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[QueenOfFerelden]

Oh and of course you shouldn`t kill Uldred before all the other mages turned into abominations.

[QueenOfFerelden]

You are welcome.



And now I need a nice Ali pic:

[Glorfindel709]

Ah the Uldred fight... Ive never not sided with the Mages, they just sound more useful than Templars against the Archdemon.



But then again, I'm usually a maleficar anyway so..

[QueenOfFerelden]

I don`t have much choice, I have to side with the templars, because I`m using Karmas companion mod and to recruit Cullen I have to side with them.

[Glorfindel709]

Oh gotcha. Im on 360 so I kind of just go "Hahaha, he's a crazy person" and leave him be...

[tuppence95]

QueenOfFerelden wrote...

I don`t have much choice, I have to side with the templars, because I`m using Karmas companion mod and to recruit Cullen I have to side with them.

How is that mod? 

[QueenOfFerelden]

 Cullen is not crazy. 

Edit: Tuppence its pretty good, so its still Beta and Cullen, Jowan and Gorim still don`t have VO. But its good to play. 

Modifié par QueenOfFerelden, 02 janvier 2011 - 02:59 .

[Thiefy]

QueenOfFerelden wrote...

 Cullen is not crazy. 

Edit: Tuppence its pretty good, so its still Beta and Cullen, Jowan and Gorim still don`t have VO. But its good to play. 

oh a cullen mod sounds interesting he was so cute in origins.

but actually i think the main writer for cullen actually said at one point in time that he was crazy and cannot be redeemed after the tower events, which was sad. i can't find the quote but she didn't expect him to be so popular and would have had more "closure" to his story if she could have forseen his popularity

[Tigress M]

@Reika - Your fill was wonderful! It choked me up in places and had me laughing in others. Well done.

@Glor - That was an excellent fill, especially for your first attempt at writing one! I cried from the moment he took off his glove to the very end. Nicely done.

Here's some somber Alistair because I love to watch him as he recites the Joining "prayer".

[Glorfindel709]

Thank you Tigress :-) I'm glad everyone has enjoyed it so far!

[QueenOfFerelden]

Thief-of-Hearts wrote...
oh a cullen mod sounds interesting he was so cute in origins.

but actually i think the main writer for cullen actually said at one point in time that he was crazy and cannot be redeemed after the tower events, which was sad. i can't find the quote but she didn't expect him to be so popular and would have had more "closure" to his story if she could have forseen his popularity

Oh it is interesting here`s the link if you wanna try it: 

dragonagenexus.com/downloads/file.php

[tuppence95]

Cullen's been one of my favorite characters.  It would be nice to see more of him.  I might give that mod a try after this game.  I can't imagine using it for Gilmore though, with a voiced mod already available for him.

From cme's Cullen mod.

[LadyDamodred]

Alrighty, for this guest prompt I stole something I wrote a long time ago and never published.  Unlike all my current stuff, it has POV switches, so I hope it's not too confusing.  I considered editing them out, but decided I like the emotions they conveyed.  Apologies if it detracts from the piece.

~*~

Apology


Zevran followed the odd little party back to their camp. To say that he was shocked by the turn of events would be an understatement, but life as a Crow had taught him to adapt to all situations quickly.
 
The two Grey Wardens walked ahead of him. The man kept turning back to glare at him and Zevran responded with a cocky smile each time he did. It only infuriated the man more, and so the cycle continued. The red haired rogue was walking beside him and chatting amiably, trying to coax him into talking. On his other side was the dog, who would growl at him every so often. He had known Fereldans practically worshipped the slobbering things, but he hadn’t expected them to be so big. This beast was all muscle and bone, and having seen what it had done back at the ambush, he had no desire to give it any reason to go for his throat.
 
But it was the female Warden who warranted his study. When he had opened his eyes to find himself still alive, she had been the first thing he had seen. For a brief moment, he thought that maybe he was dead and she was some benevolent deity come to end his suffering. But then he had felt the coarse rope that bound his arms behind his back and the rock that dug sharply into his hip as he lay on the ground. His head began to ache abominably, and his confused mind reminded him that was because she had slammed her shield into his face with enough force to almost snap his neck.
 
