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[Maria13]

@Zjarcal, your wish, my command, da-tentparty.dreamwidth.org/

Modifié par Maria13, 02 décembre 2010 - 10:55 .

[Reika]

Skyl4rk wrote...

@Yankee - But I did not send him off The man refused to listen!  If there was ever an option to box his ears, knock him out, tie him to a chair and nag some sense into him I would've done it a loooong time ago.

Yeah, that would be my HNF or CEF (the only ones I've actually played through on), but then again they have their own axes to grind with Loghain so there's no possibility of them even considering recruiting Loghain. Even if Riordan said something before the landsmeet. The reaction would be "You want me to wut? Sod off."

Actually, that's the thing that seriously cheeses me off with the Loghain thing, obvious Riordian found the means for a Joining, maybe more. Why not actually recruit some other folks? You know, folks that won't ****** off the two Wardens who had actually been doing something?

[Zjarcal]

Maria13 wrote...

@Zjarcal, your wish, my command, da-tentparty.dreamwidth.org/

Thank you, thank you, thank you! 

I can't believe I didn't know this place existed.

[Sresla]

Maria13 wrote...

But in all truthfulness at the moment Sres, it does seem a bit flooded with Zev.  And, yeah, I've contributed but I'd rather leave gay Ali, dom Ali and especially sub Ali for others... I'm hoping to do some cats soon, and no, it's not going to be like that...

And a few months ago it was nothing but Loghain, it's all cyclical. My point is - there are a ton of prompts/fills related to Alistair, moreso than any other LI.

If people want to bemoan the lack of fills, there's a really easy solution to it: Fill some of the prompts yourself. I'm sure there are a ton of unfilled prompts (even with the archive being a bit mucked ATM) that could use an Alistair fan's touch.

[ejoslin]

Melca36 wrote...

Speaking of smut. That new meme is boring! Its like 80% Anders and Zevran. What happened to using the other characters????????????

Linkie?  Please? (no I'm not kidding)

[Giggles_Manically]

I will enter my own prompt when I get back home.

[inclemency]

@ejoslin - Maria posted the link in ToP

[tuppence95]

Melca36 wrote...

tuppence95 wrote...

I haven't checked out the new meme.  I don't mind Anders smut at all.  But if it doesn't have Alistair, Duncan or Teagan ... 

Actually re: the "Teagan = boring" posts yesterday ... I was thinking about that, and to be honest, Teagan ff isn't as dramatically interesting as some others.  And I think it's because he seems to be such a well-balanced, self-assured, stable guy, it isn't easy to get as dramatic with him as a subject.

I really like Melca's Teagan.  But on the whole, he's a "safer" character than someone with a lot of issues.  And I guess that's why he isn't a LI.  If he's damaged or "broken" at all, he sure doesn't show it.  He looks like he'd take care of you, not be someone who needs you to fix him.

Which one of my Teagan's?
*Sins of the Brother*  Teagan or *Chasing Ghosts* "Teagan"?

He starts of as the dutiful brother in Chasing Ghosts but realizes how he has wasted so much of his time living under his brother's shadow.  Eamon is portrayed in my story as more overly ambitious and opportunistic. Teagan is slowly becoming his own man in the story and all hell is going to break loose in future chapters.  

In Sins of the Brother, Eamon is also portrayed as greedy, overly ambitious, & would do anything to control Alistair.
He even hides Isolde's insanity until she murders Teagan's family and thats when Eamon seeks redemption after hiding the truth

Melca, I was reading Chasing Ghosts.  And yay, I just looked, and there's new chapters!  I have gotten really far behind in reading ff, but I'm hoping to get caught up over the holidays.

*edited to add -- off the subject, what is with all the strange Leliana topics that keep sprouting up lately?

*edited again to add -- Giggles!  You changed your avatar!  Where's Bob?  I miss him!

Modifié par tuppence95, 02 décembre 2010 - 11:16 .

[Melca36]

tuppence95 wrote...

Melca36 wrote...

tuppence95 wrote...

I haven't checked out the new meme.  I don't mind Anders smut at all.  But if it doesn't have Alistair, Duncan or Teagan ... 

Actually re: the "Teagan = boring" posts yesterday ... I was thinking about that, and to be honest, Teagan ff isn't as dramatically interesting as some others.  And I think it's because he seems to be such a well-balanced, self-assured, stable guy, it isn't easy to get as dramatic with him as a subject.

I really like Melca's Teagan.  But on the whole, he's a "safer" character than someone with a lot of issues.  And I guess that's why he isn't a LI.  If he's damaged or "broken" at all, he sure doesn't show it.  He looks like he'd take care of you, not be someone who needs you to fix him.

