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[Sarah1281]

You know, I had an idea all planned out before I noticed that the 'Annums' were holidays. Whatever, I'll probably write it anyway as chances are Thedas has more than five holidays.

[Corker]

Bruddajakka wrote...

You guys are forgetting the one thing you need to make Zevran truly truly scary.

Quiet Death.

You know, I usually leave off that third "Trial of Crows" quest until I'm ready to do Orzammar, but maybe I'll knock it out early just so I can get Cesar's special recipe...

Modifié par Corker, 09 novembre 2010 - 02:20 .

[Giggles_Manically]

I do Orzamar early on ,just enough to be able to get the key to the city for most of my PCs and to pick up Oghren really.

[Corker]

Tellervo wrote...


(banner by Minaleth)

Holiday season is more or less upon us, what with the great American tradition of Stuffing Your Face and Arguing With Aunt Gertrude About Politics And What You're Doing With Your Life Day coming up. Holidays in Thedas are a far sight different, but we can assume based in some real-world celebrations. Surely Zev has or will be involved in a few celebrations.

A Day at the Fair
50 min

The people of Redcliffe needed a celebration.  After all of the horrors that had been visited upon the village, and the continuing, looming threat of civil war and Blight, they needed a reminder of the joy of life.  Arl Eamon rose from his sickbed not long before Summerday, and festivities which had been put off in light of his condition were rapidly put back on again.

The Warden and her companions were convinced to stay for the Summerday fair.  The people wanted to show their gratitude to those who had saved them and their arl.  And after the harrowing journey to the lost village of Haven, and then the trip through the Gauntlet, they were ready for a little celebration themselves.

Peasant bagpipes filled the air with raucous, reedy music as young men and women danced carols in the main square.  Ale and cider flowed freely, and whole baked fish were sold as quickly as they came off the coals.  Bodahn Feddic cracked open a crate full of ribbons, sparkling glass gewgaws, and tin soldiers, and did a brisk trade in them. 

Bann Teagan had sent to Rainesfere for a large, plump pig.  The porker was even now snuffling around a mud-filled pen, as a crowd of eager young men gathered around.  They would separate into teams of four, and whoever could hold the pig the longest would win it.

Kallian Tabris was, for once, feeling merry.  Perhaps it was the two glasses of cider.  Maybe it was giggling with Leliana over ribbons.  But mostly it was just so nice to be doing something so normal.

Zevran tsk'ed at her and shook his head.  "Truly?  You find this amusing?"

"Sure I do!" she said, grinning broadly.  "It's fun!  And... different!  Summerday was a little different in Denerim."

"Also in Antiva City," Zevran nodded.  "There were no slobbering pigs, for one thing.  Why are they all staring at it?  I would think these sturdy country boys would have seen one before."

"You don't know?  They're going to wrestle it!"

"Wrestle it?" He raised an eyebrow.  "The pig?"

"Yes!"

"I did not know that pigs wrestled."

"They don't!  But they'll wrestle it in the mud, and it's slippery, and there aren't too many hand-holds on a pig.  People fall down a lot.  It's funny!  And the winner gets the pig."

"For a candle-lit dinner and what passes for dancing in these parts, I take it."

She punched him in the arm.  "Only if you mean that the pig is the dinner."

"Hm."  He tapped his lips thoughtfully.  

"Andraste's knickers!"  Kallian tugged on his sleeve and pointed. "Look, they've got Sandal riding in a goat cart!"

------

Kallian gave the conversation no more thought until perhaps a half an hour later, just before the pig wrestling was due to start.  "Come, Alistair.  For the children!" Zevran was insisting.

"I don't know.  Farm animals and I don't get along," her fellow Warden replied dubiously.

"It's a splendid idea," Bann Teagan agreed.  "Good for morale and charitable.  It wouldn't be the first time you've been covered in mud, Alistair."

"It's not something I want to make a habit of!"

"You're going to wrestle the pig?" Kallian asked incredulously.

"Your Antivan friend here suggested it," Teagan replied.  "I thought it was somewhat ridiculous, as it's my pig, but if we win, we'll have it roasted and shared around tonight, starting with the children of Redcliffe."

"It is ridiculous," Sten said, crossing his arms.  "If your people are hungry, feed them.  Kill the beast cleanly and be done with it."

"Oh, and there goes our fourth man." Zevran drooped, disappointed.  "Is there no persuading you, Sten?"

"No.  I am a Sten of the Beresaad.  When the pig breaks out of its pen and threatens my life, I will fight it, and not before."

"If I may?"  Ser Perth approached with his peculiar hestitant respect.  "Although it is... lacking somewhat in dignity, I do not place myself above the bann.  If you need a fourth man, I am he."

