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[inclemency]

Finished the rest, omg y'all are just great, this is all fantastic!

LadyD - I sure do love your Lya and the effect she has on Alistair; and lol @ the dragon practice!

Jess - Love the rose picture

Shratty - Your fleshed out version was another heartbreaker, great work

Wulfram - You made me laugh out loud at that, love it

Bleetman - Lmao every time I look at it, you nailed it!

Melca - A unique view, and I loved it!

Gilsa - Great drawing, poor Alistair is right, I have a feeling poor Anora in future (good!) 

Toni - Really nice drawing, and no, not too boyish, great job!


And thanks for the kind words, Reika and Brii, and Sky and Tigress, really appreciate it 


Shratty, this last drawing cracked me up! love it.


Alistair and Myrdo for ToP

Modifié par inclemency, 14 novembre 2010 - 04:19 .

[Reika]

I'm still amused by that pic, inclemency. Alistair looks a little ticked off and a little sick. Myrdo looks pretty pissed off.

[inclemency]

Reika wrote...

I'm still amused by that pic, inclemency. Alistair looks a little ticked off and a little sick. Myrdo looks pretty pissed off.

Lol, they sure do, too funny!   Have a dearth of screens still, so that had to be the one 


Edit:
Here is Alistair in 'The Hat', figured I'd put him in a fitting outfit, as well 

Modifié par inclemency, 14 novembre 2010 - 05:07 .

[Merilsell]

A/N: Yay for prompts and Mahariel/Alistair love, since I settle most of them in my “Of elves and humans” universe. The prompts give me the freedom and chance to indulge in more advanced topics than I'm right now, as well to write an AU-version of the main- events. Which means that they don't necessary happen like this in my main story. This one isn't exactly that creative...but the first thing that came to mind. Besides angry Alistair is hot. Oh, and if you find grammar mistakes you can keep them, hahaha *cough*

Edited for...well edited version

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Black and white

Alistair restlessly wandered up and down in his room in Redcliffe castle and tried desperately to distract himself from the raw anger bubbling within him. In his head one thought kept replaying over and over again.

How could she have done this?

He just didn't understand. For a long while he kept this nervous routine up, his body all tensed and the fist clenched at his side while he waited for her to return.

At the moment the handle was pressed down, Alistair's head snapped to the door, well knowing that he had lost the inner struggle against that overbearing irate feeling.

Her blond head peeked through the crack of the door, blinking bewildered as she perceived his odd, agitated behavior."By the Creators, Alistair, wh –

"Lenya, we need to talk!" He growled at an instant, even before the Dalish had fully entered his...their... room.

Something in his voice made her frown, afraid even. She never had seen him so enraged before. Alerted, she slipped into their room and waited for him to actually explain.

"H-how could you do this?" He snapped at her and his breath trembled as he fixed her with a stare. "You have killed Lady Isolde."

"I have wha - ?" Lenya's posture immediately changed, the anxious nuance within faded for utter exasperation. She crossed her arms, holding his angry stare. "So this is it about, huh? I haven't done such a thing and you know it. You were there after all, Alistair."

His eyes narrowed at the indifferent tone in her voice. " Oh yes," he hissed, " I was there and have seen how you have let Lady Isolde sacrifice herself to blood magic." He spat the last two words out, as if they were burning his mouth.

Lenya turned and slammed the door shut to not entertain the whole estate with their argument. She took several deep breath to calm herself down. It wasn't working. "So, you really want to fight about such a thing? Fine."

"No, I just can't understand how you could have made such a decision. How could you let Jowan use blood magic?"

"What should I have done instead that it had fitted in your Chantry-addled world view? Kill the shemlen child? Would that have made things easier for you?" She snarled in a sardonic tone, glaring up to him.

He silently held her gaze for a moment. "No, of course not. We should have gone to the Circle of Mage, seeking their help instead. We should have tried harder, instead of –

"We have discussed that before and I have told you that this was not an option," Lenya interrupted him brisk.

"But blood magic –

"Blood magic, blood magic, blood magic, is that all you care about?" The elf was screaming now. "Should I have left an abomination run free, unchecked here for a couple of days, just to go to the Circle to please you? What if the demon within that Da'len had the urge for another zombie attack, while we were away for the mages?"

"It is not all!" Alistair objected sharply. "But Connor's mother is dead, the Arl's wife. How could you live with that decision?"

