when an odd shape lying on the bed caught his eye. It was a loosely-wrapped bundle of black fabric, narrow and about the length of his forearm and hand together.
"And what do we have here?" he asked the empty room as he cautiously scooped up the bundle. As he expected, there seemed to be a dagger inside; now quite curious, he folded the cloth back to reveal the hilt of the weapon. His eyes widened as he recognized the distinctive guards and pommel, and in his eagerness to see the dagger in its full glory, he let the swathing fabric fall to the floor. As it fell, a little swatch of paper drifted down to land on top of it. Zevran didn't have to see the little sigil of a crossed bow and arrow -- Alessar's charming way of signing his personal correspondence -- to know who the gift had come from.
"Ah, my dear Warden," he murmured, smiling and closing his eyes as he ran his fingers over the dagger's hilt, learning its lines and curves. "You do spoil me so."
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[quote]TanithAerys wrote...
Precious Metals
Zevran turned the small silver bar idly in his hand, its smooth cool surface, the unblemished potential of the solid bar oddly appealing. Why had the Warden given him such a thing? He had been surprised when Aithne had gifted him with the boots, and then the gloves. But those, at least, he understood.
Over the last year the Dalish Warden had emerged from her suspicious shell and had taken the time to get to know all of her companions. Zevran glanced a Aithne, she was leaned in close talking earnestly to Alistair, no doubt comforting the naive oaf after their side trip to Ostagar. The Antivan shrugged, lately she was always taking the time to talk to every one in camp and give them little gifts; if she favored the human it was not his concern.
But the silver bar.... What was it she saw in him that prompted such a gift. True, he had told her that, as a Crow, he rarely had much coin to spend. Still, if she wished to gift him with money, why not just give him sovereigns? The weight of the bar turned in his hand beckoning with its promise, its potential to become anything. Coin for goods, precious metal for delicate ornamentation (perhaps a pair of silver chased bracers), anything he should want. And the choice was his.
Turning away from the fire and the subdued conversation of his companions he looked north, to Antiva. Was that it? As a Crow he had bid on contracts for coin, for goods, for favors. The bidding was competative and rarely did a Crow ask for much coin when Masters tended to favor payment is things other than hard currency. Fine wine,desireable lodgings, a coveted dagger, superior armor, these were the compensations of his trade.
The silver bar, in its unmarked perfection, represented choice. He could spend it, keep it, or have it crafted into
another form. Choice that he never had until now, to stay or to go, to do only as he wished. The gift made sense now. Aithne's acknowlegement of how much the freedom to choose meant to him.
Zevran drifted to sleep that night, one hand resting on the sleek metal bar. He would leave it as it was. It was the best thing about his freedom to choose; there was no pressure to choose right now.
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[quote]Corker wrote...
Okay. LOLentry.
When with partners you're quite in a tangle
While seeking the optimal angle
Just try a trapeeze
And you'll get there with ease
As from its bright bars you all dangle.
There are bars, okay? /images/forum/emoticons/tongue.png
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[quote]soignee wrote...
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Please click on the link above to see it properly, the forums here squish images <.<[/quote]
[quote]Shadow of Light Dragon wrote...
(woo, I actually managed a submission!)
Oghren
had told her the elf was polishing his silver bar. Knowing Oghren (and
knowing Zevran), Asleena wasn’t entirely sure what she’d see when she
circled around the tents with a slightly cautious tread. Zevran was
indeed where the dwarf had indicated, sitting on a log in the sun with
his long legs sprawled before him. In his hands was a slender bar of
silver they’d found somewhere. She’d noticed him appraising the block of
metal with more interest than he eyed jewels, blades or any leather
that wasn’t of superior Antivan craftsmanship, and so offered it to him.
He had seemed quite pleased. Since then, a number of ingots had come
into his possession, some of gold and others silver like the first.
He
was angling the bar carefully against the sunlight and squinting across
the surface with his face close to the silver, but glanced over at her
approach and smiled his languid smile.
“Grey Warden,” he said, the bar remaining in its curious position as he greeted her.
“Hello
Zevran.” Asleena paused. She’d picked up some poison recipes she
thought he could use, but the glinting silver distracted her. “Do you
mind if I ask what you’re doing?”
The Antivan chuckled. “Admiring
a work of art, my dear. But if you mean specifically, I was looking for
imperfections in the metal. Some of the other you have been kind enough
to give me have scratches and indents or were cast more crudely, but I
think this one is the finest.”
“All this just to figure out which one is the best?”
“Oh no, no. Best is perhaps the wrong word. I like them all, but I would rather say that this bar pleases me the most.”
“Why do you like them so much, though?” she asked curiously. “Aesthetics?”
Zevran
shrugged. “In part. Here, my Warden. Remove your gloves and then take
the bar in your bare hands. Let your skin caress the metal like you
would your lover’s skin, and then tell me what you feel.”
Asleena
felt herself flush a little at his choice of words, but did as he said.