They had all been standing around him, glaring down at him, but she was clearly the leader and so he kept his attention focused on her. He quickly realized why he was still alive and answered all of her questions willingly. And she certainly asked a lot of them. He flirted with her as he did so, naturally. It was like breathing to him. She did not seem particularly amused by it, however, and he wondered if he were sabotaging his chances for a quick, clean death. When her seemingly endless supply of questions finally ended, he simply waited.
 
She stood looking at him with a troubled expression on her face. As the silence stretched, Zevran found himself offering to join her. He had no idea why, except that this might be his one chance at freedom. As he spoke, telling her about all the reasons it would be a good idea to both keep him alive and take him along, her expression changed. It became something he knew very well—coldly calculating. She placed his life on some set of internal scales and weighed his worth.
 
He wondered cynically if she would come to the same conclusion the Crows and so many others had come to—that he was a valuable tool to be bought cheaply and used until he no longer served a purpose. She finally nodded and bent down to cut his bindings. The other Warden argued with her, but she just muttered that they could use him. She reached out to help him up and he swore his oath.
 
And now he was one of them. Odd how quickly one’s fortunes can change. They arrived back at their camp and he took stock of the others there. There were three more: a qunari, a fairly surprising sight, an older mage who despite her years still looked fairly attractive, and a younger mage dressed in the most interesting garb. He admitted his curiosity piqued at such an eclectic group and began re-evaluating the Warden. He would definitely have to get to know her better, if only as a matter of self-preservation.
 
Lya made terse introductions and then set about removing the gore from his attempted assassination from her weapons and armor. Alistair and Leliana did the same thing, but Alistair kept as far away from himself as possible and continued shooting the elf dirty looks. Zevran would have liked to clean up as well, but the only possessions he now owned were his armor and weapons. A soft rustle of cloth made him turn to see the older mage, Wynne her name was, settling beside him.
 
“Here, let me see how badly they’ve injured you,” she said, not unkindly. She gently probed Zevran’s injuries and examined his cuts. She frowned when he winced as she felt the contusions on his face and head. “You’ve very lucky, you know.”
 
“Oh? From the way everyone except that delectable bard is looking at me, lucky would be the last word I would have chosen.”
 
She sighed in exasperation at his flippant comment. “I meant with your injuries, young man. They could have easily killed you in that fight. They are not really the sort to be trifled with, as many are coming to learn.” She finished examining him and then gently placed her hands on his head and let her healing magic flow over him. He sighed in relief as he felt pain recede from wounds he wasn’t even aware he had.
 
Wynne got to her feet, but returned a moment later with a water skin and some rags. “Here,” she said. “You should get yourself cleaned up. We’re not going to be going anywhere else today.” She then moved away again, going to the Wardens and Leliana to tend to the injuries they had received.
 
The rest of the day passed slowly and everyone, even Zevran, could see the fight that was brewing between Lya and Alistair. Both were short tempered and snappy, avoiding each other. Zevran kept his head down. He knew he was the cause of the tension and had no desire to draw attention to himself. Leliana tried to speak with Lya, but a glare from the younger woman sent her scurrying away. Wynne attempted the same thing with Alistair, but he just stalked away from the mage, muttering under his breath.
 
Things reached a head after dinner. Alistair stalked over to Lya and glared down at her. She returned his stare with one equally fierce and Zevran thought they were going to come to blows right there. But something passed between them and she rose to her feet, following Alistair out beyond the light of the fire. Zevran wondered if perhaps someone should follow them. He had seen this kind of anger before and it usually let to bloodshed. Lots of it. Wynne reached over and patted his arm.
 
“Don’t worry. They won’t hurt each other. Yell and scream? Yes, but there won’t be any physical altercation.” He watched the set of their backs and wondered if this mage really knew her companions as well she thought.
 
~*~
 
Alistair was furious with Lya. How could she even think about letting the assassin who just tried to kill them come along with them? How were they supposed to sleep at night with that…that elf around?
 
