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[Tigress M]

You're welcome, Addai! I've got tons of reading to enjoy now.

Edit for ToP:

"Is there someone else we should be bringing back from the brink of death?"

Modifié par Tigress M, 05 février 2011 - 11:18 .

[Reika]

What a beautiful prompt fill, LadyD.



@KoP - I don't see why people would hate it, I think that's rather interesting. I'll just need some time to think it over.

[Eber]

LadyDamodred wrote...

Hrm. *taps chin* The official prompt will require more thought. I wish we knew more about him.

I think you are to assume he was draconian. He's Orlesian after all.

[Merilsell]

Tis a political prompt this time, isn't it? Interesting but not my cup of tea. I have my hands full with my monster-fic anyway ^^

[KnightofPhoenix]

Merilsell wrote...

Tis a political prompt this time, isn't it? Interesting but not my cup of tea. I have my hands full with my monster-fic anyway ^^

Doesn't necessarily have to be political.

It could be a humorous (attempted) one liner from Alistair to express something.

[RagingCyclone]

LadyD...I loved it. I can tell you a guy feels that way when a woman accepts him for him, not what he repressents. *bows to the master*

[errant_knight]

Hmm... Didn't know that Fort Drakon was named after an Orlesian. How very odd that they're still calling it that.

[Giggles_Manically]

You want funny naming?



Grant Avenue in Winnipeg is named for Cuthbert Grant a Metis Rebel.

Selkirk Avenue is named for Lord Selkirk who ran the HBC.



Both sides fought each other over the fate of the Red River settlements and the area around it.

We have two streets that cross each other, that are named for men who fought a small war against the other.

[KnightofPhoenix]

errant_knight wrote...

Hmm... Didn't know that Fort Drakon was named after an Orlesian. How very odd that they're still calling it that.

The Tower was built by the  Tevinter Imperium. I think they named it Drakon. Drakon / drakontos is a Greek word from which the word "dragon" originates.  Seeing how the Tevinter Imperium (culturally based on Rome and Greece) was fascinated by dragons, it comes as no surprise. 

[errant_knight]

Ah, well that makes more sense. While I can believe that the Orlesians would have renamed things, I can't believe that the Fereldans would have renamed them right quick.

Giggles_Manically wrote...

You want funny naming?

Grant Avenue in Winnipeg is named for Cuthbert Grant a Metis Rebel.
Selkirk Avenue is named for Lord Selkirk who ran the HBC.

Both sides fought each other over the fate of the Red River settlements and the area around it.
We have two streets that cross each other, that are named for men who fought a small war against the other.

Heh, the least they could have done was make sure the streets didn't come anywhere near each other. Or met at an armory.

Modifié par errant_knight, 06 février 2011 - 01:31 .

[LadyDamodred]

It could have also been named for the Drakon River, as it appears to practically sit on it. People don't always rename things like that.



And thank you very much, guys! Glad it resonated with you!

[KnightofPhoenix]

LadyDamodred wrote...

It could have also been named for the Drakon River, as it appears to practically sit on it. People don't always rename things like that.

Which was probably also named by the Tevinter Imperium. The word is Greek, I doubt the Alamari / native Fereldens (whose names are Gaelic) named it.

[errant_knight]

A fill for KoP's prompt (I'm no Emperor Drakon)....





“When do you want to—” Lis stopped in the doorway looking at her husband.
 
Alistair was leaning over his desk, hands flat, arms straight and tense. One hand tightened on what appeared to be a letter, wrinkling the smooth velum. His head was bowed and the stiffness of his posture told her as clearly as words that he was struggling with his temper.
 
She walked toward him. “What’s wrong? Is that a letter?”


 
“This?” He picked up the paper and waved it at her, dropping back into his chair. “It’s a friendly note from the Grand Cleric informing me that she’s considering an exalted march on Orzammar.” Alistair crumpled the letter and tossed it across the room.

He picked up a second paper. “And this is a letter from Harrowmont canceling further trade negotiations and declining to sign the new treaties I’ve been working on for months! Apparently he’s feeling a little threatened by the whole ‘surfacers coming to kill us’ thing.”
 