The first thing she noticed was the cool temperature, although warmed
where Zevran had been holding it, and of course its weight. With a
glance at the elf’s grin and golden-brown eyes, she followed his
instructions and ran her fingers across the surface, edges and corners.
It felt…smooth. Perfectly smooth. The lines that defined its shape were flawless, precise and so simple
that she unconsciously retraced the outer edge two, three times without
realising. It was, she thought, like finding a fabric with a pleasing
weave that begged to be touched and stroked.
“Ah,” Zevran said, watching her closely. “You see? It is pleasing to touch as well as gaze upon, yes?”
“You don’t cuddle up with them at night, do you?” she asked with a grin as she handed it back, and he laughed.
“Alas,
they prove to be quite uncomfortable bed-mates if you roll over them in
the middle of the night.” He turned the ingot over in his hands, held
it between his open palms and looked at it. “When I touch this smooth
silver, Asleena I feel no marks, no scars, no history but the forge and
the crucible. The ore could have been raw metal, impurities and all, or
it could have been some noble’s expensive dinner service.” He flashed a
grin. “I do not know, but it does not matter.”
“A new start?”
There
seemed to be a breath of hesitation, but he nodded. “Perhaps that, yes.
Maybe one day it will be melted down again into another handsome set of
knives and forks, perhaps it will serve exactly the same purpose as it
once did…but it will not be exactly as it was before. It will be
interesting to see what becomes of it.”
She tilted her head a little, regarding him with new interest. “I agree,” she murmured.
Zevran smiled once more. “But come, my dear, you did not seek me out to discuss silver and gold, surely?”
“No,” she agreed, smiling, and pulled out the poison recipes she’d purchased.
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And the non-entry participant:
[quote]Sresla wrote...
Reason #1 I will never succeed at these
weekly challenges - I take too damn long. So, this isn't an official
entry, because I came in at 2 hours (because I am slow like molasses) over
the time limit. And, I'm not exactly sure this is what Payroo had in
mind anyway, but it just went *POP* into my head and... yeah.
Silver and Gold
PS. Thank you, Burl Ives, for the title. I was sort of humming that on and off while writing. Bumbles bounce!
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First, let me say that I continue to be stunned and amazed by the awesome stuff you guys come up with so fast! These minicontests are becoming more and more epic each week!
After much head-scratchingand the help of a dartboard (you guys really do not make this easy to choose!), this week's winner is...
jenovan! I thought that twist with not actually giving the bars to Zev was very clever. (pm me with the request for the priiiize)
Thanks ever so much for your participation, guise!<3<3<3you are what make this thread... ridiculously awesome!
[quote]payroo wrote...
CHALLENGE 3!
Prompt: Gold/silver bars.
This could be why he likes them, what he does with them or uses them for, or just Zevran sitting on a pile of bling. Let's set the time limit at 45 minutes.
Deadline: 5 pm Pacific US on Thursday. Judging will commence Friday.
Prize: Sketch of whatever you want~ /images/forum/emoticons/wizard.png
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THE PARTICIPANTS
[quote]maradeux wrote...
Tenuvien strokes the small golden earring on her left ear with thumb and finger and a pensive wrinkle forms on the base of her nose.
"Zev," she whispers
"Hmmm"
"Oh, I thought you were asleep already ..."
Her lover lifts his head from the pillow in her direction and his sleepy look reveals that she was not entirely wrong. The elven woman blushes and tenderly strokes a lock of his blond hair out of his face.
"Sorry, I did not want to..."
Zevran chuckles softly and gives her a kiss on the tip of her nose.
"What did you want to ask me, tesoro. In the middle of the night…" he asks with a smile
"I ... you .. You have given me this earring. And told me the story about it…"
Again she touches it with her hand.
"I thought ... Well, I thought you would like jewelry. That’s why I gave you the bracelet. And the necklace. And ... you gave me your thanks and you were very kind, but ...you did not seem to be very enthusiastic and you do not wear them. So I guess… you do not like them? Am I right? "
The elf giggles again and kisses Tenuviens blushed cheeks.
"What shall I do with such a wise woman?"
He puts his right arm around her shoulders and she cuddles with her head on his chest, enjoying his warmth, the sweet, familiar scent, while he continues:
"It's not your fault, cara mia. It's just ... the goldsmiths of Ferelden simply have no finesse. Their jewelry is chunky, rough. And it is so sad, because the metallurgists of Ferelden, especially the dwarves of Orzammar are true masters of their trade. They produce the most precious alloys. Nowhere in the whole of Thedas you will find bars of purer gold. But the processing ... "
He sighs softly ...
"They should better leave it to others. I know a goldsmith in Antiva City, if he would get one of these bars of Fereldan gold in the hands ... What he could make of it... "
A dreamy look in his gold brown eyes aims at an indeterminate distance, while he holds the thumb and forefinger of his left hand up as if they would hold a treasure.
"Necklaces, rings, tiaras, all for you, amore. And, well, maybe a few ornaments for my belt and boots. No?”