"See? Ser Perth does not place himself above the bann," Zevran murmured to Alistair.

"All right, all right!" Alistair sighed, knowing when to throw in the towel.  "I'll wrestle the blasted pig."

"Marvelous!  We must make ready, then," Zevran said, nodding toward the crowd of young villagers, most of whom were already stripped to the waist.

"What?" Alistair squawked all over again.  

"Our armor would give an unfair advantage," Ser Perth explained placidly, unbuckling his curiass.  "Something hard to press the pig with."

"We could wear shirts," Alistair said flatly.

Bann Teagan plucked at his silk doublet.  "I'm not quite so well off that I can afford to destroy this by rolling about in the mud with it."  He began to undo the buttons.

"You have nothing to be ashamed of, my friend," Zevran said, tying his hair back into a... well, a pigtail.  "And the day is warm, and it will save you from at least an hour of scrubbing your linens afterwards."

"I suppose, but... how are you undressed already?"

"Practice, of course."  Bann Teagan chuckled, then tried to hide it in a cough.

"Modesty is becoming, but surely there is no blame in this," Ser Perth said, shucking his padded gambeson as well.  "It is all in good fun."

Alistair glowered at Zevran, who did his best to look innocent.  "Fine," the ex-templar sighed again.  "I hate doing laundry anyway."

"We should go last, so as not to dispirit the lads," Ser Perth said.

"Quite true," Teagan agreed.  "But we should announce our intentions, I think, before the contest is underway.  I will see to it."  Ser Perth automatically followed the bann, and Alistair trailed uncertainly along behind.

Zevran looked back over his shoulder at Kallian and smirked.  "Happy Summerday, my dear Warden.  I hope it compares well to the ribbons, yes?"  And then, with a languid stretch and a wink, he was off after his team.

[Asepsis]

@Corker: I love it! Fun!



Also, to the Zevran fan thread, I was wondering could I steal your idea for fan prompts for the Sten thread? I didn't want to step on any toes, but I'd like to see what some Sten fans could come up with.

[Corker]

Thanks! I'm not sure why Zevran + holidays = beefcake mud wrestling, but there you go.



Were we even the first thread with weekly prompts? I know several of the other fan threads have them, too... I don't think there's ever been a hint of a whiff of bad feelings over it. I say, go forth and write Sten fic!

[mousestalker]

@Corker - great story!



@Asepsis- I think there need to be more Sten stories.

[soignee]

Corker wrote...

Thanks! I'm not sure why Zevran + holidays = beefcake mud wrestling, but there you go.

Were we even the first thread with weekly prompts? I know several of the other fan threads have them, too... I don't think there's ever been a hint of a whiff of bad feelings over it. I say, go forth and write Sten fic!

we were the first, I do believe, and it was All My Fault for starting it.

[Corker]

That's right, it was! The prompt was 'Rinna,' I remember.

[Asepsis]

All right, thanks guys!

[EccentricSage]

Corker, that was awesome! XD

[Sarah1281]

@Corker: I loved it even if it did end right before the good part. I'm trying to decide if they won or epicly failed. And I really can't imagine Zevran in pigtails...

[Corker]

@Sarah, LOL just one not two! OMG that would be funny... "ponytail" just didn't sound right, for as little hair as he has, but maybe pigtail isn't right, either.

[mousestalker]

Non sequitur time- Does anyone else hear this song during a certain conversation with Zevran?



What other songs remind you of Zev?

[EccentricSage]

mousestalker wrote...

Non sequitur time- Does anyone else hear this song during a certain conversation with Zevran?

What other songs remind you of Zev?

XD  No, but it DOES make sense!

I can't listen to Tristan, by Patrick Wolf without thinking of Zevran as a Crow, and his attitude when you first start conversing with him early on.

www.youtube.com/watch  (This is the most awesome version of the song I could find)

I am the tragedy

And the heroine

I am lost And I am rescuing...



The storm is come

And I am following

My name is Tristan

And I am alive!



Forever young

I come from God knows where

'Cos now I’m here

Without a hope or care

I am trouble

And I am troubled too



My name is Tristan

And I am alive!



Sorrow by name

And sorrow by nature

Working for joy

On overtime, oh

Stuck on a line

Of misadventure

I fear no crime!



I am the victim

And the murderer

You speak of love

But I’ve never heard of her!

I am f***ed

And I am f***ing too!

My name is Tristan

And I am alive

[Sarah1281]

Here is my prompt entry even if I didn't pick one of the five 'official' holidays.


