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[Maria13]

@ Sarah, thanks, yes I can live with creepy...

@Tuppence, yes, RL has been busy...

@ Tgail I'm having fun with the mabaris and Bann Ceorlic in my fic

@ Raging, everyone has their reasons

@Gilsa, ta

@Klara, we aim to please

@Addai, I think they do.

@Tigress, thanks, I was in two minds whether to post at all but I thought, "what the hell it's an ace prompt... Again"

ToP

Modifié par Maria13, 26 novembre 2010 - 07:31 .

[LadyDamodred]

Ceorlic! *shakes fist*



So, Skyl4rk is next with tomorrow's prompt, eh? *waits eagerly*

[Tigress M]

@Zjarcal - Nope, I had no idea! I'd seen/heard about the mod for a few month, but only just recently decided to check it out and I'm soooooo glad I did! The humor factor was fantastic!

@RC - Give yourselves a big pat on the back! They make that mod, let me tell you! LOL

[RagingCyclone]

@Tigress, he gets all of the credit. He made it, and I just helped with the finding the dialogues for the scenarios he was thinking about.

Modifié par RagingCyclone, 26 novembre 2010 - 08:23 .

[Skyl4rk]

LadyDamodred wrote...

So, Skyl4rk is next with tomorrow's prompt, eh? *waits eagerly*

Yeah...no pressure right? *awkward non-assuring smile*

[RagingCyclone]

Skyl4rk wrote...

LadyDamodred wrote...

So, Skyl4rk is next with tomorrow's prompt, eh? *waits eagerly*

Yeah...no pressure right? *awkward non-assuring smile*

You'll do great. I'm looking forward to it.

[LadyDamodred]

Skyl4rk wrote...

LadyDamodred wrote...

So, Skyl4rk is next with tomorrow's prompt, eh? *waits eagerly*

Yeah...no pressure right? *awkward non-assuring smile*

*chortles*  Yeah, no pressure.

[tuppence95]

Skyl4rk wrote...

LadyDamodred wrote...

So, Skyl4rk is next with tomorrow's prompt, eh? *waits eagerly*

Yeah...no pressure right? *awkward non-assuring smile*

It's just for fun, there shouldn't be any pressure!  This being said by someone who has contributed nothing to the prompts or responses.  But I've really enjoyed them!  :happy:

[RagingCyclone]

LadyDamodred wrote...

Skyl4rk wrote...

LadyDamodred wrote...

So, Skyl4rk is next with tomorrow's prompt, eh? *waits eagerly*

Yeah...no pressure right? *awkward non-assuring smile*

*chortles*  Yeah, no pressure.

Uh-oh, keep Sky away from the coffee!

[Tigress M]

tuppence95 wrote...

Skyl4rk wrote...

LadyDamodred wrote...

So, Skyl4rk is next with tomorrow's prompt, eh? *waits eagerly*

Yeah...no pressure right? *awkward non-assuring smile*

 
It's just for fun, there shouldn't be any pressure!  This being said by someone who has contributed nothing to the prompts or responses.  But I've really enjoyed them!  :happy:

But you HAVE contributed!  You've taken the time to read/view them all and comment.  That means a lot to those of us who submit!  

Modifié par Tigress M, 26 novembre 2010 - 10:21 .

[Sarah1281]

Tigress M wrote...

tuppence95 wrote...

Skyl4rk wrote...

LadyDamodred wrote...

So, Skyl4rk is next with tomorrow's prompt, eh? *waits eagerly*

Yeah...no pressure right? *awkward non-assuring smile*

 
It's just for fun, there shouldn't be any pressure!  This being said by someone who has contributed nothing to the prompts or responses.  But I've really enjoyed them!  :happy:

But you HAVE contributed!  You've taken the time to read/view them all and comment.  That means a lot to those of us who submit!  

Yeah, those are definitely a lot more encouraging than blanket 'Oh, nice job everyone!'s

[Tigress M]

Aubrianna's propping up a dead Ogre and poor Alistair is looking a bit confused.

[RagingCyclone]

Nice capture, Tigress. What sword does Alistair have there?