Tenuvien watched her lover for a while with amusement. The thought that she would have all these Antivian jewels on her person made her snort in laughter. She -a girl from the Alienage of Denerim- with precious jewels like a queen, all delicate golds and spun silver.
Torn out of his thoughts by her reaction Zevran aims a well placed kiss at her throat, Tenuvien still laughing. This night was much too precious for sleeping, like the delicate coils of gold he dreamt his lover would wear.
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[quote]Sarah1281 wrote...
This probably could have been longer if I hadn't gotten distracted halfway through and used up time doing stupid things but, well...such is life.
Zevran looked down at the small gold bar in one hand and the medium silver bar in the other with a slight smile on his face. He was pleasantly surprised when the brave and beautiful Warden who had chosen to, against all odds, spare his life had not only noticed his fascination with these precious metal bars but had chosen to indulge him by letting him claim them whenever they stumbled across any.
Yes, it was certainly very good of her though he got the impression that she didn’t really understand. That was fine, though; let her think he was just drawn to symbols of wealth. In some ways, it was even true. There was always going to be something powerfully alluring about such an obvious status symbol to a boy born in a ****house and sold for three sovereign. These bars served as a tangible reminder that he wasn’t that boy anymore. Three sovereign? With a few of these he could have bought his own freedom and more. Not that he was naïve enough to think that, were he to be able to magically send his present wealth to his seven-year-old self, that he could have such precious treasures without them being taken but the point remained the same. He wasn’t that boy anymore. He had known that for quite some time – they really had very little in common besides the name – but the bars made the disparity all the more striking. How could he be anything like his past self when he could afford to be so casual about the same amount that had decided his fate and had taken him from the path of ‘future ****’ and placed him on that of ‘future assassin.’
That was another reason, of course. He hadn’t had any say in either of those futures although he did vastly prefer that of an assassin. Had he not been chosen by the Crows after all or the deal had fallen through would he have not been able to imagine any life but that of a ****? Probably. He had a feeling he’d even be content there. That was how you survived, after all, by not wallowing in your misery. Still, though his current path was also chosen for him until this pesky Blight was over with, he had been promised his freedom once that was over with. Even better, he was told he could leave at any time but as long as Taliesin was still out there, that was simply not a realistic option.
It was all well and good to be content in your confinement and he was content here, with the Warden, journeying to end the Blight. He had been content in Antiva living the life of an assassin, particularly after he’d survived his training. The bars, however…that had been romantic sentiment on his part and not something he would ever willingly admit to. Small, unmarked bars of silver and gold…that was quick, easy currency. If he were to ever just leave it all – well, leave it all again after that ill-fated trip to see the Dalish – then those bars would be his means to achieve it. He had long suspected that this was exactly the reason that the Crows, while they had easy access to whatever material comforts they could ever desire, were never given much coin. A gilded cage was still a cage, after all, and there was to be no means of escape save death. If there had been, he probably wouldn’t have chased his own destruction quite so single-mindedly.
He’d had to leave most of his collection behind when he’d gone off chasing the Warden and his end – and it wasn’t like he was liable to need them anyway – but he’d since started amassing them again. Logically, he knew that he probably wouldn’t need an escape plan from the Warden since it was more his own enemies keeping him here rather than any compulsion on the Warden’s part. Still, even though he had much readier access to actual currency than he’d ever had before old habits died hard.
It was easier to stockpile little bars than gold sovereign anyway.
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[quote]Korina1982 wrote...
“I have a question, Zevran, if I may.”
“And what is that, my good friend Alistair?” Zevran asked.
“Why does Keiran keep giving you those gold and silver bars?”
Zevran pointed towards the Warden, who was walking at the head of the group. “Why not ask him yourself? He is right over there.”
“It's just... I see you polishing them all the time, and I was curious. Why do you like them so much?”
“Ah, I am so glad you asked.” Zevran cleared his throat. “You see, they represent potential.”
“Potential?”
In his most serious voice, Zevran said, “Yes. Right now they are simply slabs of metal, but under a craftsman's hammer they could become anything. Perhaps a piece of jewelry? A pair of rings for lovers, or a fine gold necklace. Or some protective armor? A silver inlay on a breastplate, or a gold helmet for a noble-”
Sarcastically, Alistair said, “That noble must have too much money and no sense if he has a pure gold helmet.”
Zevran chuckled. “Indeed. But my point is that all these lovely things are hiding inside the bars, waiting for someone to bring them out. Once the bar is crafted it is only that one thing, but at this moment an uncountable number of things are hiding inside it.”
Alistair was shocked. “That... is surprisingly deep coming from you.”
“Why, thank you,” Zevran said smugly.
Oghren jogged up beside them. “Don't tell me you bought that load of nug droppings! I bet he just likes them because he can sell them for a lot of money!”
Zevran gasped and clutched at his chest. “You wound me!” he said with mock hurt. “Why would I sell such fine gifts given to me by our handsome leader?”
“Is that true, Zevran?” Alistair said quietly. “Do you really only like them for the money?”
Zevran laughed. “Well, that will just have to be my little secret, yes?” he said slyly.