Which one of my Teagan's?
*Sins of the Brother*  Teagan or *Chasing Ghosts* "Teagan"?

He starts of as the dutiful brother in Chasing Ghosts but realizes how he has wasted so much of his time living under his brother's shadow.  Eamon is portrayed in my story as more overly ambitious and opportunistic. Teagan is slowly becoming his own man in the story and all hell is going to break loose in future chapters.  

In Sins of the Brother, Eamon is also portrayed as greedy, overly ambitious, & would do anything to control Alistair.
He even hides Isolde's insanity until she murders Teagan's family and thats when Eamon seeks redemption after hiding the truth

Melca, I was reading Chasing Ghosts.  And yay, I just looked, and there's new chapters!  I have gotten really far behind in reading ff, but I'm hoping to get caught up over the holidays.

*edited to add -- off the subject, what is with all the strange Leliana topics that keep sprouting up lately?

*edited again to add -- Giggles!  You changed your avatar!  Where's Bob?  I miss him!

:happy: I'm so happy you're reading it. There are more chapters soon. My beta reader has been sick, the poor thing.

I promise its really going to pick up after these next chapters.  

I've been getting private messages demanding Teagan hurry up and declare his feelings for Madeline. He's going to soon and in a funny and awkward way. Heh heh Heh. 

Alistair will eventually find love too in this....so don't worry. 

[ejoslin]

inclemency wrote...

@ejoslin - Maria posted the link in ToP

Thank you

[LadyDamodred]

Skyl4rk wrote...

LadyDamodred wrote...
Hrm. *ponders this Hawke/Alistair prompt*
Whose PoV do I tell it from? Decisions, decisions...

*mumbles* please don't say barkeep...please don't say barkeep...please don't say barkeep...
I kid!  Do whatever you like!

lol, I meant Alistair or Hawke's POV.

[Sarah1281]

Aurelia Hawke was merrily sitting on a barstool and hiding from all the people who wanted her to go solve all of their problems for them when the man sleeping on the bar stool next to her shifted and fell over onto her.
 
“Gah!” she cried out and promptly shoved him off.
 
As the man fell to the floor, his eyes fluttered open. “Ow…how much did I have to drink?”
 
“Too damn much,” the bartender said bluntly. “But most of that pain you’re feeling is from when she” he inclined his head towards Aurelia “knocked you to the ground.”
 
The man turned confused and slightly hurt eyes to her.
 
“Hey,” Aurelia said defensively. “You’re the one who rolled onto me! Pushing you off was a reflex, really.”
 
“Oh, I see,” the man said dully. He brushed himself off and stood up.
 
As he turned to walk away, Aurelia called out to him. “So…that’s it? I very possibly give you a head injury and you’re just going to let it go without even getting annoyed?”
 
“What would you rather I do?” the man asked her.
 
“…I just said that,” Aurelia answered. “Get annoyed.”
 
“I’ve seen far too much to get worked up over something so minor,” the man told her.
 
The bartender sighed. “Oh, now look what you’ve done! Alistair will a weepy drunk for the next week!”
 
The man, Alistair, looked a little embarrassed. “No, I won’t!” he denied.
 
“Sure, you say that now,” the bartender muttered disbelievingly.
 
“Am I missing something?” Aurelia asked awkwardly.
 
“Only if you consider the fact that Alistair claims that he was one of the Grey Wardens who was working to end the Blight over in Ferelden but left before the end because his fellow Warden and the Blight-ender decided to not kill someone he desperately wanted dead to be ‘something,’” the bartender answered. “Oh, and let’s not forget the fact that he’s apparently the bastard son of King Maric.”
 
“Trust me, I can’t,” Alistair assured him, looking downcast.
 
Aurelia examined Alistair closely. “You know, I was actually in Ferelden when the Blight first broke out.”
 
“Oh, so you fought darkspawn?” the bartender asked, intrigued.
 
Aurelia laughed. “Are you kidding? My family and I heard Teyrn Loghain tell us that a Blight was coming, made our arrangement, and then within the month we were heading for less doomed parts.”
 
“That’s not very altruistic of you,” Alistair said disapprovingly. He had twitched at the mention of the Teyrn’s name for same reason.
 
“Maybe not,” Aurelia admitted. “But it does explain why we’re all alive and most of the people we left behind kind of aren’t.  I did stay long enough to see the Warden though.”
 
“Was she as amazing as everyone said she was?” the bartender asked eagerly.
 
Aurelia looked awkward. “Well…you have to keep in mind that I only saw her for a few minutes on our way out of Lothering…”
 
“What happened?” the bartender pressed.
 