Her foot tapped rapidly on the ground, her patience all spent. It was like talking to wall.

"We have already discussed that. I thought you had listen, stupid me," Lenya roared, her tone all icy. "And by the way, Alistair; I live every single day with such decisions. This is it what it means to lead! That woman has given her life freely to correct the wrong she had done. To save her son and all the shemlen in the village you and I have fought for the night before."

She shook her head, slowly backing away from him. "You idiot. If everything were so easy like you believe it is, I wouldn't have left my clan in the first place." The Dalish muttered an elvish curse under her breath and stormed to the door.

Alistair lowered his gaze and let out a long suffering sigh. On days like today, he wished it would have been just that easy for once.

Just how his life in the Chantry were.

Getting up early in the morning, then hours of praying and training until sundown. Nothing more. There was no constant fighting to survive, no Blight, no darkspawn. No questioning what Eamon would say when he wakes up, just to find out that they have killed his wife. No feelings of guilt because of it.

Everything was far more...easier. A comfortable black and white, without those complicated shades of Grey within.

During his days in the Chantry existed only good and evil and nothing in between of this. Blood magic was simply evil, as well as abominations were and therefore slain without questions. Now in his days as a Grey Warden, he ironically was forced to recognize those shades the Chantry has blindfolded him for years with their teachings. As a Grey Warden blood magic suddenly served a greater good to save lives and even an abomination. This was all but easy to grasp. Frustrating even.

Not to mention that he let all dissatisfaction out now on that one person, who was able to make such hard decisions where he could not. The woman he loved and trusted. Should have trusted.

Crap.

With a few fast steps, he strode through the room and justly reached the door as she wanted to open it.

"Alistair, I swear by the gods, if you don't get out of my way, I'll kick you there where it really hurts."

He was aware that she was all but joking, especially not with that low growling in her voice, he knew too good. Nevertheless, Alistair didn't back away, blocking the exit with his huge frame and looked pleadingly down at her. "Don't go. Please. I'm sorry."

Lenya let out an annoyed groan. "You think it is always that easy, huh? One apology and the world is whole again? You have questioned not only me but also my trust and my ability to lead. Which is by the way a role you have shoved to me in the first place, because you felt too uncomfortable to decide such things. So don't 'sorry' me now for outright screaming at me, because I have exactly done that."

He smiled apologetic. "In other words, I was a complete and utter fool? Sorry, and I mean it. It wasn't fair of me to let my frustration out on you."

"No, it wasn't," Lenya muttered quietly and shifted beneath him. He was so close that she could feel his warmth radiating to her.To her own surprise, she felt her anger already subsiding again.

"Maker, I shouldn't be second-guessing you like this, which is easy to do when you are not making the decisions." Alistair rubbed his face with one hand and sighed. "It is just that I'm so weary of all this death and – " he halted his words, as she took his hand away from his face and intertwined it within her smaller one.

"I know..."

Moved by her gentle and appeasing gesture, Alistair took her hand up and planted a chaste kiss on the backside. "Sooo, is this the part now, where you tell me that life isn't easy and scold me for being an idiot?"

Her eyebrow shot up, actually amused now."Well, I'm not Wynne, you know? Though the idiot part," she grinned, sticking her tongue out to him, "I think I've already covered that."

He chuckled. "Oh, yes, many, many, maaany times even. So you don't mind if we skip that then and advance to the fun part, right?"

With that, Alistair moved closer to the Dalish and cupped her chin to put it up for a long kiss.

Life outside the Chantry was without a doubt far more complicated, but there were some things that made it worth.

Modifié par Merilsell, 14 novembre 2010 - 02:49 .

[Reika]

Meril - Very nice, loved how he laid on that boyish charm.



Inclemency - Oh. My. Goodness. That is way too funny.

[RagingCyclone]

Meril, very good.

[Giggles_Manically]

"There were times Alistair almost wished he'd never left the Chantry."

The last six months had really weighed on Alistair.
First Ostagar, where he lost Duncan and anyone he really called a friend. Except for Bob the dwarf who had showed up the day before that is. Then having to deal with Morrigan, and Flemeth, then having to avoid assassins, than having to fulfill treaties, then having to fight a civil war, than having to keep an odd group of crazies working toghther. Added all together the events of the last half a year really had weighed on him.