Alistair dropped the letter and slammed his hand down on top of it. “Fire and blight, Lis! How am I supposed to govern when the Chantry can come stomping in at any time and muck it all up? How am I supposed to deal with other rulers when the Grand Cleric can use Ferelden as a staging ground for a war against them and I can’t do a blasted thing about it? Sod it!”
 
He dragged his hands over his face then dropped them to the arms of his chair. “And to think it was an emperor who set it up like this…. What was Drakon thinking? A great strategist, and he created a hierarchy that can neuter a king.”
 
Lis walked over to him, leaned against his chair and stroked a hand over his short, thick hair. She grinned. “I know that’s not true.” Sitting on the arm of his chair, she said, “He was probably thinking that he influenced the Chantry he’d created and that they’d be an excellent tool for manipulating other countries to the benefit of Orlais—without expending any troops.” Her mouth pulled to one side. “Guess that worked.”
 
Some of the stress left Alistair’s face as he tilted his head back and looked up at her, a smile tugging at his lips. “It would seem so. They’re certainly being a pain in my newly royal behind. That is, if Orlais actually wants an exalted march.”
 
“I imagine they want anything that keeps us from getting stronger.”
 
“True.” Alistair put an arm around her waist and pulled her closer. “The question is, what do we do about all this Chantry interference? I’m no Drakon. I don’t want the Chantry tying my hands or undermining what’s best for Ferelden.”
 
Lis shook her head. “I don’t know, Alistair. I really don’t.” 
 
Standing, she took his hand and gave it a tug. “I do know one thing, though—any idea you come up with right at this moment is far too likely to involve swords or yelling.” She smiled. “It’s time for our ride and you need a break. We can talk about it over dinner when we get back.”
 
Alistair tapped a finger against his lips. “Hmmm, let’s see…. Go for a ride with my wise and lovely consort or smack my forehead into this desk until my eyes bleed….” His eyebrows arched up. “Ride it is!”
 
He rose and took her hand. “A little fresh air to clear the head and who knows? Perhaps we’ll solve the Chantry problem over a nice roast and deal with the Qun over dessert.” Leaning close, Alistair kissed her cheek then said, “Stranger things have happened—and you know what? I think we’ve seen most of them. We’ll cope with this, too.”
 
 

Modifié par errant_knight, 06 février 2011 - 09:00 .

[Melca36]

Sarah1281 wrote...

'A great many things were assumed that have not held true.'


Alistair didn’t like to think of himself as a judgmental person and yet he could safely say that he knew quite a bit about assumptions.
 
When he was born it was assumed that he’d be a threat to Cailan’s rule and so he’d be best tucked away with Cailan’s mother’s brother. It turned out that though his existence wasn’t the best kept secret, those who didn’t want Cailan to rule turned to Bryce Cousland of Highever instead of the not-quite-prince. And maybe Rowan’s brother wasn’t the most sensible choice to send a bastard child of her husband’s no matter how many years she’d be dead by the time he’d even been conceived. Not to mention that as far as secrecy went, an Arl was kind of an unlikely choice.
 
Living at Redcliffe, it had been assumed that he must have been Eamon’s bastard for all that Eamon never admitted it. Eamon had told him the truth about Maric – despite Maric’s wishes, from what he understood – the moment that he had first asked about his parentage. Because the whole point of sending Alistair to Eamon had been to keep Maric’s involvement a secret, Eamon never commented on the rumors and he was never openly asked.
 
It had been assumed that Alistair could have a nice, happy life unburdened by royal responsibilities or the stigma of being a bastard. Alistair really had to wonder if the people making these decisions for him had ever actually spent any length of time with a child or remembered being children themselves. It was one thing if he had been an acknowledged bastard under the protection of his noble father. It was quite another if everyone thought Eamon was ashamed of him and thus wouldn’t care in the slightest if he was perpetually the outcast.
 
It had been assumed that Eamon could be trusted to raise him until adulthood and make sure that he was ready for a commoner’s life. Well…Alistair was pretty sure that that was the plan at first. Then Isolde had come into the picture and even if she didn’t like him and had also firmly believed the rumors of him being her husband’s bastard (for all that he clearly wasn’t a favored son), Alistair still felt that the plan had remained unchanged. Then Isolde had gotten pregnant and feared that the child Eamon had sleeping in the stables and refused to acknowledge might put her own child’s inheritance at risk. Ten was something, he supposed, and he would always be grateful for Eamon for taking him in for that long but it was hardly old enough to go off on his own.
 