The date was the thirteenth of Guardian and the place was Antiva City. The ancient celebration of Lupercalia had just begun and would continue for two days and Zevran wouldn’t miss it for the world. Some of the ways that Lupercalia was celebrated were a bit bizarre in his expert opinion, such as when two young boys were c hosen to be the ‘Luperci.’ These Luperci were led to an alter, had t heir foreheads anointed with sacrificial blood from one dog and two goats (the bloodied knife was wiped off with wool soaked in milk), and then called upon to laugh and smile before being dressed in the skin of the goats. Then the two boys were each given a thong made of the goats’ flesh and went around the city using said thong to strike at girls and young women on the streets. Far from being offended, however, these women were thrilled and felt that in taking these blows they were being protected from sterility, the pains of childbirth would be eased, and their fertility would be on the rise. Zevran wasn’t quite sure that it was healthy for these women to be so eager to be struck, even for religious purposes, but he supposed that that was really their own business.
 
All of that, though great for entertainment value, was not why he was so fond of Lupercalia. No, this was a celebration to get rid of evil spirits and to promote fertility. Fear of evil spirits (and the handy excuse) was good for business and all this interest in fertility was good for…other things. Many women were very eager to test out their new fertility…and so were many men. His current target? His lovely fellow assassin, Rinna.
 
Rinna was engrossed in throwing daggers at a tree when Zevran approached her. Though she was concentrating greatly, she noticed Zevran’s presence before he got within twenty feet of her. Had he been trying to be stealthy, he might have been quite embarrassed. Rinna was a truly marvelous creature, however, with very fine assassination skills. What he wouldn’t give to go on a mission with her…
 
“Did you need something?” Rinna asked, examining the dagger in her hand almost lazily.
 
“Not as such, no,” Zevran told her. “I was just wondering why you were still here at this Crow compound.”
 
“I’m training,” Rinna explained unnecessarily. “Is there some reason that I shouldn’t be?”
 
“Well, most gorgeous young women are off at the festivities,” Zevran pointed out.
 
Rinna laughed. “Ah, yes. Those women standing around hoping that if they can get a lucky blow then they’ll have a baby. I’ve had plenty of luck with the first but, thankfully, not so much with the second.”
 
“I take it you don’t want children?” Zevran asked, not particularly surprised. He had never really thought about the prospect of being a father – though for all he knew he was already one – and he really couldn’t picture himself as changing a child’s diaper and fixing it meals or whatever else he would be called upon to do for it.
 
Rinna shuddered at the very thought. “Maker, no. A pregnancy at this point would ruin my career and what would happen to the baby? He’d grow up a Crow or die trying. There’s plenty of slaves to be bought for that purpose; they hardly need me to contribute to our ranks.” Unspoken, of course, was the fact that there were no retired Crows and so if one lost the ability to assassinate before they were experienced enough to become part of the management then that was quite the problem.
 
“So you’re not a fan of Lupercalia?” Zevran asked, a little disappointed. He could always go find somebody else but it wouldn’t be nearly as much fun as it would be if it were with Rinna.
 
“Not of many parts of it, no,” Rinna agreed. “Though I’ve found that with virtually any holiday, if you dig deep enough you can come up with some cause to dislike it.”
 
“Any holiday?” Zevran repeated, snorting. “I’d say that applies really to anything.”
 
“Have you seen Taliesin yet today?” Rinna asked suddenly.
 
Zevran blinked at the apparent non-sequitur. “I have not,” he replied. “Why? Have you?”
 
Rinna nodded slowly, her dark bouncing as she did so. “I have indeed. I believe he’s looking for you. He seemed to be quite interested in the festivities as well although I don’t expect the two of you will have much luck.”
 
Zevran grinned. “Perhaps not, but what is most important is that we keep trying, no?”
 
“I think at this point any sane man would realize that it’s just not going to happen,” Rinna said dryly.
 
“Truly? Then how fortunate that we are not sane men but Crows,” Zevran said, pleased.
 
Rinna laughed. “You’re determined to keep trying until you get a baby from somewhere, then?”
 
“That is the plan,” Zevran agreed solemnly. “Or until we are thoroughly sick of each other, whichever comes first.”
 
“Are you taking bets as to the outcome?” Rinna inquired. “Because if so I have some silver I’d like to lay down.”
 
“Oh, we would,” Zevran explained. “Except that the odds are so far against us that we would rob everyone blind when we won and it wouldn’t do to anger so many dangerous assassins all at once, especially once we became ridiculously wealthy and thus a target.”
 
“A shame,” Rinna said, shaking her head in mock-sorrow. “Ah, well. I suppose I could never win, anyway, as all you’d have to do to keep the wager on is to refuse to admit that no matter how much you try, one of you is just not going to get pregnant.”
 
“And there is that,” Zevran admitted. “But only if we were dishonorable scoundrels. Do I look like a dishonorable scoundrel, my dear?”
 