He rounded on her as soon as they were out of earshot of the others. “What are you thinking?!” he cried. “An assassin! An assassin, Lya! How in the Maker’s name is this a good idea?!”
 
She crossed her arms and glared at him icily, her feet planted solidly in a wide stance. “I told you, we can use him.”
 
“Oh, we can use him, is it? How exactly are we supposed to trust him, would you mind telling me that? The man tries to kill you and ten minutes later you’re certain he’s not going to try to anymore? How does that even make sense?! I’ll tell you! It doesn’t! It’s insane!”
 
Her eyes narrowed dangerously. “Oh, so now we’re not only questioning my leadership skills, but my sanity as well?” she asked ominously. “What would you have me do, Alistair? You could have killed him when he was unconscious, but you didn’t. And for the same reasons none of us did. We needed answers and we got them. What were we supposed to do with him after that? Just slit his throat and watch him bleed out? If you wanted to, then why didn’t you just do it?” She was so angry at him. Didn’t he see the position she was in, the position they were all in?
 
“It was your decision,” he snapped back. “I said I would go along with what you decide, but that doesn’t mean I’ll always agree with it or that I’m not allowed to say so. This is still a bad idea. I don’t trust him.” Lya found herself shaking from the effort not to go over there and punch him as hard as she could as he stood there, sanctimonious in his self-righteous anger. How dare he?! Who did he think he was?!
 
“Don’t you get it?!” she screamed at him. Her anger, her frustration, her fear—all the things that had been building these last couple of months finally crested over the walls she had built to contain them. They came bursting forth in a torrent of rage that she could only direct at the man standing in front of her.
 
“You don’t trust him?! Well, guess what? Neither do I! Is that what you want to hear? Fine! I don’t trust him! I don’t have to trust him! All I have to do is use him like I’m using everybody else! Look at our party, Alistair, look at it! How many of them do you really think are going to survive this? What do we have for allies? A Witch of the Wilds who’s here because her mother—an ancient abomination of legend, mind you—sent her! A lay sister who just happens to be an Orlesian spy more suited to the political intrigues of a city who dreams that the Maker talks to her! An elderly circle mage who just survived watching her home destroyed and her friends killed or turned into abominations! A qunari who slaughtered a family of innocents and wants to make up for it by dying in battle! And now an elven assassin from Antiva who was for all purposes is a slave with no choice!
 
“I am going to use them all, Alistair! Sten and Zevran were already dead, so if they die doing what I need them to, then who cares? No one will mourn their passing and there are probably a lot who would rejoice at it. Morrigan can take off whenever she wants, as can Leliana. Wynne wants to be here, so why should I care if she dies doing something she wants?! She’s practically given me her life to do with as I please! And then there’s you! My fellow Grey Warden. You’ll stay with me because you don’t have a choice. You already said you can’t do this on your own. You need me! So you’ll shut up and follow what I say because you don’t have any choice!”
 
She was shaking for a different reason now and realized she was close to tears. Her voice dropped and the anger in it faded. “And you know what the worst part is, Alistair? I like them. I like all of them. They’re my friends and I’m still going to use them. If I need to take their lives to end this Blight, I’ll do it. Even you, Alistair,” she said, her voice breaking a little on his name. “I’m going to use you, too, and you’re going to hate me for it, but I’m still going to do it.
 
“I’m going to do it because I don’t have a choice. I am a Grey Warden, after all. It’s my duty to end the Blight.”  She turned away from him in disgust, scrubbing her hands over her face to remove the tears she hadn’t been able to stop. “What does that make me?” she said hoarsely. “What kind of monster am I to take the lives of the only people who care about me and throw them away?”
 
Alistair took the rage she hurled at him silently, his own anger fading under the force of her pain. He was angry because he was worried about her. And her words stung more than he cared to admit. He was too afraid of messing everything up that it was easier to let others lead, easier to let all the terrible decisions rest on someone else’s shoulders. It was his fault that she was the one stuck with all this responsibility. But now that it was her shoulders that everything rested on, shoulders that seemed all too frail without her armor, he found himself ashamed.
 