It had been assumed that the Chantry would be a good life for him. The Chantry always made sure that those in its service had a place to stay and enough to eat as well as a proper education. It wasn’t just the poor whose parents had died or couldn’t afford them who joined the Chantry, either, but some non-inheriting nobles like Bann Alfstanna’s brother. Alistair had never really just how irreverent he was until he was sent to live at a Chantry and the mandatory not-really-necessary lyrium addiction and arbitrary rules combined to ensure that he was probably better off back in the stables.
 
It had been assumed that the Grey Wardens were obsolete because all of the darkspawn had been killed in the last Blight or, failing that, were simply a dwarven problem. The darkspawn were always a dwarven problem but Alistair had seen firsthand just how badly their first line of defense against the darkspawn was failing. If Bhelen couldn’t turn Orzammar around (and given his complete and utter lack of morals, he’d better be some kind of dwarven messiah) and the city eventually fell then who would stop the darkspawn from regularly harassing the surface world even in the absence of a Blight? Oh, and speaking of…it was really hard for Alistair to see Grey Wardens as ‘obsolete’ when they were the only ones who could sense darkspawn, fight them safely, and kill the Archdemon. Thinking that the Grey Wardens were obsolete and acting accordingly had nearly gotten Ferelden annihilated and there were still at least two Blights to come. Hopefully the Fifth Blight would serve as a cautionary tale but Alistair knew that people had a short memory. He’d do what he could to make people remember them but he would be lucky to see it to fifty.
 
It was assumed that Teyrn Loghain was a great hero who loved Ferelden more than he hated Orlais. Alistair freely admitted that he didn’t really understand Loghain and, to be honest, he didn’t want to. He didn’t agree with the king and didn’t trust the Wardens so he let thousands of his own men die needlessly? What kind of monster did that? Alistair couldn’t deny that Ferelden might still be an offshoot of Orlais if it weren’t for him but that didn’t give him a free pass on everything else. Loghain may have even loved Ferelden but nothing could eclipse his hatred of Orlais and fundamental flaw was why he couldn’t see what was right in front of his face. It was why he was so dangerous and why he had to die. Sure he might have said that suddenly he understood that the Grey Wardens were right and that he had surrendered but Alistair really thought that the past year had spoken for itself and the last thing he wanted was to give Loghain the chance to finally finish what he had begun at Ostagar.
 
It was assumed that Alistair’s mother was a serving maid up at Redcliffe castle. Well…not so much assumed as outright told to Alistair. He’d even met his supposed half-sister and had been supporting her and her children since the Blight ended. By now, he was really an uncle to those children and Goldanna herself had finally deigned to be civil and that wasn’t about to stop. Just the same, one day an Orlesian elven Grey Warden mage named Fiona had come into his life and, well...Even if that could never become public, Alistair did still get some perverse satisfaction over how much Loghain must be rolling over in his grave.
 
It had been assumed that Alistair would never be king. Really, this assumption sat just fine with him and he sometimes half-suspected that he had been purposely raised so that he would be a terrible one. Just the same, Cailan had failed to trust non-traitorous bastards, to have an heir, or to live to see his twenty-sixth birthday and Loghain had failed to both not be a traitorous bastard and to NOT drive the country to civil war in the middle of a Blight. Really, somebody had to step up and by the time the Landsmeet rolled around Alistair was feeling a lot better about his inability to do a worse job than some of the so-called leadership he’d seen.
 
It had been assumed that Alistair would never be able to have a child and so, despite everything, the Theirins really would end with this generation. As Alistair watched his five-year-old daughter holding her baby brother in her arms for the first time, he decided that, of all the assumptions he’d both seen disproven and actively proven false himself, this was his favorite.

Holy Maker! So sorry for being late on my response but that was GREAT Sarah!!!   :D

[LadyDamodred]

Excellent fill, Errant! " Apparently he’s feeling a little threatened by the whole ‘surfacers coming to kill us’ thing.” *giggles*

[Yankee23]

Great job, Errant!

[errant_knight]

Thanks, guys! I'm working on an illustration for it now.
Edit: Illustration added.

Modifié par errant_knight, 06 février 2011 - 09:01 .