“I saw her picking the lock to a cage that held a violent family-murdering giant – and the family he killed had saved his life, too – and then ruthlessly cutting down some desperate refugees. To be fair, they were trying to collect the bounty on her for being a Grey Warden but some of them weren’t even armed and she didn’t even try to talk them down. In fact, she called them pathetic. I might have just caught her on a bad day, though,” Aurelia said, though she sounded doubtful.
 
“And let me guess, no Alistair,” the bartender said smugly.
 
“Actually, I think he was there,” Aurelia corrected him. “He was surprised the giant had managed a few weeks in the cage with no food or water and the giant told him that if he couldn’t it was probably his lack of knowledge about the, what was? The Koon? Or was it Qun?”
 
“I’m not going to say ‘I told you so’,” Alistair said with a tiny hint of a smirk. “But know that the sentiment is there regardless.”

“Well, fine, maybe that part’s true,” the bartender conceded, looking stunned. “But there’s no way you’re also the bastard son of King Maric.”


Aurelia coughed.
 
The bartender groaned. “Oh, don’t tell me you can personally confirm that as well!”
 
“Sorry,” Aurelia said, shrugging apologetically. “But I’ve heard that the Ferelden throne was settled after that nasty civil war when the Hero of Ferelden’s fellow Warden was proposed to take the throne from Queen Anora. He failed, of course, but he was put forth because he was the bastard son of King Maric.”
 
“…Seriously?” the bartender demanded, flabbergasted. “The rambling drunk actually is a bastard prince and a Grey Warden to boot?”
 
“Was,” Alistair corrected.
 
“I guess so,” Aurelia said with a shrug. “You didn’t really end up here because someone failed to kill someone you wanted dead, did you?”
 
Alistair winced. “It was a bit more complicated than that, thank you,” he said stiffly. “But I don’t particularly want to discuss it. Bartender, if I could get another drink-”
 
The bartender shot her a pointed look. Remembering what he had said earlier about how that topic was likely to make him a weepy drunk, Aurelia tossed some coins down and quickly headed as fast as she could without being considered rude to the door.
 
And hey, if she could lend credence to his story then it looks like she could manage good deeds even while hanging out a tavern. That information was sure to come in plenty of handy, she could tell.

[tuppence95]

Aw, nice one Sarah!  I like that she was able to at least verify Alistair's claims.

This is a tough prompt.  It's hard to read about Drunkenstair.  

[Reika]

tuppence95 wrote...

Aw, nice one Sarah!  I like that she was able to at least verify Alistair's claims.

This is a tough prompt.  It's hard to read about Drunkenstair.  

I've had an alternate fic in mind for a drunkenstair getting redeemed, maybe I'll get started a bit early on that...

But yeah, this is one of those tough ones.

Modifié par Reika, 03 décembre 2010 - 12:42 .

[Tigress M]

@Sarah - I like how gets miffed at Alistair's blasie-faire attitude. Nice read.

And I guess this might not be considered smut unless you understand why he's got this look on his face.

[Yankee23]

It's Thursday!

[Jon Jern_]

Friday*

Drunkenstair eh? Now if I can sit still for more than a minute and **** out something.

[RagingCyclone]

I might have to pass on this one Giggles, I have purposely avoided reading spoilers on DA2, so I don't have a whole lot to go on. (plus he has always been king with my playthroughs)

[Yankee23]

"Hawke walks into a bar and sees Drunkistair"...and thinks

[RagingCyclone]

LOL Yankee. You gonna be in trouble I think. LOL

[LadyDamodred]

Just over a 1,000 words.  I'm good.    Anyways, here's Nerys Hawke meeting Drunk!Alistair.

~*~

Encounter


Noise and light spilled from the tavern out into the street. The door was open and the shutters were latched back to allow air in through the unglazed windows—glass would be a foolish idea in an establishment like this.
 
Nerys stood on the steps, looking in at the crowd, and debated whether or not she wanted to enter. If she hadn’t been alone, the answer would have been clear. Fending off the inevitable drunken oafs was much easier in a group—and she tried not to think of a certain rogue whose job that used to be. Gritting her teeth, she stepped into the crowded common room. She needed information and a bed for the night and she had the coin to see that this tavern would provide both.
 
Whistles and cheers accompanied her entrance and she ignored them as she pushed her way to the bar. Her armor and weapons would dissuade most from approaching her and the quicker her business was concluded, the faster she would be able to avoid the rest.
 
The barkeep provided both a room and the name of a man who could help her. She wove through the crowd deftly to the corner the barkeep had nodded at, seeking the man, Evert, sitting in shadows.
 
He listened to her request and nodded, while running his eyes up and down her slowly. Nerys simply crossed her arms adopted an easy stance. She’d been through too much to be intimidated by the likes of him.
 
