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[Commander of the Grey]

Yankee23 wrote...

Cause there's no Alistair on this page...

Quoted because I have never seen it before and because it just made my whole friggin year. 

[Zjarcal]

KnightofPhoenix wrote...

Alistairschica wrote...

.........

A golem and an Alicorn walked into a bar...

Okay, I have no idea. I'm bigger on sarcasm than humor. I would like to see the KoP minions do the Thriller dance, though.

Same.
A disadvantage when there is no one saying something stupid to be sarcastic about.

Eh... I voted in a poll two days ago about who was my favorite companion from Origins, posted that Loghain was my third favorite, and then got a PM from the poll creator telling me that after a year he still can't understand why someone likes that d*ck.

Sorry, I haven't encountered too many stupid stuff to make of fun of.

[cmessaz]

Yankee is good to us. In my NSFW thread, there is a really nice..men of DA photo she made that is full of win. But a bit too much for this thread, sadly.

[KnightofPhoenix]

Zjarcal wrote...
Eh... I voted in a poll two days ago about who was my favorite companion from Origins, posted that Loghain was my third favorite, and then got a PM from the poll creator telling me that after a year he still can't understand why someone likes that d*ck.

Sorry, I haven't encountered too many stupid stuff to make of fun of.

Then one wonders why he put him as an option in the first place.

Eh, too unoriginal.

[Commander of the Grey]

KnightofPhoenix wrote...

Alistairschica wrote...

.........

A golem and an Alicorn walked into a bar...

Okay, I have no idea. I'm bigger on sarcasm than humor. I would like to see the KoP minions do the Thriller dance, though.

Same.
A disadvantage when there is no one saying something stupid to be sarcastic about.

For some reason, I am reminded of the Monty Python episode where he signs up for an arguing session.  I would love to run a sarcasm business.  I'd even ask you to be President.  And that made me picture a life size, cardboard cut out of Morrigan in your office. 

[Giggles_Manically]

cmessaz wrote...

@Giggles, Lol I just noticed your Sheogorath sig. Awesome!

Yep.

Did you know that Jygalagg is the Prince of biscuits... no order... yep order.

[KnightofPhoenix]

Alistairschica wrote...
For some reason, I am reminded of the Monty Python episode where he signs up for an arguing session.  I would love to run a sarcasm business.  I'd even ask you to be President.  And that made me picture a life size, cardboard cut out of Morrigan in your office. 

lol yea that episode was funny.

And cardboard Morrigan?
As President, I'll devote 90% of our ressources to create a real life Morrigan!

It's alive! Alive!!

...I've always wanted to say that.
(cookie for the one who knows the reference. Not you Giggles)

Modifié par KnightofPhoenix, 24 janvier 2011 - 03:47 .

[tuppence95]

Giggles, I love seeing the original Bob story!  

I'm stubbornly determined to remain excited about DA2 until it's released.  Then we'll see.  

I have no new screenshots.

[Commander of the Grey]

There is also plenty of needless bickering in the DA 2 forums. You might not return in the same mental condition though.

[Commander of the Grey]

KnightofPhoenix wrote...

Alistairschica wrote...
For some reason, I am reminded of the Monty Python episode where he signs up for an arguing session.  I would love to run a sarcasm business.  I'd even ask you to be President.  And that made me picture a life size, cardboard cut out of Morrigan in your office. 

lol yea that episode was funny.

And cardboard Morrigan?
As President, I'll devote 90% of our ressources to create a real life Morrigan!

It's alive! Alive!!

...I've always wanted to say that.
(cookie for the one who knows the reference. Not you Giggles)

I might need to re-evaluate your position then or we might not have the resources to pay our bills.  Unless I get Alistair, of course.   The same resources, too.    No shoddy, second rate scientist for him. 

Frankenstien or the Bride of? 

[KnightofPhoenix]

Alistairschica wrote...
I might need to re-evaluate your position then or we might not have the resources to pay our bills.  Unless I get Alistair, of course.   The same resources, too.    No shoddy, second rate scientist for him. 

Frankenstien or the Bride of? 

Or to conserve ressources, we could just settle with each other and focus on something else?
You know...for the good of the nation...eherm...

And it's David Xanatos. The "I've always wanted to say that".

Modifié par KnightofPhoenix, 24 janvier 2011 - 03:55 .

[Giggles_Manically]

Curse you KoP!



Promising cookies and taking them from me!