“Hey! Which explanation is true?” Alistair asked, but Zevran just laughed again and ran up to the head of the column.
Just a few months ago, Alistair would have been certain the assassin was only in it for the money. But now? He didn't know what to believe.
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[quote]Kornichon wrote...
so here's my participation
(28 min)
gold bar story
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[quote]jenovan wrote...
"But Warden, this blade is unique, the dagger of the Black Rose himself. The asking price really isn't so high in that light, is it?"
Alessar resisted the urge to rub his forehead to ease the headache that was creeping up on him. He'd been too obvious in his desire for the dagger, and the dwarven merchant -- lyrium-addled or no -- was trying to wring him out. There was no way to prove that the blade was the singular weapon that Garin claimed it was, but it was certainly a very fine dagger all on its own, and the elf wanted it badly -- as a gift. He'd never consider something so costly for himself, and with his rudimentary skill with a blade, such fine steel would be a waste in his hands.
Not so for Zevran, who had seen the elegant weapon when they'd come to Garin for supplies before heading into the Deep Roads. He'd remarked upon it, admiringly, to Alessar, and the Warden had seen his lover's gaze lingering on the thing before they left, but he surely guessed (or perhaps he'd even inquired) that the dagger was quite costly, and hadn't made any serious mention of obtaining it.
At the time, they simply couldn't afford the amount of coin the merchant was asking. What funds they had were meant to provide basic weapons, armor and supplies for all of the members of the company, and even though Alessar was willing to buy something fine for Zevran, the money wasn't truly his to spend in such a way.
Money... That triggered a thought in the elven Warden's head. He was counting the group's coinage in his mental accounts, but they had gemstones to barter with, and refined metal, too, things found along their way.
"Would you consider this as currency for trade?" he asked, reaching deep into his pack and withdrawing a bar of solid, unworked gold. He held the thing sheltered inside the opening of the pack, protecting it from the eyes of passers-by, but he couldn't block the momentarily astounded expression on Garin's face.
"Well, I'd have to weigh it of course, to judge how much you've got there, but yes, I, uh, think we can work something out," the merchant said eagerly.
I have a feeling I'm going to come out on the losing end of this deal, Alessar thought wryly. But the metal bars he had stashed away had never been counted as part of the group's funds, and he certainly had no other use for them other than as ready currency.
Entirely aside from his purpose here, the metal bars themselves brought Zevran to mind. The first time he'd found such a thing, in the mages' Tower, he'd noticed the other elf's eyes lingering on the pure metal. It had been very early in their acquaintance, and when their eyes had finally met, Zevran's only response was a rueful chuckle. Alessar had been slightly suspicious that the assassin might try to steal the thing and make a break for freedom, but of course, he never had.
They'd found another ingot in Haven's small store, and again, Zevran had eyed the bar of silver appreciatively. By then, the Warden trusted him enough to not worry about theft, but he was rather curious about the other elf's clear interest in the things. Was it simply because they were potentially worth so very much? Zevran had come from perhaps even poorer roots than Alessar; neither of them would have ever seen something so precious in the walled-in confines of an alienage or a brothel. But surely, as an assassin (and an expensive assassin, at that), Zevran had come across such things in his work?
Or maybe it stemmed from practicality; an unmarked bar of precious metal was untraceable and anonymous wealth, after all. Someone who needed to move about discreetly might greatly value such a thing.
Feeling ashamed, Alessar realized he'd never thought to ask. There was always some other crisis at hand, some vital task that needed doing; the bars were scooped up from their hiding places and tucked away to never be thought on again, until now.
He let Garin take the bar and watched the merchant carefully as he weighed it on a small set of scales. "Well, Warden, this goes a long way -- almost a hundred-weight of gold. You don't have another one half this size, do you? Or coin for the rest?"
Alessar smiled slightly and pulled out a smaller bar of gold.
"By the Stone, Warden, I don't know who pays you, but they're generous," the dwarf said, laughing nervously as he took the bar to weigh. "All right, the dagger's yours."
*****
"I will be a few moments only, cielo," Zevran promised as he stepped into the quarters he'd been granted by Bhelen's chamberlain. He meant to retrieve a certain item or two before spending some long-overdue private time with the Warden, and was reaching for his pack when an odd shape lying on the bed caught his eye. It was a loosely-wrapped bundle of black fabric, narrow and about the length of his forearm and hand together.
"And what do we have here?" he asked the empty room as he cautiously scooped up the bundle. As he expected, there seemed to be a dagger inside; now quite curious, he folded the cloth back to reveal the hilt of the weapon. His eyes widened as he recognized the distinctive guards and pommel, and in his eagerness to see the dagger in its full glory, he let the swathing fabric fall to the floor. As it fell, a little swatch of paper drifted down to land on top of it. Zevran didn't have to see the little sigil of a crossed bow and arrow -- Alessar's charming way of signing his personal correspondence -- to know who the gift had come from.
"Ah, my dear Warden," he murmured, smiling and closing his eyes as he ran his fingers over the dagger's hilt, learning its lines and curves. "You do spoil me so."