Currently they were in Denerim looking for a Brother Genitivi to get the Urn of Sacred Ashes to cure Arl Eamon since he had being poisoned, by Loghain.. The party had split up to cover more ground and currently he was with Bob looking around the market district, and keeping a look on the former Carta member. No matter how many times Sten, Wynne, Leliana, or he told him to stop it, Bob had an ability to get "Grey Warden Taxes" from most people.

Made only worse by Zevran and Morrigan egging him on, or that fence Slim Couldry who swapped crime stories like old buddies when they were in town.

If he had never left the chantry he would not have seen or done so many things. Like learning what makes a good poison, and how to properly burgle both people and property from Bob. Alistair liked Bob all well and good, but sometimes it was distressing to watch him so casually pilfer things. and act like nothing was wrong. He didnt rob from people who were in trouble though, and Alistair had to admit he laughed seeing Morrigan fume when Bob gave out money to people, and offered his sage advice on life. Although most of it was about where to hit people for the best effect, and old dwarven sayings that made no sense. Still its the thought that counts Alistair realized, and most of the time Bob didnt get into to much trouble.

Currently Alistair was talking to another bored merchant in the market called Gorim, who sadly didnt know where the Brother was staying, just like the last twenty some odd people. Sighing and looking behind himself Alistair realized that he was alone, and Bob was nowhere to be seen.

"Oh maker this cant be good" Alistair thought. The last time Bob wandered off in Denerim. he managed to come back with three pairs of boots, and book about Orlesian Silks. All of which he was quite proud off.

Trying to look for him, Alistair moved through the crowd and started calling for his fellow warden. At times like these he wished he had not left the chantry While in the chantry you dont have a lyrium addled dwarf for a friend who likes to run off and cause bedlam and anarchy just to keep his skills sharp. Turning around frantically he tried to see him, but still couldn't.

"Having problems there O' Salroka of mine?" came an amused voice from behind him.
Looking behind him Alistair saw Bob, looking back up at him with a completely innocent look on his face, and he seemed to not be carry anything that he wasn't before. outside of two candy apples.

"Caramel Candy Apple?" Bob asked holding one up for him, Taking it Alistair looked at it with some suspiciousness, to make sure it was clean, he knew that Bob had a very large tolerance for most foods(no matter how dirty), that frankly scared him sometimes.

"Its clean Alistair I just bought it from an old elf lady, over there from her stall" Bob assured him. Then Bob promptly started eating his own candy apple and started to walk south from the market.

Breathing a sigh of relief alistair started eating the candy apple Bob handed him, and asked him "where are you going?"

"To Brother Genateeve's house of course it's over there" Bob replied pointing to an non descript house he had walked past a few dozen times.

"Its Brother GENITIVI, Bob, Genitivi" Alistair corrected him.
"Plus how do you know that the house over there is his?" Alistair asked him.

"Oh one of the Tranquil mages in the Wonder of Thedas knew about him and told me." Bob answered while trying to lick at some of the caramel dripping off the apple.

"What were you doing back there, thats a few streets back from the market" Alistair asked in a slightly worried tone.

"Oh Mr Slim pointed me at a mark, and a place to break in so I did that while you were asking people about Brother Gentativi" Bob replied.

"Its Brother- oh nevermind, wait you said Slim Couldrey pointed out MORE places to rob for you!!" Alistair almost screamed.

"Not so loud salroka" Bob reprimanded him, "and yes I managed to get all this stuff in around half an hour" Bob finished. Opening his pouch that he wore around his side, Alistair looked into it and saw some silver bars. a good number of gold sovereigns . and a few ornamental jewels shinning in the bottom of it.

Alistair had never felt his face fall off, his stomach tighten up, and his eyes nearly pop out of his face in the same instant before. It was a feeling that he hoped to never feel again after today.

When he finally was able to say something all that came from his mouth was:
"umm... good work I guess?"

"It was not problem really, just convinced a lady to take off her clothes than pass out. Had some troubles getting the jewels off her sword, but the Tranquil fellow loaned me a small hammer when I asked real nice." Bob responded.

Before Alistair could interject Bob continued
"The silver was all in this warehouse near there, but had all these guards in it so I lit a fire to get them distrated enough, so I could grab the silver" Bob continued as if he wasn't talking about Arson, and robbery.