[Commander of the Grey]

I was addicted to that show. A female cop and a gargoyle? Most awesome thing ever. Xanatos was an...not a very nice man! I liked the little fat gargoyle the most. Dim witted humor at it's best. Did it finish it's run? I remember being mad, thinking it didn't. I wanted a romance, darnit!



Focus on what, exactly? Sharpening our dry wit? You taking the company jet and cardboard Morrigan to Vegas without filling out the proper paper work? Watch it, or she'll end up folded and made into a bookend on my desk.

[KnightofPhoenix]

Alistairschica wrote...

I was addicted to that show. A female cop and a gargoyle? Most awesome thing ever. Xanatos was an...not a very nice man! I liked the little fat gargoyle the most. Dim witted humor at it's best. Did it finish it's run? I remember being mad, thinking it didn't. I wanted a romance, darnit!

Focus on what, exactly? Sharpening our dry wit? You taking the company jet and cardboard Morrigan to Vegas without filling out the proper paper work? Watch it, or she'll end up folded and made into a bookend on my desk.

@ bolded. Yes, he's awesome!!!!

We'll think of something I am sure. Like world domination.

[cmessaz]

Giggles_Manically wrote...

cmessaz wrote...

@Giggles, Lol I just noticed your Sheogorath sig. Awesome!

Yep.

Did you know that Jygalagg is the Prince of biscuits... no order... yep order.

And he tried to stop him with Clowns!!!

[Commander of the Grey]

For some reason, I think I'll be doing all of the leg work. You'll be at your desk with your fingers steepled and shadows highlighting your devious thinking eyebrow much like your icon. Which is fine. As long as I get Saturday's off. Taking over the world with sarcasm is tiring business. We'll need to discuss my raise after my 30 day grace period is up, though. And no, cookies will not suffice.



Someone give me something Alistair related to discuss so I don't keep making this off topic. I feel like a bad person for having no screenshots.

[RagingCyclone]

Random Prompt Pic:

[KnightofPhoenix]

Alistairschica wrote...

For some reason, I think I'll be doing all of the leg work. You'll be at your desk with your fingers steepled and shadows highlighting your devious thinking eyebrow much like your icon. Which is fine. As long as I get Saturday's off. Taking over the world with sarcasm is tiring business. We'll need to discuss my raise after my 30 day grace period is up, though. And no, cookies will not suffice.

Someone give me something Alistair related to discuss so I don't keep making this off topic. I feel like a bad person for having no screenshots.

Yes, your work will involve lots of legs.

Ok I'll stop lol

[Commander of the Grey]

KnightofPhoenix wrote...

Alistairschica wrote...

For some reason, I think I'll be doing all of the leg work. You'll be at your desk with your fingers steepled and shadows highlighting your devious thinking eyebrow much like your icon. Which is fine. As long as I get Saturday's off. Taking over the world with sarcasm is tiring business. We'll need to discuss my raise after my 30 day grace period is up, though. And no, cookies will not suffice.

Someone give me something Alistair related to discuss so I don't keep making this off topic. I feel like a bad person for having no screenshots.

Yes, your work will involve lots of legs.

Ok I'll stop lol

Considering that my sarcasm is only eclipsed by my dirty mindedness...yes, that would be wise. 

[Commander of the Grey]

RagingCyclone wrote...

Random Prompt Pic:

Warden: *whispering*  Is she still there?
Alistair:  I'm too scared to look.  You know, I'm still waiting for you to kick her ass-.
Warden:  Not happening.  Besides, that spell she's chanting sounds an awful lot like Cone of Cold.
Alistair:  .............Wait, what?


My mind is feeling rather retarded at the moment.  Forgive me.

[RagingCyclone]

Alistairschica, here's the original prompt post with the opening story, you might like it.

http://social.biowar...199/781#5329755

Modifié par RagingCyclone, 24 janvier 2011 - 04:48 .

[Jon Jern_]

Hi everybody, I just realised ever since I got my greedy hands on Starcraft 2 I haven't played Dragon Age for two weeks.
Time flys by.

Modifié par Jon Jern , 24 janvier 2011 - 04:54 .

[Commander of the Grey]

  I liked it indeed.  Thank you.  Morrigan drunk would be scary, but hilarious as an onlooker.

[errant_knight]

Alistairschica wrote...

RagingCyclone wrote...

Random Prompt Pic: *snipped to please the moderators even though it's germaine*

Warden: *whispering*  Is she still there?
Alistair:  I'm too scared to look.  You know, I'm still waiting for you to kick her ass-.
Warden:  Not happening.  Besides, that spell she's chanting sounds an awful lot like Cone of Cold.
Alistair:  .............Wait, what?