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[quote]TanithAerys wrote...
Precious Metals
Zevran turned the small silver bar idly in his hand, its smooth cool surface, the unblemished potential of the solid bar oddly appealing. Why had the Warden given him such a thing? He had been surprised when Aithne had gifted him with the boots, and then the gloves. But those, at least, he understood.
Over the last year the Dalish Warden had emerged from her suspicious shell and had taken the time to get to know all of her companions. Zevran glanced a Aithne, she was leaned in close talking earnestly to Alistair, no doubt comforting the naive oaf after their side trip to Ostagar. The Antivan shrugged, lately she was always taking the time to talk to every one in camp and give them little gifts; if she favored the human it was not his concern.
But the silver bar.... What was it she saw in him that prompted such a gift. True, he had told her that, as a Crow, he rarely had much coin to spend. Still, if she wished to gift him with money, why not just give him sovereigns? The weight of the bar turned in his hand beckoning with its promise, its potential to become anything. Coin for goods, precious metal for delicate ornamentation (perhaps a pair of silver chased bracers), anything he should want. And the choice was his.
Turning away from the fire and the subdued conversation of his companions he looked north, to Antiva. Was that it? As a Crow he had bid on contracts for coin, for goods, for favors. The bidding was competative and rarely did a Crow ask for much coin when Masters tended to favor payment is things other than hard currency. Fine wine,desireable lodgings, a coveted dagger, superior armor, these were the compensations of his trade.
The silver bar, in its unmarked perfection, represented choice. He could spend it, keep it, or have it crafted into
another form. Choice that he never had until now, to stay or to go, to do only as he wished. The gift made sense now. Aithne's acknowlegement of how much the freedom to choose meant to him.
Zevran drifted to sleep that night, one hand resting on the sleek metal bar. He would leave it as it was. It was the best thing about his freedom to choose; there was no pressure to choose right now.
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[quote]Corker wrote...
Okay. LOLentry.
When with partners you're quite in a tangle
While seeking the optimal angle
Just try a trapeeze
And you'll get there with ease
As from its bright bars you all dangle.
There are bars, okay? /images/forum/emoticons/tongue.png
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[quote]soignee wrote...
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Please click on the link above to see it properly, the forums here squish images <.<[/quote]
[quote]Shadow of Light Dragon wrote...
(woo, I actually managed a submission!)
Oghren
had told her the elf was polishing his silver bar. Knowing Oghren (and
knowing Zevran), Asleena wasn’t entirely sure what she’d see when she
circled around the tents with a slightly cautious tread. Zevran was
indeed where the dwarf had indicated, sitting on a log in the sun with
his long legs sprawled before him. In his hands was a slender bar of
silver they’d found somewhere. She’d noticed him appraising the block of
metal with more interest than he eyed jewels, blades or any leather
that wasn’t of superior Antivan craftsmanship, and so offered it to him.
He had seemed quite pleased. Since then, a number of ingots had come
into his possession, some of gold and others silver like the first.
He
was angling the bar carefully against the sunlight and squinting across
the surface with his face close to the silver, but glanced over at her
approach and smiled his languid smile.
“Grey Warden,” he said, the bar remaining in its curious position as he greeted her.
“Hello
Zevran.” Asleena paused. She’d picked up some poison recipes she
thought he could use, but the glinting silver distracted her. “Do you
mind if I ask what you’re doing?”
The Antivan chuckled. “Admiring
a work of art, my dear. But if you mean specifically, I was looking for
imperfections in the metal. Some of the other you have been kind enough
to give me have scratches and indents or were cast more crudely, but I
think this one is the finest.”
“All this just to figure out which one is the best?”
“Oh no, no. Best is perhaps the wrong word. I like them all, but I would rather say that this bar pleases me the most.”
“Why do you like them so much, though?” she asked curiously. “Aesthetics?”
Zevran
shrugged. “In part. Here, my Warden. Remove your gloves and then take
the bar in your bare hands. Let your skin caress the metal like you
would your lover’s skin, and then tell me what you feel.”
Asleena
felt herself flush a little at his choice of words, but did as he said.
The first thing she noticed was the cool temperature, although warmed
where Zevran had been holding it, and of course its weight. With a
glance at the elf’s grin and golden-brown eyes, she followed his
instructions and ran her fingers across the surface, edges and corners.
It felt…smooth. Perfectly smooth. The lines that defined its shape were flawless, precise and so simple
that she unconsciously retraced the outer edge two, three times without
realising. It was, she thought, like finding a fabric with a pleasing
weave that begged to be touched and stroked.
“Ah,” Zevran said, watching her closely. “You see? It is pleasing to touch as well as gaze upon, yes?”
“You don’t cuddle up with them at night, do you?” she asked with a grin as she handed it back, and he laughed.