"YOU LIT A BUILDING ON FIRE!!" Alistair yelled out.

"Keep your voice down salroka, I only lit some straw bundles on fire so they saw some flames and smoke, then I ran through the building sceaming FIRE, FIRE the building is on FIRRREEE!!" Bob let out a small laugh and then continued.
"Most where flat out drunk so they all ran around screaming fire! FIRE! and went out the front door, than I grabbed the loot and ran out the back door again" Bob at this point was smiling up at Alistair and seemed quite proud of himself.

"Just got to find a fence before we leave town though since I dont wont to carry this all over" Bob finished. "Oh look here we are, and I got to finish my story". overall Bob seemed very proud of himself.

As for Alistair he was so amazed and horrified at the same time that he was unable to really say anything as Bob went up and kicked on the door a few times.

"Sometimes I wish I never left the chantry" Alistair thought to himself and took another bite of his candy apple. But then that would be very dull compared to this life really.

So there is a short about my lyrium addled DC Bob Brosca.
Who shares some similarities with Nobby Nobbs from Discworld it seems.

Modifié par Giggles_Manically, 14 novembre 2010 - 06:34 .

[Reika]

Giggles, you've lived up to your screen name, I was laughing until I started crying. I hope we see more of Bob.

[Briiel]

OMG I LOVE BOB !!!!! <3<3

[ok go]

alistair thread



do you think it is possible drunk alistair went with isabela?



it says he hired a rivaini ship.

[Giggles_Manically]

Bob is really inspired by:

Nobby Nobbs from discworld though.



Just killed Leske, and saw Mam.



Then Uncle Bhelen is sending him after Branka, he is not very happy. He is only doing it for Rica though, I love the DC origin because it adds Rica.

[Lady Jess]

Oh Maker I needed that laugh. I've just screwed up the Zev romance...AGAIN! Trying to get the "love" tent proposition. But it wasn't there. And I know I did not take him to my tent ever. I waited til after Taliesen, I didn't talk to him in camp when I realized it was time for the massage offer and...nothing changed from adore to love.

Alistair is so much easier >.<

Edit: ALSO? Everyone in my game has smallclothes except my DWARF! WTF???

Modifié par Lady Jess, 14 novembre 2010 - 07:30 .

[Giggles_Manically]

@Lady Jess:

Ejoslin can point out what went wrong there I think.

[Lady Jess]

Giggles_Manically wrote...

@Lady Jess:
Ejoslin can point out what went wrong there I think.

Even Wynne accused me of making too much noise...and I'm all "what?? He's never been in my tent hag!!"

And I know he wasn't because if he had been, he wouldn't have offered the massage in the first place. Hope Ejoslin's Zevradar is working >.<

*Channels*

[Giggles_Manically]

I have a highly developed food radar it seems.



One sniff and I can tell what is cooking from a good ways. Hasn't failed me for a while.

[Lady Jess]

Giggles_Manically wrote...

I have a highly developed food radar it seems.

One sniff and I can tell what is cooking from a good ways. Hasn't failed me for a while.

lol nice! Also, I forgot to say Bob reminds me of that vendor right near the deep roads entrance L-L-L-lyrium enhanced!

*goes to bed laughing*

[Maria13]

ok go wrote...

alistair thread

do you think it is possible drunk alistair went with isabela?

it says he hired a rivaini ship.

Is that in the end slides? I've never done a drunk Alistair ending so I don't know. I do think this is a possibility, though as they can meet in the game and if he takes part in the threesome she asks to "borrow" him.  Perhaps he allows himself to be "borrowed" in order to secure passage?  Naughty boy...

[Maria13]

Lady Jess wrote...

Odd fact...Oghren dispproves -10 and wynne only -5 for killing Connor. Alistair has no opinion AT the castle...

We could speculate, Oghren has no restraint in expressing his disapproval, Wynne expresses the opinion that mages do need some containment.  Alistair is either speechless with upset or anger and/or does not want to undermine you in public.

Modifié par Maria13, 14 novembre 2010 - 10:47 .

[Herr Uhl]

Maria13 wrote...

ok go wrote...

alistair thread

do you think it is possible drunk alistair went with isabela?

it says he hired a rivaini ship.