“You’re not a monster,” he said quietly and she gave a slightly hysterical laugh. He moved to stand behind her, wanting to take her in his arms, to apologize for the hurt his words and actions caused, and knowing he didn’t have the right to. “I…. Listen, I’m sorry, all right? I shouldn’t have said those things. I only said them because…I was worried about you,” he finished in a rush.
 
“And you’re not a monster. All of those people back there are here because they want to be. You don’t think they couldn’t just leave when they want to? They know you wouldn’t blame them for it or try to stop them. They all care about you, Lya. I know I haven’t exactly been a big help here. I put you in charge and it’s my fault you have to deal with all this. It wasn’t fair of me, I know, and I’m sorry. But they all follow you now. Let them try to help. Let…me try to help. Don’t keep it all inside like this.”
 
She just stood there, back turned towards him with no hint that she even heard what he said. He didn’t know what else he could do. Maybe he should try getting Leliana or Wynne to talk to her. Maker knew he wasn’t any good at this comforting stuff. Sticking his sword into bad guys and bashing them with his shield seemed to be his only strengths.
 
“Will you leave if I fail?”
 
“I—what?” The question caught him off guard.
 
Lya turned back to face him. “If I can’t do this, will you leave?”
 
“No, of course not.” How could she even ask that?
 
“Why not?”
 
“Well, I am a Grey Warden. I can’t just abandon another Warden in need.” He saw by the way her face suddenly closed that that wasn’t the answer she was looking for. Alistair, you idiot, the voice in head groaned. Alistair searched for something to say to ease the tension, to take back the hurt he caused. He had to draw her out of this mood. “There is one other reason I wouldn’t leave, though,” he said, letting a hint of tease creep into his voice
 
“What?”
 
“Well, I lost something awhile ago and you found it, but haven’t given it back to me. I can’t leave until you do.”
 
She looked at him in confusion. Minutes ago they were screaming at each other and now he was looking at her with that silly grin of his. When she said nothing, his face took on a wounded expression.
 
“You don’t even know you have it, do you?”
 
“Have what?” she finally asked.
 
“My heart.”
 
For some absurd reason, she looked at his chest, at the swell of muscle underneath his shirt. His heart. Lya’s own heart gave a funny little lurch. He cared about her. In his own way, his silly, joking, charming, adorable, touching way, he cared.
 
She wasn’t mad at him anymore, had never really been mad at him in the first place. She didn’t regret that he put her in charge; she preferred it in fact. She liked leading and making decisions. She was just tired and frustrated and Alistair was the only one she could take it out on. He was in the same position she was, the only one who understood exactly what they were going through. And when her anger—all to close to the surface these days—got too bottled up, she took it out on him because he was strong enough to take it.
 
And he understood. She’d always had trouble admitting she was wrong, in finding the words to erase to hurts she caused. Alistair had told her after their first fight that she didn’t need to apologize, that it was all right and he understood. He didn’t need to hear an apology. But…she needed to tell him, and if words weren’t right, she would have to find another way to show it.
 
Hesitatingly, she raised her hand and put it over his heart. Her fingers moved and pressed until she could feel the faint beat within his chest. He was so warm, she thought, blushing a little. She could feel his pulse speed up beneath her hand and his breathing turned ragged. “I think I found it,” she murmured.
 
“Found what?” he asked breathlessly. She was so close, her hand resting on his chest. He couldn’t think when she was this close. She drowned out all other thoughts and left him a gibbering idiot.
 
“Your heart.”
 
“Oh, uh, you must have snuck it back when I wasn’t looking.” Why was it so warm out? It had been chilly earlier, so why did it suddenly feel as if it were noon on a summer day?
 
“Well, you have it back now.”
 
“I, um, changed my mind. I—I don’t want it back. You keep it.” He groaned inwardly. Smooth, Alistair, real smooth. Why did he have to turn into a complete moron around her? Her fingers continued to stroke his chest and it was driving him mad.
 
“Alistair,” she said, “do you remember when I said I needed more testing to find out if we were moving too fast?”
 
“Um, yes….”
 
“I think I’d like to see how we’re doing now.” Alistair’s last thought was that they should have fights more often.
 