[Maria13]

Yes. I find the feedback on the prompts extremely encouraging and perceptive because different people highlight different aspects of the work... Tigress is right everybody who does that is contributing.

[LadyDamodred]

Yeah, getting feedback is all kinds of awesome. I suck at giving it, for which I apologize.



Rage: I'd say Duncan's sword, but not sure.

[Persephone]

Tigress M wrote...

KnightofPhoenix wrote...
Problem is I do not understand the fascination with male butts, they are useless.

Oh no they are not!  Men's behinds are to give us women something to admire after the attractive male in question has walked by and we finally turn around to gawk.  And let me tell you, there are some fine male bottoms roaming the world for our entertainment!  

*Must go watch Lethal Weapon now to admire Mel Gibson's....er...hair.*

[Persephone]

@Maria

That was a fascinating, chilling read. Well done.

[Giggles_Manically]

-Maria.



Good prompt. I utterly loathe Bann Piglet and his ruining the landsmeet for me. He just has to wimper:

I support Loghain.



Totally ruins the mood.

[Tigress M]

RagingCyclone wrote...

Nice capture, Tigress. What sword does Alistair have there?

LadyD is probably right in that it's Duncan's.  It was taken a few days ago so I'm not absolutely positive, but he was using it for awhile.  And thanks!

[Tigress M]

Persephone wrote...

Tigress M wrote...

KnightofPhoenix wrote...
Problem is I do not understand the fascination with male butts, they are useless.

Oh no they are not!  Men's behinds are to give us women something to admire after the attractive male in question has walked by and we finally turn around to gawk.  And let me tell you, there are some fine male bottoms roaming the world for our entertainment!  

*Must go watch Lethal Weapon now to admire Mel Gibson's....er...hair.*

And what fine um... hair... he has!

[RagingCyclone]

@Tigress, Thanks. I thought it might be, but wasn't sure. Since I use mods to upgrade the unique weapons and the T7/Dragonbone retint that makes them black/silver, I wasn't sure. My Oathkeeper sword from Lothering looks just like that as well.

[Melca36]

Tigress M wrote...

Aubrianna's propping up a dead Ogre and poor Alistair is looking a bit confused.

Awesome shot!!!!       Now thats what I call clicking at the perfect moment! 

[Tigress M]

@RC - Yeah, I use Ravage which drops quite a few unique items so I'm never quite sure what I've got the party equipped with.  And since I also use the Alternative arms and armor tints as well as UDK, it's sometimes hard to tell what lvl the characters are in the screenies.  

@Melca - Thanks!  But to be honest, the Ogre died at that angle and all I did was move Aubrianna into position for the shot.  Alistair's appearance in the shot was purely accidental but I loved his expression.  

[RagingCyclone]

@Tigress, I used to use that mod for the tints, and then UDK came out and I removed the other. Plus I have changed a few myself so they look different. All of the Wade's Superior line I changed to look different. Ageless is completely different now, and I have been toying with changing how basic daggers and longswords look.

[Skyl4rk]

Errr...Another late submission from me.  But that's okay, I won't be announcing the next prompt for the next 6 hours or so, so mine still counts, right?....Right?.....  I am such a cheater.

Prompt sentence: Everyone has a dark(er) side

It was quiet but for the sound of crickets that serenaded the late hours of the night. In the dimness of their tent, Alistair stared at the silhouetted figure lying beside and facing him. Eyes well adjusted in the dark, he watched the rise and fall of her body, enjoying her presence and the soothing sound of her soft breathing. He drank in the sight of her, studied her shadowed yet slightly illuminated face, admiring the details he had become so intimately familiar with. Arm wrapped around her waist, he gently pulled himself towards her, careful not to wake her, and closed the already small gap between them. He moved his hand slowly along the length of her back, tracing and memorizing the contours, and savouring the feel of her skin along his palm. Moments like this made him wonder how he got incredibly lucky having Marion in his life. She just felt so...right.

A small smile formed on her lips as she slightly shifted against him. “You really should get some sleep,” she whispered. “You’ve been staring at me for some time now.” She opened her eyes and looked at him in that usual playful taunting manner whenever she caught on to his whimsical antics.