Is that in the end slides? I've never done a drunk Alistair ending so I don't know. I do think this is a possibility, though as they can meet in the game and if he takes part in the threesome she asks to "borrow" him.  Perhaps he allows himself to be "borrowed" in order to secure passage?  Naughty boy...

Nah, they probably set sail before the landsmeet. And got stranded.

[Tigress M]

@Schratty - ROFL! Love it! Especially the "Ali Bear" endearment!

[Tigress M]

@Meri - You know I love Lenya since I'm partial to DE's and this story was perfect. I Just got through that scene yesterday in my latest playthrough so this was doubly enjoyable.

@Giggles - I love Bob! Keeps Ali on his toes!

[Niire]

I am late. LOL, but I got an idea from a ff I had been working on. Here goes...
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He knew she had been through some traumatic events in her short life, but nothing had prepared him for what happened earlier.
They had been sparring in the clearing, it was all his idea. He wanted to be sure that she could defend herself should the time come when she couldn't get the distance she needed to effectively use her bow. She tripped him up, and he fell forward, pinning her beneath him. Which could have been quite advantageous, had he not caught a glimpse of her face. She had gasped, and she looked petrified. Moving quickly, he rolled into a kneeling position, offering his hand to help her up. She brushed him aside, rather abruptly, and ran off, color drained from her face.

And now he sat, gazing off into the distance where he knew she had probably run off to. Many a time had he found her perched upon the boulder by the lake, writing or playing her mandolin or just thinking. Many a time had he gone there to keep her company. I doubt that would be a good plan now. Why in the name of the Maker do I have to be such a bumbling idiot? He shook his head, quickly turning as he heard someone approach.
"I couldn't help but notice how distressed you seem. Do you need to talk?" Leliana sat beside him, hand on his shoulder.
"If I knew what to say, maybe." Well, maybe Leliana would have a better understanding of the situation than he did...she was like a sister to her, after all.
"Something...bad...happened to her, didn't it? Before she became a Grey Warden, I mean. I think I upset her, but I don't know how I did it."
"We all have skeletons in our closet Alistair. She has a few more than most people. Why don't you go talk to her?"
"After the look she gave me, I doubt she'll want to talk to me ever again." He sighed, staring into the fire.
"That's not true. You are a dear friend to her. She really opens up to you. I think you deny yourself the...relationship you deserve with her..."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"You don't see the way she watches you? I think she might be afraid, but not of you. I say again, you really should go talk to her. Just be aware that she's been through some horrible things, things she feels shame about, even now."
He wondered what in the world Leliana meant by that. They were very close, she had even said that he was the first human she had fully trusted. But her distant past was not something she would discuss with him. And now, Leliana was hinting at something more than friendship...blast it, things were so much more simple in the Chantry...
"All right, all right. I'm going. Any...advice?"
"Be yourself. She needs a strong friend right now, I think. And not a sister. And...don't judge her too harshly. We all have regrets, yes?"
"Right." He collected himself, the same thought repeating through his mind...things were so much simpler then...

Her back was turned to him. She hugged her knees to her chest, resting her head upon them. He sat beside her, offering his arm to her. She'd been crying...moonlight touched her still wet cheeks. She gazed up at him sadly, hesitating, then rested her head on his shoulder. "There..are some things I guess I should tell you...about my life before the Wardens...," she said as he wrapped his arm around her.
She told him all of it, her eyes turned to the moonlight reflecting off the waters of the lake. He took her hand as she spoke. He knew that this was not easy for her, but he was determined to be there for her, no matter what  had happened.After all, she had been there for him, more times than he could count.  When she finished, they sat in silence.
She finally turned her gaze to him, smiling faintly. "Thank you," she said, reaching up to kiss him on the cheek.

Maybe being out of the temple walls wasn't so bad after all...

[Tigress M]

@Niire - That was beautiful! Very touching.

[sabreene]

I'm late too, but I couldn't pass up a good Alistair prompt. (@Sarah - great idea!) I'm afraid from working on my angsty Loghain-spared fic today, this got a little angsty-dramatic. (I borrowed my warden from my Anders-Surana-Alistair fic)

I want to do individual reviews, but I must sleep. 5am. O_o
I'll just say I'm amazed at all the wonderful talent on the thread!!

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Alistair sat with his knees pulled up to his chest, staring out into the foggy depth of the Korari Wilds. A break in his splintmail pinched at his side, but he had no other clothes, nothing but the thin linens he wore under his armor – and he wasn't going to sit around in those. Not here.