My mind is feeling rather retarded at the moment.  Forgive me.

LOL! That totally looks like what they're saying.

[Commander of the Grey]

I'm not sure how all of this prompt business works, so forgive me if I'm out of line. This is something I've had on my fanfiction account for a while and I wanted to share it with everyone here. It's not done but it won't be long. Three chapters written: Warden first person: Alistair married to Anora.



Setting: After Awakenings

ANGST because it's good for the soul sometimes.



Chapter One



Standing on the rampart overlooking the courtyard of Vigil’s Keep and the homes beyond, I feel sadness tear at my heart. This pain is no stranger to me. It is the friend that I hold closest now. Through the cold stone walls I can hear echoes of Oghren’s laughter, hear Ander’s muffled contempt. I should turn and go inside. I should sit with them as I use to, I should free myself to laugh.



Instead, I follow the rampart to a side door that will lead me down to ground level, bypassing the people that wander within the halls. A cold wind stirs the cloak at my back, the chill felt through the light armor I wear. They will not understand why I do this, why I have decided to leave. Some will call me a coward, label me a deserter, but I need no one else’s judgment. I do this for myself. My first selfish act since my life changed that day, so long ago.



Down a winding staircase, the heels of my boots resounding in a whisper against the walls as I follow a short hall to another door. Back out into the cold, the night sky a blanket of clouds that block the stars from my view. I take nothing save the swords at my back and the memories of all that I have lost. They are all I need, the only things that remain to me now.



A spattering of rain begins as I stride across the courtyard. Torch flames hiss as I pass, as if they know what is to come. The few guards that patrol salute me as I go. I nod to them. They have also sacrificed more than the world will ever know. They are not my enemies. They are not my friends. Not anymore.



The homes thin as I follow the path leading out of the Vigil. My heart clenches as I near the arch but my steps never slow. I will not let my memories weaken me. I will not allow myself to linger on what could have been.



Fate is such a strange thing. Rearing it’s head when resolve becomes set and everything becomes thrown off balance. As the fields along the path fade into the darkness, I hear the approach of hooves, like thunder rumbling throughout my life. I block the path but do not care to move. Perhaps the mount senses me. As I catch the first glimpse of it’s eyes in the darkness, it rears up, expressing it’s discomfort at being hindered so abruptly. The rider lets out an exclamation, clinging to it’s mane as he tries to calm the startled beast.



Hooves return to the rain softened earth and I move aside to resume my walk.



“Commander?”



The voice sounds unsure and I can feel the rider peering at me in the darkness. I pull the cloaks hood over my head to keep the rain at bay.



“It is you!” The rider exclaims, clamoring down from his mount. “I bring urgent news from the palace at Denerim. I am to give it to no one but you.”



No matter how much I may wish it to be so, fate will not let me die in peace.



* * * * * * *



Two days later









The rain seemed never ending. Fitting that the sky would be grey as I stand staring at the palace gates. There was no happiness to be found here. No reason why the sun should shine down upon me ever again. This was where the last crushing blow had fallen, delivered by my own hand, in a manner of speaking. My decision had altered the course of my life. I had no one else to blame so it was fitting that I be the one to punish my own stupidity.



A man in silver mail rattles down the courtyard steps, rain drops falling from the rim of his helmet like tears. He crosses an arm over his breastplate, bowing slightly as he approaches.



“Commander. If you will follow me.”



Why was I even here? I ask myself this question as he leads me up the stairs to the double doors leading into the palace. Hinges creak as we enter and my senses become overwhelmed from the sudden warmth and the fragrant scents that thicken the air.



My hands are darkened with the blood of many countless battles but meandering along the carpeted hall, my feet want nothing more than to run, to be as far from this place as humanly possible. I have survived the Deep Roads, slaughtered ogre’s with barely a hitch in my breath, struck the archdemon down without hesitation, but I dread what waits for me within these walls. Fear it as I have feared nothing that has come before.



Through another set of double doors into a large room with a fireplace that banishes the cold from my skin. The wood crackles just as my nerves do, my eyes sweeping the room until they settle on the lone figure standing at the hearth. Another stab of pain and I steel myself for what is to come.



Queen Anora turns to face me, face and clothes as I remember from all that time ago. How long had it been now? One year? Two? It was all a blur to me now, one daze blending into another, my life continuing on with no help from me.



“It is good to see you again…old friend.”



There is no warmth in her voice, nor do I expect any. The words are hollow, meaningless. She and I both know this but appearance means everything in the company of others.



“Likewise, Your Majesty.”