~*~
 
They returned to camp awhile later. Zevran observed they were both blushing and Lya was mussed just so. He stared in disbelief and muttered, “You cannot be serious!”
 
Next to him, Leliana just laughed and patted his arm. “Welcome to the group, Zevran.”

[Glorfindel709]

Wow LadyD... I really loved the explosion Lya had, it really portrayed the frustration of someone thrown into command of people and struggling to separate the necessity of command from the personal relationships.



Zevrans musing were of course, both enlightening and funny, especially his reaction to the Wardens returning from their "argument".

[RagingCyclone]

tgail, you wanted something with Leliana for the prompt fill, for so here is a second one that starts with Alistair, but finishes with her. I used some of the dialogue from the game because, well, it's really good and fits what I always felt they would say to each other:



The Confession

(using dialogue from the game)



Alistair and Dan knelt by the large campfire enjoying the warm it provided on the chilly night. Out of the corner of his eye Alistair caught Dan looking towards Leliana as she quietly strummed on her instrument. She was always playing it with at one time or another when they were at camp. This was not the first time he had caught Dan looking in her direction, but tonight Dan seemed more nervous than before. And then Alistair noticed it, and small bead of sweat rolled down the side of Dan's bald head. He decided now was as good a time as any to speak up.

"Dan, you're staring again"

"Huh?"

"I said you're staring at her again."

"Her who? I'm not staring."

"Uh huh. And you're sweating."

"I am not," Dan protested as he wiped the single bead from his head.

"You're nervous. Wow, I have never seen you nervous before. You must really like Leliana."

"I'm not nervous," Dan protested again. "I mean, not about Leliana. Why would I be nervous? I mean she's charming, has a great singing voice, and she's beautiful. But I'm not nervous."

"Uh huh."

"She doesn't make me nervous. Well...she does a little...ok...maybe a lot....I don't know. I just...she's...she's...Leliana...and...."

Alistair sat back on the nearby log and reveled in his friend's stammering. He knew Dan had been with women before, but could tell Leliana was having a different affect on him. A sly grin crept on his face that Dan noticed right away.

"What are you smiling about?"

"You're falling for her, aren't you? Falling for a women like you never have before."

"Falling? Like...in love? No...well...am I? I don't know...I've never felt like this before." Dan plopped onto the ground not even trying to sit on the log. "Maybe...but ...I can't tell if she feels the same way about me. And you're no help."

"Me?" Alistair laughed. "What makes you say that?"

Dan looked at him. "We've had THAT conversation. You know full well what I mean."

"Then look, why don't you just go talk to her and find out?"

Dan gathered himself and stood up. "Ok, but if she laughs at me, I'm coming right back over here and punching you in the head for making me do this!"

"Just go to her, already"

************************************************************************************

As Dan approached Leliana, she stood to greet him. A warm smile crossed her face, and her pale blue eyes glittered in the moonlight.

"Oh. Hello"

"Hi..Leliana. Do you have a moment?"

"Of course. I enjoy these nights at camp. The night always seems more peaceful, to me. Safer."

"I do too."

"I feel the night grants us a reprieve from the troubles of the day. Silly, isn't it? The darkspawn never sleep, and they lurk in the shadows."

Dan took a step closer to her. "It's not silly to seek moments of peace and quiet. Not silly at all."

"I enjoy those nights when we stand guard together, talking to pass the time in those small hours...well, I talk and you listen, mostly..." She stammered. "Sometimes I succumb and fall asleep, and wake to find you still watchful and I know you're watching out for me."

She stepped closer to him. Dan feel a small bead of sweat form on his brow. "You will never have to feel afraid with me. I would never let anyone or anything harm you."

"W-what I am trying to say is...is that I trust you. I'm comfortable around you. I know you'll be there when I need you. You are our...our leader, and my friend and...sometimes I think that m-maybe we could be more than that..." she stammered again. Her cheeks reddened. "Maker...look at me, stumbling over my words like some ill-educated peasant girl. Some bard I am..."

A lump formed in Dan's throat. He felt a tightness in his chest and his hands began to feel clammy. It was now or never. He could see she was just as nervous as he was. And his words failed him.