Rinna tilted her head as she seemed to consider the question. “A little, but not in a bad way.”
 
Zevran shrugged. “I can work with that.”
 
“You know,” Rinna told him, “I don’t dislike all parts of Lupercalia.”
 
Just the parts with all the tradition, it seemed. Wisely, Zevran decided not to mention that. “Oh?” he asked instead, raising an eyebrow suggestively. “And what parts do you like?”
 
“Well if you and Taliesin can put off your nth attempt to make a baby, we can celebrate how fertile everyone else seems to be,” Rinna replied, slipping her dagger back into her pouch and turning to walk away, leaving Zevran with the oh-so-difficult choice to follow her or not.
 
Oh, what ever was he to do?

[Corker]

Sarah1281 wrote...

 Then the two boys were each given a thong made of the goats’ flesh and went around the city using said thong to strike at girls and young women on the streets. Far from being offended, however, these women were thrilled and felt that in taking these blows they were being protected from sterility, the pains of childbirth would be eased, and their fertility would be on the rise. 

Is it wrong that I confused this momentarily with the rites of Cybele?

I laughed at the banter about Zev and Taliesen's fertility problems.  Maybe a mage could help...

[Hilde]

@Corker ~ Pig wrestling! This was really great!

@ Sarah ~ Antivan Holidays! That was very funny!

mousestalker wrote...

Non sequitur time- Does anyone else hear this song during a certain conversation with Zevran?

What other songs remind you of Zev?

Ha! I have not heard that song in quite a while! Good call.

I always think of Zevran with Shoot the Runner :

Kings May Come And Then Go
By This Sword You Must Know
That All Things Will Come And Then Pass
Live Your Days Like The Last

Or even  Young Men Dead

[Corker]

mousestalker wrote...

Non sequitur time- Does anyone else hear this song during a certain conversation with Zevran?

What other songs remind you of Zev?

I am illiterate when it comes to rock and roll and/or pop.  However, I've got a handful of bawdy songs that I could easily see serving as Zevran backstories:

The Oyster Girl

"Zulieka," in which a young woman kept in a tower throws out her key for her lovers:

She threw out the key once again
Expecting her lover, Suleman
She sighed and cried, and the door opened wide
And in walked a whole caravan

The leader he bowed his head low
Awaiting her wishes to know
"Most of you stay," Zulieka did say -
"But the children and camels must go."

"The Better Thief," in which a bold young man riding with his two friends bets them he can bed the next woman they meet.  The next girl seems hardly a challenge, openly requesting 'what's between his thighs.'  He dismounts eagerly and she leaps upon his horse (not a euphemism) and rides off.

As she rode away, the squire did say,
"Well Dick, you've lost the bet.
You've come to grief from a better thief
Than any we have met."
So all you jolly gamblers, take heed the words you say:
Lest you lose your horse - to a maid of course -
In the merry merry month of May.

The Chandler's Wife

Red-Haired Mary albeit without the narrator's idea of a wedding.  Totally with Mary's idea of Murphy's shed.

[Giggles_Manically]

 One song that always reminds me of Zevran is:
Moby- Extreme ways.

Maybe because I can see some similarities between him and Jason Bourne, and the song is used as the theme song for the Bourne trilogy.

[Tellervo]

Done with Weakness (NSFW)
And with an untitled fill (NSFW)

Modifié par Tellervo, 10 novembre 2010 - 03:07 .

[spare change]

so i just had this funny thought........



what if in the fade, Isabela's fade dream is her sleeping with Zev. lol



there is your Zev cameo

[Tellervo]

If we're lucky, Gaider will forget to mention Zevran's existence and everyone else on the dev team will catch on and go along with it.

[EccentricSage]

I wouldn't worry about Gaider. It's more the rest of the team I'd worry about. I'm hoping for more Zevran, just without bugs ruining it, and without too much limitation on variations based on info from Origins. The problem with the Awakening end slide was that it was a one-size fits all end slide that, as a result, had to be purposefully vague. It sounded like Gaider wanted to do more with Zevran, like it was a starting point for a DLC. We can blame some desk jocky for it being fruitless and confusing, most likely.



I think, since this is a new game, there would have been much more budget and time for this. Not like a rushed, under budgeted expansion or DLC. If it's part of the main game, the same effort has to be put in to it as in the rest of the game.



I just hope they learned from some of the fuss over bugs in Origins that the fans DO care about the story and character interaction and want the bugs fixed. People don't pay all that money for a RPG for parts of the dialogue and end slides to not trigger properly and never completely get fixed.

[EccentricSage]

Tellervo wrote...

Done with Weakness (NSFW)
And with an untitled fill (NSFW)

That was exillent!  I'm gonna look up the rest of your stuff.