“I might be able to help you,” he said. “Though it’ll cost you.”
 
“I’ll pay what it’s worth—after I hear it.”
 
“That might work. But for now, why don’t you join us?” Evert gestured to an empty seat.
 
Nerys shifted and then sat. A bit of friendliness couldn’t hurt.
 
“You’re not from around here,” the man said. “From your accent, I’d say…Ferelden?” She nodded and he smiled. “Such a small world. I have a…friend here who’d love to see a face from home. Wouldn’t you, Al?” He turned to face a man leaning back in a chair, head tipped back, apparently asleep.
 
When no answer was forthcoming, Evert reached out a foot, hooked it around a chair leg, and pulled. The motion sent the chair and the man slamming into the ground. Laughter immediately welled from the surrounding people as the man picked himself up.
 
He was a big man, she noticed immediately, tall and broad. His blond hair was ragged and unkempt, falling to his shoulders and several days worth of growth shadowed his jaw. Large hands clenched into fists as he glared at Evert before he relaxed them, picked his chair up and sat back down.
 
“Alistair here is from Ferelden as well. Aren’t you, Al?” The big man glared at Evert for another moment.
 
“Yes,” he said in a hoarse voice.
 
Nerys frowned, regarding man. She’d have placed money on him being a warrior. His build, the particular set of his shoulders, the calluses on his hands all seemed to fit. But he was clearly low in the pecking order here, if Evert could abuse him and the others could laugh without any fear of reprisal.
 
“Say hello to our new friend, Alistair.”
 
Alistair looked over at her and for a moment, she saw disgust in his eyes. And then it passed, and he merely looked like a sad, broken man again.
 
Evert grinned maliciously. “Alistair here tells such interesting stories about Ferelden. Entertain the lady, Alistair. Regale us with some stories about how you fought the Blight as a Grey Warden and almost became a king.” Laughter rose around them again.
 
But Alistair ignored the man and turned his head away, muscles twitching in his jaw. A dim, distant memory tugged at Nerys’s mind as she studied his profile. Lothering. The Chantry. Just a few days before her family fled.
 
He was older, bitter lines etched into his face, and hadn’t been living well, but yes, he was familiar. An odd encounter she remembered only because of what it had meant in retrospect.
 
Nerys made small talk with Evert until she was satisfied she’d be able o pay a fair price for the information he would gather. Then she excused herself and retreated to a dark corner. When most of the crowd left the tavern and Alistair finally got up and left, she hesitated only briefly before following.
 
She followed him down two streets before he turned into an alley, and she followed, only to find he had stopped just inside and was turned to face her.
 
“What do you want?” he asked tiredly.
 
“I remember you.” He frowned in confusion. “From Lothering. My family was in the Chantry when you and the Warden came in.”
 
For a long time he said nothing, looking past her into the empty street. Then he nodded. “You made it out.”
 
For a moment, she thought of Carver. “Most of us, yes.”
 
He struggled visibly for a moment for what to say and then took a deep breath. “I’m glad someone did. Was there anything else you wanted?”
 
It was probably a bad idea, but Nerys reached for her coin pouch anyway. He’d probably only spend it on drink—she could smell it on him—but he had helped her once in Lothering and she was in a position to repay the favor.
 
She held out the sovereigns, but he shook his head. “I don’t want your pity.”
 
“It’s not pity.” He gave a humorless laugh. “Call it thanks. For what you did in Lothering. If you and the Warden hadn’t convinced the merchant to lower his prices, we’d never have been able to get the supplies we needed to leave. Use these to do the same. Get away from Evert. Bastards like him will take everything you’ve got and then get rid of you. You don’t deserve that.”
 
Alistair allowed her to take his hand and press the coins into it. And then she stepped back and headed out of the alley. Before she got to the end, she turned back. He was still looking at her.
 
Nerys suppressed the surge of pity. She didn’t have time to go around saving people from themselves. She’d done what she could. If Alistair didn’t use the coins to find safety, then maybe they’d buy him a few minutes of peace in the bottom or a bottle or in a willing woman.
 
There were worse ways to make coin than from pity. And worse uses for coin than drink or ****s. She should know. She’d done most of them.

Modifié par LadyDamodred, 03 décembre 2010 - 02:13 .

[Yankee23]

Good job, Lady D. And maybe not too far off what we might get.

[RagingCyclone]

Good job LadyD. And I wonder something, how many years afterwards is Hawke supposed to meet Alistair?

[LadyDamodred]

RC: In actual DA2 or in my fic?

[RagingCyclone]

Either. And I wasn't posting that just in regards to yours LadyD (and I now want to stare luridly at Nerys myself after reading that) but in general. I still want to try something with this prompt when I get home, just wondering a timeframe to go with.