I do not recognize my own voice, for it has been ages since I last heard it. I can hear the bite behind it, the lack of respect. I have never liked her. It was always about Fereldan; the people. I was a different person back then, back when I had faith in the world and the people around me. That was no longer the case.



“Alistair sends his regards as well.” She informs, blue eyes cutting into me. “He is in a meeting and unable to join us, I’m afraid. Perhaps you will have a chance to speak with him after you have rested.”



She meant every word as an insult, hoping to cut me where she knew I would bleed the worst. That which doesn’t kill you, will only fuel your anger.



“Your company is more than enough, Your Majesty. I understand how busy the King is compared to you.”



Pale eyebrows become a line of pure hate, lips pursed and ready to spill words. It is gone within the blink of an eye, replaced by a cold emptiness her Father had been respected for. Nothing short of her killing the archdemon with her bare hands would make me respect this woman.



“We should retire to a more…private setting, do you not agree? There is much to discuss.”



“As you wish.”



She folds her hands together at her waist as she heads toward the adjoining hall. Anora is the epitome of grace, of beauty, but it is all a mask, a masquerade to hide the cobra lurking within. I had known this, had experienced first hand the devious intentions in her heart. Her words, her actions were like poison, eating away at everything she touched.



I had known this. And my actions had made her Queen.



There was no greater fool than I.



Rooms line the hall, paintings of past Kings and Queens offering a taste of history. An elfin maid comes scurrying out of the pantry, arms laden with a tray of food and drink, feet carrying her to a door at the end of the hall. Anora leads me to an enclosed stairway just as the girl raps her knuckles on the worn wood. There is muffled consent, the door swinging open as she hurries inside.



“My, my, I see my luck as improved tenfold for there is no lovelier sight than that of my favorite Grey Warden.”



My feet become rooted, emotions scattering out of my control like dust in the wind. All of the things that I have kept locked away rush to the surface, a tidal wave that threatens to consume my very being. I try to rein it in as my eyes begin to burn, the pale blue of Anora’s dress blurring into a cloud.



“Ah, you act as if you have not missed me but I know this is not true.” Zevran teases, having approached. “Turn and let me see your eyes filled with the longing you have always denied me.”



I grit my teeth until my jaw begins to ache.



I thought I would be more prepared, able to face my past without flinching but like so many things, it had all been a lie, just another deception. I missed them. All of them, the hole in my heart too large to cover. I had lost so much; was losing things still. I slam down every barrier I can find, all of the ones I have built over the years.



I hear the metallic whisper of armor and, as I turn, Alistair, the King of Fereldan, appears in the doorway. The years have been hard on him, the wrinkles around his eyes and mouth now more pronounced. They had always appeared whenever he smiled, disappearing with his laughter. Hazel eyes watch me, mouth set into a grim line.



Respect, pain, love; all of these things force me down to one knee, my head bowed.



“Your Majesty.” My voice does not waiver and I am grateful.



“Commander.”



I can feel Zevran’s eyes dart between us, his expression turning to distaste.



“Time does not heal all wounds it seems.” The Assassin mutters.



Alistair’s scowl deepens and I rise, aware of Anora lurking behind me still. I don’t have to turn to see her amusement; I can feel it crawling along my skin. It has become my mission in life, aside from fighting darkspawn, to knock her down from her pedestal when the opportunity presents itself.



“I convinced him to marry a shrew.” I say, calm when I am anything but. “I wouldn’t forgive me either.”



“I think it would be best if you learned why you were summoned and then took your leave.” Anora remarks, words dripping with ice. “Your lack of respect for your Queen will not end well if you remain.”



“Seeing as how I didn’t wish to come here to begin with, I completely agree.”



Alistair heads back into the room followed by Anora and Zevran. The Assassin tosses me a smile of approval as I move to follow and I find myself returning it without hesitation. It was like old times but even I knew such things could never be again.



The elfin maid nearly collides with me as I step into the room before hurrying on the finish her chores. The room is in fact a study, the walls lined with bookshelves, packed from ceiling to floor. A large oak desk is positioned near the fireplace and Alistair takes a seat, the chair large enough to accommodate his massive armor. It occurs to me that he should be in normal attire which meant that he had either just returned to the palace or was preparing to leave.



Something coils in my stomach, a sense of foreboding and, not for the first time, I wish that I had not come here.



Anora moves to stand behind him, the fire in the windowless room creating a halo around them both. Zevran takes a step back to be at my side, arching an eyebrow in my direction. I smile again, though more forced and offer a slight shake of my head in answer to his silent question. Though killing her would make my day, it would not go well for either of us in the long run.