“Alas,
they prove to be quite uncomfortable bed-mates if you roll over them in
the middle of the night.” He turned the ingot over in his hands, held
it between his open palms and looked at it. “When I touch this smooth
silver, Asleena I feel no marks, no scars, no history but the forge and
the crucible. The ore could have been raw metal, impurities and all, or
it could have been some noble’s expensive dinner service.” He flashed a
grin. “I do not know, but it does not matter.”
“A new start?”
There
seemed to be a breath of hesitation, but he nodded. “Perhaps that, yes.
Maybe one day it will be melted down again into another handsome set of
knives and forks, perhaps it will serve exactly the same purpose as it
once did…but it will not be exactly as it was before. It will be
interesting to see what becomes of it.”
She tilted her head a little, regarding him with new interest. “I agree,” she murmured.
Zevran smiled once more. “But come, my dear, you did not seek me out to discuss silver and gold, surely?”
“No,” she agreed, smiling, and pulled out the poison recipes she’d purchased.
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And the non-entry participant:
[quote]Sresla wrote...
Reason #1 I will never succeed at these
weekly challenges - I take too damn long. So, this isn't an official
entry, because I came in at 2 hours (because I am slow like molasses) over
the time limit. And, I'm not exactly sure this is what Payroo had in
mind anyway, but it just went *POP* into my head and... yeah.
Silver and Gold
PS. Thank you, Burl Ives, for the title. I was sort of humming that on and off while writing. Bumbles bounce!
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First, let me say that I continue to be stunned and amazed by the awesome stuff you guys come up with so fast! These minicontests are becoming more and more epic each week!
After much head-scratching
jenovan! I thought that twist with not actually giving the bars to Zev was very clever. (pm me with the request for the priiiize)
Thanks ever so much for your participation, guise!<3<3<3you are what make this thread... ridiculously awesome!
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Posté 14 août 2010 - 05:52
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maradeux wrote...
Congratulations, jenovan!
Seconded!
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Posté 14 août 2010 - 06:16
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*pokes her head in* Just a quick question for you Zev fans. Does anyone know of any fanart that has drawn Zev with short hair? I would like a quick look at one if there's one floating around... I find I'm totally unable to imagine him without the trademark hair length and need a visual cue...
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Posté 14 août 2010 - 06:20
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I don't know if there's any fanart but I found this:Miri1984 wrote...
*pokes her head in* Just a quick question for you Zev fans. Does anyone know of any fanart that has drawn Zev with short hair? I would like a quick look at one if there's one floating around... I find I'm totally unable to imagine him without the trademark hair length and need a visual cue...
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Posté 14 août 2010 - 06:23
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Oh, Sarah, that's WEIRD. He looks like an Alistair morph... Thanks for trying though .
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Posté 14 août 2010 - 06:27
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Congratulations jenovan!
Not sure if this is any use, but I did a quick short hair Zevran morph in the toolset. Maybe it can be of some help.
Edit: Also, fun thing to mention. I did a Google image search for "Zevran" to see if anything relevant to this came up. Ejoslin's avatar comes up when you search for Zevran.
Miri1984 wrote...
*pokes her head in* Just a quick question for you Zev fans. Does anyone know of any fanart that has drawn Zev with short hair? I would like a quick look at one if there's one floating around... I find I'm totally unable to imagine him without the trademark hair length and need a visual cue...
Not sure if this is any use, but I did a quick short hair Zevran morph in the toolset. Maybe it can be of some help.
Edit: Also, fun thing to mention. I did a Google image search for "Zevran" to see if anything relevant to this came up. Ejoslin's avatar comes up when you search for Zevran.
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That would be because it apparently was an attempt to make an Alistair-ish Zevran. And didn't you say you thought he'd look odd with short hair anyway?Miri1984 wrote...
Oh, Sarah, that's WEIRD. He looks like an Alistair morph... Thanks for trying though
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Posté 14 août 2010 - 06:34
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@ Arundor: WHOA, that is so confusing to look at. For some reason I think the profile shot looks better with that hair.
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Posté 14 août 2010 - 06:47
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Updating the list.
Also, I was wondering whether a new thread means we should start a new list. I'm thinking not. The new thread is a continuation of the discussions, themes and friendships we started in the original thread, so I'm thinking the list should be a continuation of the original as well. Having said that, I brought it up in case anyone feels there's good reason that a new thread warrants a new list. Any thoughts?
The Entire Goddamn Thread Contributors wrote...
Ok, here's the deal. Anyone/Everyone can copy and edit this list. Keep it snowballing.
Only rule: if the Zevthread in any way inspired the creation or continuation of a Zev-themed project, add it. (Mods made for Zevran but not inspired by this thread shouldn't be added, those go on Sresla's big list of Zev mods etc though!). =P
Can be... groups, mods, threads, fanfics, fanarts, blogs, whatever...this is what we will paste to the haters
Then when we're all good and happy let's stick it up on Sresla's group page and bring it out like crispy old photos of semi-naked grandchildren for Thanksgiving.
Links if ya got em.