There were times Alistair almost wished he'd never left the Chantry, like the night of his joining, or the first time he faced a darkspawn. He'd even wished it the time he woke up after his first real hangover, the guys thinking it would be funny to make him drink dwarven ale. This wasn't like those times.

A great wash of uncontrollable grief swept over him, a hiccup breaking from his throat as he tried to keep from sobbing. She was watching him, she was always watching him. He could feel her disdain from across the yard even though he sat at the very edge of the woods.

It should've been him out on the battlefield. He was useless here, just as he'd been useless lighting the signal fire. He hadn't even been able to slay the ogre on the roof, the green recruit had done that, a tiny mage from the tower.

If Duncan had gone instead of him, if Duncan had been the one to light the signal fire – it would all be different. Maybe Duncan could've signaled in time, maybe that bastard Loghain wouldn't have abandoned them. At the very least it would be Duncan sitting here now, alive. He would know what to do, how to save Ferelden. Alistair rested his head on his knees, welcoming the pain his broken armor brought. The whole country was doomed because he failed.

"Does it do any good, this sobbing? Does it bring them back?"

Alistair didn't answer, putting one arm over his head as if it could block out the witch's cutting voice.

"I was just wondering, as you seem to do so much of it. Would it make them proud, do you think?"

"Go away," he said, his voice muffled. Just speaking brought back the dark chasm of pain, as if someone had stabbed a knife into his chest and then twisted it down to fillet him open like so much butchered meat.

"I was only curious. I've never seen a grown man cry so much, not even the men mother brought home as they pleaded for their life."

Why did she have to be here? Alistair moved farther away, great wracking sobs shaking his shoulders. Everything was gone. Everyone. He'd let Duncan down. The one person who truly cared and believed in him. It was only because of Duncan that he'd been released from the Chantry and been accepted into the grey wardens. He'd given him a family for the first time in his life. Now they were all dead. He couldn't even search for their bodies or give them a hero's pyre. No, they were out there somewhere, strewn across the tainted ground, rotting. Anguish ripped through him, his imagination playing the scenes of their deaths over and over again.

"Fine, so be it. Mother told me to offer you stew, but you would only sob into it like a helpless little boy. I don't know why she bothered to save you," Morrigan said as she made her way back to the hut.

He couldn't do this, he couldn't be here. The last grey warden. Some laugh that was. The witch was right, Flemeth never should've saved him. He wished she'd left him to die on the roof, he wished he'd never left the Chantry, he wished he'd died fighting along side his fellow wardens. Better that than to be here. Alistair squeezed his eyes shut, trying to stop the tears. It was no use. He lay down on the ground and gave in to the aching pain, not caring who heard the sounds of his heaving, keening lament as he poured his grief out onto the forest floor.

"Oh, I can't stand it anymore," Morrigan's disdainful voice came from behind him. "Your little playmate is fine, and already asking intelligent questions instead of wallowing in useless grief. You are not the last one alive. Now will you stop that irritating wailing."

"I don't believe you."

"Then don't, just as long as you stop that incessant noise. Though I would suggest you clean your face. Dried rivulets of mud would not be the impression I would like to make on the sole companion I had left in the world. But it's your choice."

Alistair wiped at his face, but gave it up as a useless task. Duncan should've left him at the Chantry.

"Alistair?" A voice asked from behind his shoulder. A sweet, warm voice, completely unlike the caustic tones of the witch.

"Auria," he struggled to his feet and hugged the elven mage to him, "You're alive." His breath caught and he nearly started crying again. Morrigan hadn't been lying; he wasn't the only warden left in Ferelden.

Almost, he amended, he almost wished Duncan had left him at the chantry. He set the little mage back down on her feet. He still had family.

[Schratty]

Merilsell: Your story makes me think of this dog:



Even if he pees on your carpet, you just can't stay mad at him ;P


@ Giggles: Okay, that was hilarious. Do you have more Bob-related fiction somewhere?

@ Niire : Aw, a very touching moment

@ sabreene: That was heart-wrenching. And it plays in perfectly with the way he says the line "You, you're alive!" in-game. Absolutely brilliant work

@ inclemency: Alistair's outfit makes my head hurt

Modifié par Schratty, 14 novembre 2010 - 02:07 .