Though I did appreciate the attempt to lighten my mood.



Alistair shuffles a stack of documents adorning his desk, his posture stiff. The movement upsets an ink well, knocking it over onto it’s side. Black liquid streams to the floor. He simply stares at it, as does Anora. The difference in their expressions is the true tell of how unfit a match they really are. The Queen seems annoyed, her eyes on the intricate rug positioned beneath the desk that is now ruined. Alistair’s expression becomes pained, the cost of the rug the last thing on his mind. When he finally moves to clean the mess, Anora places her hand on his armored shoulder.



“Don’t worry yourself, husband. I will have one of the servants take care of it.”



Anora strides from the room, avoiding my gaze. The change in her is too sudden. She had been eager for this moments before and now-



“I need your help.”



My startled eyes settle onto Alistair’s haggard face, meeting his gaze full on for the first time since…well, since after the Landsmeet.



“I’m listening.” I say carefully.



“King Bhelen sent a request. Why he didn’t have it sent to you is something of a mystery unless this is his attempt to get on my good side.” Alistair replies. “It seems that all traces of darkspawn within the Deep Roads have disappeared. Since their behavior also affects Grey Wardens, he has asked if I would like to send a search party of my own to investigate. Members of the Legion will be venturing deeper underground in the next few days and he wants a Warden to accompany them.”



“If this is true, if the darkspawn have indeed vanished, that will certainly hinder your plan, will it not?” Zevran remarks, turning accusing eyes my way.



My heart literally stalls as I look to him, unwilling to believe. There was no way he could know-



“Why do you seem so surprised, my dear Warden? Did you think that Oghren was only receiving letters from his charming wife?” The Elf makes a clicking noise with his tongue. “No, no, he sent word to me when your behavior began to change. He is quite observant when the mood strikes him, or when he’s low on ale. I am sure they are the same thing, however.”



“Oghren can’t find his pants most of the time.” I reply, looking away. “I wouldn’t trust anything he says.”



“Is that so? So, you do not intend to venture into the Deep Roads to commit suicide, then?”



Despite the raging fire, I can feel the warmth drain from my body, fingers growing numb.



“You attempted to leave the Keep with no belongings, without saying goodbye to your fellow Wardens.” Zevran continues. “You were not intending to return, of that I am certain.”



I can feel Alistair’s eyes boring into me but I refuse to look at him. I can’t. Anger washes over me, through me.



“What I choose to do with my life should be no ones concern but my own. Talk about me behind my back all you wish but it will change nothing.”



“Yes, because your life is so miserable that you can not possibly go on living. It was your choices that brought you here and now you choose to run from them.” Zevran remarks, snide. “I never pictured you as a coward and yet here you stand.”



“Zevran-.” Alistair begins, tone lowered in warning.



“That coming from a man who does not have the balls to return to his own home. A bit hypocritical, don’t you think?” I snap, turning to face him. “Whether I face my death now or thirty years down the road, the end will be the same. There are no attacks. There is no Blight. I no longer serve a purpose except to run errands. I will do as I damn well please.”



Sick of the conversation, tired beyond reason, I turn to go but Zevran is one of the best; ready to stab you in the back the moment it is turned.



“Admit that you do this because Alistair is lost to you. If you are going to die, be brave enough to face the reason.”



My fingers curl into fists, nails digging into my palms but I manage to keep walking. I admit nothing. I know the reason, feel it every morning when I wake, endure it every moment of every day.



“I will head to Orzammar. I was going there anyway.”



Down the hall, past the guards and the maid hurrying along with a pail of soapy water clutched in hand. Back out into the open air. I fill my lungs with it, pausing at the top of the steps as I watch the clouds pass by. The courtyard is bathed in gray, a breeze stirring my hair, cheeks becoming chilled. I raise shaking fingers to find that I am crying.



“Is it true?”



I whirl before I think. Alistair is standing only a few steps away, his nearness still able to stagger me even after all this time.



My hand falls away just as the clouds break, the sunlight almost blinding against the silver/gold of his armor. I have never regretted helping him take the throne and moments like this, when I see him in such a way, fills my heart with peace. Whether he believed it or not, he had always been meant for this.



“Do I intend to force my Calling?” I inquire. “Yes.”



“Have you lost your mind?”



I actually jump at his sudden outburst. It isn’t a yell but the anger behind each word is felt like a slap to my face. I can do nothing but stare as he strides forward, taking hold of my arms.



My choices had led me here and there was no going back.