He sheepishly smiled at her and a low groan formed from his throat. “And here I thought I was being sneaky,” he whispered back in feigned disappointment.

She giggled softly, wary of waking their companions in camp. “Can’t fool me. I master at sneaky, remember?” Her grin grew wider as she put an arm around his neck. “It was how I got you in here in the first place.”

Alistair chuckled and smiled fondly at the memory. “Of course! How could I forget about my stolen innocence,” he said, mischief forming across his face. “Well...no use hiding then.”

Gently, he rolled her onto her back and held himself above her. He reached down and carefully placed his hand on her cheek as he leaned in and nuzzled his face along the side of her neck, his lips lightly brushing. He let his stubbled chin graze slightly against her easily tickled skin and welcomed the low soft titter she made as he breathed in the scent that was her – a fruity sweetness, almost like apples, mixed with a faint smell of leather from the armour she wore throughout the day.

“No...no sleep...” he mumbled into her. “I don’t want to miss any of this.”

He felt her hands move along him, fingers gliding across the small of his back and shoulders. “Alistair...” she whispered caressingly into his ear. “You’re already asleep,” she added, a tinge of sadness in her voice.

Confused, he pulled back and wondered what she meant and looked at her face, searching for signs to why her mood had suddenly changed. With the muted firelight from outside their tent, her face was casted in a mix of shadows and warm orange glow. And from what little light he had, he could see her eyes staring into him, glistened with tears and hopelessness.

It was a familiar look on her, but he knew right there that he had never seen her that way - never looked at him in such manner. But he remembered seeing that before and a sudden memory flashed across his mind.

She stood by the fireplace, face shadowed and glowing in orange light. A look of hope achingly faded from her and despair crept in its place as he slowly closed the door behind him, leaving his life that was her for good.

The sudden haunting vision hit him like a boulder to a tree and he felt himself shatter into a thousand splinters. He knew this was not where he is supposed to be but the ache inside him fiercely denied and desperately clung to this “reality”. 

As if knowing his sudden realization, Marion reached up to his face, feeling the warmth of her hand permeate along his cheek.  “Wake up,” she said, barely a whisper, and soon he felt himself slowly being pulled away from her.

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Alistair awoke in a bed that was not his; this much he remembered. The night before was a jumbled mess of drunken stupor from one tavern to the next with very little recollection of how he navigated himself around the unfamiliar streets of Dairsmuid in Rivain. He had only been here for half a year and not nearly half of that he spent his time in a sober state. It was a wonder how he ended up in a bed and not a gutter.

He turned to the other side of the bed and found a woman sleeping on her side with her exposed back turned to him. He wasn’t surprised – it had happened before. And each time it did, he became more and more numb to the guilt he felt, along with everything else he cared for.

Slowly he sat up at the edge of the bed, cradling his head as he nursed the already pounding headache. Gingerly he reached for his recklessly discarded clothes scattered across the floor and began to dress himself, hoping to avoid the awkward conversation that would follow if the woman woke up. He doesn’t even remember her name...nor her face. And with that thought, he hurriedly finished and left without a word.

He made his way to the docks where he acquired employment and went about his day loading and unloading cargos into ships that sailed to different major city ports. He kept himself busy, hoping to avoid a certain thought that could bring himself to that state where he once was six months ago. He hated remembering, and most of all he hated caring for the life he left behind and have lost. And it was in that state that drove him to reach for the bottle of bourbon. He found it helped him forget and became numb to the pain. It was his only remedy and he never looked back since.

The day came and went and now he is back where he was the night before. In the low dimmed light of the tavern, he watched the patrons come and go and took note of the regulars and the new faces. Familiar strangers, he thought, and sniggered at the contradiction. Looking down, he gripped the empty glass that once contained the strong concoction and contemplated at what he knew is in store for him. He reached into his belt and loosened the tie around the pouch containing a day’s worth of pay and bellowed for the barkeep for a bottle of his strongest spirits.  He knew he needed something harder, something more bitter; because tonight and every night following after, he needed to forget her. Such was his reality.


*Edited for formatting b/c the C+P from Word is le suck

Modifié par Skyl4rk, 27 novembre 2010 - 08:17 .