[RagingCyclone]

Beautifully done, errant. I like how you showed that even as king Alistair still does not have complete control due to the chantry. Much like the Crusades.

[Giggles_Manically]

@Errant if Alistair wants to get out of it, just say he is putting down bandits/darkspawn.



Over in the south.

For at least the whole summer.

Maybe the winter.

And the next spring if they are feeling frisky.



There were many ways to outmaneuver something like that.

[errant_knight]

RagingCyclone wrote...

Beautifully done, errant. I like how you showed that even as king Alistair still does not have complete control due to the chantry. Much like the Crusades.

'Will no one rid me of this turbulent Grand Cleric?'
Thanks, Rage!

[errant_knight]

Giggles_Manically wrote...

@Errant if Alistair wants to get out of it, just say he is putting down bandits/darkspawn.

Over in the south.
For at least the whole summer.
Maybe the winter.
And the next spring if they are feeling frisky.

There were many ways to outmaneuver something like that.

The problem for him isn't so much avoiding commiting troops, that's fairly doable at least in the short term, it's preventing it from happening at all and keeping good relations with the dwarves. That's a whole lot more problematic. They're drawing a blank at the moment.

[Giggles_Manically]

errant_knight wrote...

Giggles_Manically wrote...

@Errant if Alistair wants to get out of it, just say he is putting down bandits/darkspawn.

Over in the south.
For at least the whole summer.
Maybe the winter.
And the next spring if they are feeling frisky.

There were many ways to outmaneuver something like that.

The problem for him isn't so much avoiding commiting troops, that's fairly doable at least in the short term, it's preventing it from happening at all and keeping good relations with the dwarves. That's a whole lot more problematic. They're drawing a blank at the moment.

Claim that blood mages have popped up near Gwaren which is on the oppostie side of Fereldan.

Troops get some exercise, show some support for the people, clean up any local messes but stay busy because the people are spooked. Just have people run around at night making loud noises to scare the villagers.

Sorry Reverd Mother there seem to be some nasty blood mages out and about right now.
Call back later?

As for Orzamar.... well just wait till someone offs Harrowmont and hope the next guy is more open.
Because Harrowmont is not really. 

OR! If you want to tie up your troops start using them to build roads like the romans did!
EVERYONE likes better roads and it takes up a lot of time, and puts the army to use.

[errant_knight]

Giggles_Manically wrote...

errant_knight wrote...

Giggles_Manically wrote...

@Errant if Alistair wants to get out of it, just say he is putting down bandits/darkspawn.

Over in the south.
For at least the whole summer.
Maybe the winter.
And the next spring if they are feeling frisky.

There were many ways to outmaneuver something like that.

The problem for him isn't so much avoiding commiting troops, that's fairly doable at least in the short term, it's preventing it from happening at all and keeping good relations with the dwarves. That's a whole lot more problematic. They're drawing a blank at the moment.

Claim that blood mages have popped up near Gwaren which is on the oppostie side of Fereldan.

Troops get some exercise, show some support for the people, clean up any local messes but stay busy because the people are spooked. Just have people run around at night making loud noises to scare the villagers.

Sorry Reverd Mother there seem to be some nasty blood mages out and about right now.
Call back later?

As for Orzamar.... well just wait till someone offs Harrowmont and hope the next guy is more open.
Because Harrowmont is not really. 

OR! If you want to tie up your troops start using them to build roads like the romans did!
EVERYONE likes better roads and it takes up a lot of time, and puts the army to use.

All those ideas are excellent--and the roads made me smile, because Alistair in my story has a bit of a thing about the state of the roads, but still won't necessarily stop the Grand Cleric. She's already got an army--the templars.

[Giggles_Manically]

Best part about road building?



You can go:

EGADS! That section was done terribly and start over!



Besides the Templars alone wont be able to do much really.

[errant_knight]

Giggles_Manically wrote...

Best part about road building?

You can go:
EGADS! That section was done terribly and start over!

Besides the Templars alone wont be able to do much really.

Heh, I know all about how long they can do roads from my neighborhood. *sigh*
Yeah, I don't think they could win with only the Templars, but they could make a big mess, and put a lot of pressure on Alistair to provide more troops. Who knows, though? Maybe the Grand Cleric will think better of it when Alistair lies through his teeth and finds many important things for troops to do right away. They can only hope.