"You're cute when you're embarrassed." And he cursed himself for saying something so stupid.

"I'm not embarrassed! I'm just...flustered because...of the...heat," she said as her face reddened even more.

Dan stepped closer thinking to himself he can't falter again. "I've always wanted us to be more than just friends."

"Really? N-no one told me. You..you felt the same way and didn't do me the courtesy of informing me? Y-you made me say all of those things! Why couldn't you have said them first? Oh, you...oh, how very awkward..."

"I...I...well...I..." Dan stammered. His cheeks beginning to redden themselves.

'Oh, chivalry is so dead. Making the lady spill her guts like that..."

Dan decided to seize the moment. Reaching gently with his right he pulled her closer and kissed her. The warmth of her lips touching his, the slight smell of her perfume intoxicated him, and the tightness grew in his chest, but not painful like before. And a feeling of joy overwhelmed him. As the kiss ended he looked into her eyes, and she was smiling like he had never seen her smile before.

"I'm sorry I took this long. I should have done this long ago."

Leliana returned Dan's gaze. "You'll never had to say that," she smiled as she pulled him back into another kiss. They embarrassed each other for several long moments in that kiss, neither wanting to let the other go.

[Thiefy]

tuppence95 wrote...

Cullen's been one of my favorite characters.  It would be nice to see more of him.  I might give that mod a try after this game.  I can't imagine using it for Gilmore though, with a voiced mod already available for him.

From cme's Cullen mod.

omg that is so adorable!

will definately have to load up that mod on my pc version >_<

[sevalaricgirl]

Ok, I'm coming to the Alistair pros. Here is my problem. I have IRS and found that I didn't unzip a file tucked inside a file, anyway, everything is unzipped now and in the proper folders but I still don't get the hug option or the private moments time. Shouldn't this show up when you're in camp and ask him something private? Please tell me what mods you have and don't have and I'll do a refresh of my mods. I want my Alistair hug and private moments. Thanks in advance. If I have to, I'll uninstall the game and redo, but I'm hoping that I don't have to. What a hassle that would be. Please help.

BTW, I have not on the IRS_Alistair in my override folder but I also took the contents out of the folder and put it in the override folder. Which do I need to do. It seems that neither works.  I also have to have the hair mod, is there a good one for the elf that's better than the one called better hair I think.  There were two very cute hair styles that a human got that don't show up for an elf.  I was rather disappointed in that. 

Modifié par sevalaricgirl, 02 janvier 2011 - 03:33 .

[LadyDamodred]

@Sevala: I believe the latest version of IRS-A is a dazip, which means you don't need to unzip anything, you just use the daupdater.exe to install it. Everything should then work.

If you have an older, manual version of the mod, then you should only need to unzip that file. If there are other things in there that need unzipping, then something is wrong. If you have a manual version, I suggest deleting and getting the latest dazip. If you don't want to do that, then the zip file should just be extracted in the override folder.

Hugs and private time are only available at certain levels with Alistair, which I'm probably sure you have. See if getting the latest version helps.

Modifié par LadyDamodred, 02 janvier 2011 - 03:35 .

[RagingCyclone]

LadyD, brilliant as always. *bows*

[sevalaricgirl]

Yup, already slept with him, so they should work but don't and I'm sure I have the latest version which is what I started out with. That didn't work and there are recommended mods that I included. Nothing seems to be working the way it should be. I mean it's fine the way it is, but I'm jealous of everyone who is getting hugs and private time.

[LadyDamodred]

If you have the latest version, is it a .zip or a .dazip?  Crucial difference.  I suggest deleting everything and getting this version.  It's a dazip and compatible with tmp's mild romances if you have/want to have that mod.  It is a .dazip, so you simply drop it into overrides and use the daupdater.exe to select and install it and you're good to go.

[sevalaricgirl]

Thanks, I'm trying that one.  No go on that one too.  I'd hate to have to uninstall the game but looks like it and then redo all the mods. 

Modifié par sevalaricgirl, 02 janvier 2011 - 04:00 .