The Worth of this Thread:
- Complete Zevran FAQ by Ejoslin
- Mods: ZevranASAP, ZevRING, Ejoslin's Zevran Dialogue Fix, MorGothic's Many Headmorphs & Face Tattoos, Gatekisses, Your Leliana Zevran Loop Fix, Ending Slide Show, City Elf Alienage Fix, Ruck...Zevran Changes, Weddings (WIP) by Charsen,
- Tutorials: Morgothic's Adding Face Tattoos as Presets, Module Making, Voice Generation FMOD, Morgothic's Toolset installation guide, Head morph guide, Intro to VO Dialogue Comments
- Fanart
- Aimo: Watercolor Zevran, Alicorn comic, Missa & Zevran, Zevran and Missa, Alicorn and Princess
- Minaleth: anything in BW album, anything in flickr album,
- Kaioku: Zevran & Alley, Chains (and WIP1, WIP2), Tannusen,
- Aroihkin: Mark of death, Zevran and Alleyana, Zevran and Tannusen,
- soignee: WonderMissa, Missa & Charsen zoolanderified, Missa & Zevran, The Wager and the Antivan Slippers (IP) (cover, pages 1, 2, 3, 4), Zevran's Betrayal (and WIPs),
- Nonvita: Missa Dwarf Approved, Well-Oiled Zevran in Old Jeans With a Frozen Margarita, Doctor Mina with Zevran
- Verly: DA Gallery, Rayne and Zevran, Veylya and Zevran Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4
- others: Brosca's Missa Janet Jackson by jenn-y, You Cannot Misplace Me by nitocris, Pirate Zevran by Elps, Zevran Map by Minaleth (drawing) and Nonvita (coloring), Zevran Painting by PunkNouveau13, Perseus and Andromeda with a Zevran twist by payroo
- Fanfic: Jenovan (+fanart by payroo), Soignee's Dead Duster Walking, Aroihkin's "Immovable Object", Tellervo's "Chains", Sialater: The Rescue, Charnia, Murmurs, TanithAeyrs: "A Grey Warden's Honor", Sannox's Campfire Chronicles, The Hunt by Shadow of Light Dragon, Aroihkin's Kmeme Anon!Fail, Salted Butter by McChubbin, Jayelet (in spanish): Tzvi & Zevran, Historia de Kohav, Neshi una bruja diferente, I Quit the Blight by Sarah1281, Antivan Leather Caught in the Gears by Corker,
- Fanart/Fanfic Prompt Contests:
- What does Rinna look like? contest by soignee. Entries by Sarah1281, soignee, adneate, Minaleth, Charsen, Tellervo, Corker, payroo. WINNER - Tellervo. (results)
- Smooth-Talking Zevran contest by Tellervo. Entries by Minaleth, Corker, Sarah1281, Korina1982, soignee, payroo. WINNER - payroo. (results)
- Zevran's Gold and Silver contest by payroo. Entries by maradeux, Sarah1281, Korina1982, Kornichon, Minaleth, jenovan, TanithAeyrs, soignee, Shadow of Light Dragon. WINNER - jenovan (results)
- Fanvideos: Sannox's Kisses, ejoslin plays with FRAPS
- Zevrinjection Friday: 18 weeks in a row: [1], [2], [3], [4], [5], [6], [7], [8], [9], [10], [11], [12], [13], [14], [15], [16], [17], [18]
- Serious Discussions: Rinna, Taliesen, post-awakening carryover, Zevran's suicide attempt, love vs. business in the Crows, Dalish ancestry, why people kill off the assassin, Zevran fatherhood, ultimate sacrifice, Antivan society, height differences, race vs. species, healing mechanics, earring proposal, rape is not love, virginal love and so-called purity, organizational structure of the Antivan Crows, Zevran-Taliesen-Ignacio's ranks within the Crows, implications of Zevran's reaction to public kisses, possible premeditation of Rinna's death, plausibility of the Zevran epilogue in Awakening, future of the relationship due to Warden's Calling,
- Not so serious discussions: shipping, anime hate, Twilight hate,
- Discovery and sharing of VO notes which clarified the intended meaning of various lines, confirmed the nature of the relationship with Taliesen, etc.
- Source of help for fans of other LIs attempting to fix their character's dialogues the way Ejoslin has (Alistair and Morrigan)
- 3 Official Bioware Employee comments: [1], [2], [3]
- Unique Memes to this thread: Soignee's Barrowhand, EJ's yellow eyes/EJ pwns Madonna, Alistair's creep eyes, Alistair's School of Kids Who Can't Read Or Write Good, Zevran's Kneepads, gardening as a euphemism for sex, elf ear fun, Swimsuit edition by Sarah, infamous page 666, Pretty Pink Sparkle Princess Cousland's story by Nonvita (with art by Nonvita (IP), Aimo, soignee), Alicorn, Aro's Ford turned to Sextiva, page 1000, Owl hair, Charsen's toolset manipulations (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6), Mock fanfic (1, 2, 3, 4)
- Countless Friendships (and more?)
Also, I was wondering whether a new thread means we should start a new list. I'm thinking not. The new thread is a continuation of the discussions, themes and friendships we started in the original thread, so I'm thinking the list should be a continuation of the original as well. Having said that, I brought it up in case anyone feels there's good reason that a new thread warrants a new list. Any thoughts?
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#166
Posté 14 août 2010 - 06:54
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Miri1984 wrote...
*pokes her head in* Just a quick question for you Zev fans. Does anyone know of any fanart that has drawn Zev with short hair? I would like a quick look at one if there's one floating around... I find I'm totally unable to imagine him without the trademark hair length and need a visual cue...
ASKs Zevran Replacements has quite a few screenshots of various "short-haired" Zevrans.
(Please Note: I in no way endorse modding Zevran. I like him just the way he is).
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Posté 14 août 2010 - 06:58
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Sarah1281 wrote...
That would be because it apparently was an attempt to make an Alistair-ish Zevran. And didn't you say you thought he'd look odd with short hair anyway?Miri1984 wrote...
Oh, Sarah, that's WEIRD. He looks like an Alistair morph... Thanks for trying though
Yup. And he does. Thanks for the shots. I'm working on a fic where I want him to have short hair, and now I know how the characters will react. ZEV YOU LOOK WRONG
.I don't think he needs modding either by the way
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#168
Posté 14 août 2010 - 08:06
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he really looks weird with short hair.... 0__o
I've never notice that but sometimes, Zev really look at the warden like the puss in boots....
like :"pretty pleaaaase?"
(oh and congrats Jenovan ^^)
I've never notice that but sometimes, Zev really look at the warden like the puss in boots....
like :"pretty pleaaaase?"
(oh and congrats Jenovan ^^)
#169
Posté 14 août 2010 - 11:24
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Sresla wrote...
(Please Note: I in no way endorse modding Zevran. I like him just the way he is).
Same here. Zevran for me was love at first sight.
Although I would like him with short hair, too. It's his
#171
Posté 14 août 2010 - 01:58
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.... 
omg, thanks, guys! Umm.. I will have to decide on the priiiiize... and a new prompt, I guess.
(And wow, Zev looks suuuper weird with short hair as a game morph. XD I feel like I could deal with it if it was fan art, but in game? eep.)
omg, thanks, guys! Umm.. I will have to decide on the priiiiize... and a new prompt, I guess.
(And wow, Zev looks suuuper weird with short hair as a game morph. XD I feel like I could deal with it if it was fan art, but in game? eep.)
#172
Posté 14 août 2010 - 05:09
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jenovan wrote...
(And wow, Zev looks suuuper weird with short hair as a game morph. XD I feel like I could deal with it if it was fan art, but in game? eep.)
^Agreed. The default Zevran is so ingrained in my head that anything else just looks odd. And congrats jenovan!
Just for fun, I rewrote my submission for this week's challenge in toolset style with VO notes here if anyone is interested. I'm not sure which way comes off better.
And because it's been so ridiculously hot, I wrote this little oneshot.
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Posté 14 août 2010 - 07:38
TanithAeyrs
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congrats jenovan. can't wait for the new prompt
#175
Posté 14 août 2010 - 08:50
Sresla
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Arundor wrote...
Updating the list.
Also, I was wondering whether a new thread means we should start a new list. I'm thinking not. The new thread is a continuation of the discussions, themes and friendships we started in the original thread, so I'm thinking the list should be a continuation of the original as well. Having said that, I brought it up in case anyone feels there's good reason that a new thread warrants a new list. Any thoughts?
I don't know if Jenovan wants to take on the responsibility of keeping the list updated, but since she's got first post, it might make more sense to keep it somewhere visible for the time being (like where she's got it) rather than stuck in the middle where it can get lost? In a 1400+ page thread which can be pretty intimidating to wade through, I can understand needing to repost it so new people who join aren't completely intimidated. But at this smaller size (for now) we maybe only want to post it once every X (just throwing out a number, say... 25) number of pages?
About the only thing I'd have changed on the original list is linking to actual Bioware quotes regarding Zevran, rather than just saying they've said stuff about him (if someone wants to dig through the BSN bluetracker!) Two of my favorites:
Zevran laughs at your need for justification.
...and then he makes out with your sister.
That one was from back in February, courtesy of David Gaider. And this one, probably forgotten by the Alistair fans (also from DG - which confirms what Zevran fans knew all along...)
Indeed. Zevran does not think Alistair is cool. Zevran would more likely mock Alistair and eventually convince him to wear purple clown pants.
Alistair: "They're kind of big..."
Zevran: "Do not be afraid, my friend. You must fill the pants! Be larger than life!"
Alistair: "I don't think anyone is THAT big."
Zevran: "Ho ho! Little do you know..."
Alistair: "What's that?"
Zevran: "No talking! You must be filling the pants, remember?"
Alistair: "I'm trying!"
Zevran: "Just be, little Alistair! Just... be!"
I guess I could stop being a slacker and dig through it myself to post in the Zevran group. Wait, why am I talking myself into doing work...
Modifié par Sresla, 14 août 2010 - 08:58 .
