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[Maria13]

Yankee23 wrote...

Morning! I have been playing in the toolset, again. Thought some of you might enjoy this one. Not quite safe to post directly in the thread, though.

Men of Dragon Age

That's the 2011 calander cover, right? Then each month features a "man of the month" in a naughty pose...

Introducing Mr April... He has a BIG sword.

Modifié par Maria13, 04 décembre 2010 - 05:27 .

[Tigress M]

@Yankee - Ooooooooo! That one just made me drool. I love the look on Alistair's face and the words, "Is there something you need, my dear?" are echoing in my ears. *slurp*

[Tigress M]

Prompt:  What if Alistair met Duncan in the Fade.

Reality.  

“Alistair?”

He stirs, hearing a familiar voice calling his name; feeling a gentle shake.

“Alistair, wake up.”

His eyes open in confusion.

“Finally!” exclaimed Duncan. “I was beginning to worry you’d never awaken!”

“Duncan?” replied Alistair, sitting up in the bed, rubbing his brow.

“Who else?”

“But, how – where am I and how are you here?”

“You’re in Weisshaupt, don’t you remember?” asked Duncan, his face full of concern.

Alistair shakes his head, trying to clear the fog. “I was in the Tower, fighting abominations. You – you were dead. It was just me and new recruit, Bera, the mage.”

Duncan chuckled. “Sounds like a Templar nightmare, to me. Just how much did you have to drink last night, young man?”

Yes, it did feel like a dream. That must be it. Alistair rubbed his head again. “Apparently more than I should have had.”

“Well, get up and pull yourself together. We have a meeting with the First Warden,” said Duncan, rising from the edge of the bed. “He wants a full report of the battle of Ostagar. He is most impressed with our work.”

Alistair frowned. Ostagar. He remembered being overrun by Darkspawn. Being saved by Flemeth, the witch of the wilds they’d met during the Joining preparations. And Duncan… Duncan had been killed when Loghain fled the field.

No, that can’t be right! Must have been some really good ale last night. Flemeth? The creature of legend? Saving him and that wonderful little mage, Bera? As if. And Loghain would never abandon Maric’s son. Ridiculous! Clearly Duncan was alive, so the rest must be some twisted figment of his imagination.

Like “remembering” that cute little mage telling him he was handsome. Now there was a good dream, even if she was a mage. He wondered if she was here.

As if on cue, the door opened and in walked the dark-haired beauty of his recent fantasies. His heart thumped in his chest at the sight of her and then melted when he saw the relief and concern in her eyes. Hmmm. She really did seem to care about him. At least that much wasn’t a dream!

“Alistair!” she exclaimed, rushing forward, throwing her arms around him. “I found you!”

Alistair had the grace to blush, perhaps lingering a little too long in her embrace, enjoying the feeling. A feeling that was not new to him.

“Bera!” Alistair exclaimed, pushing her away as he suddenly realized they were alone in his bedroom, with him in his smallclothes. “What are you doing in here? This isn’t right.”

“Cursed demons you bet it isn’t right! Come on, we’ve got to get you out of here!” she said, tugging on his arm.

“Wait! I can’t go out like this! And you, you can’t be in here. Let me dress. I’ve got a meeting with the First Warden and I’m probably already late.”

“Yes, you are,” said Duncan entering the room. “And as much as I can see the attraction this lovely little elf might hold for you, I suggest you get dressed immediately and come with me.”

Alistair turned bright red and fumbled for his clothes. “My apologies Duncan. I’ll be ready in a moment.”

“Alistair no!” Bera screamed, snatching his pants out of his hands. “We have to get you out of here! Now!”

“What is wrong with you, Bera? I’ve never seen you act this way!” replied Alistair, getting angry.

“Duncan is a demon! We’re –“

“How dare you!” Alistair shouted, his anger fully unleashed. “To waltz into my bedroom, unannounced, and slander the one man who’s ever cared for me! Who do you think you are?”

Bera’s face turned crimson as her own fury ignited behind her icy blue eyes. Without hesitation, she reached up and slapped Alistair across the face. Hard.

“We. Are. In. The. Fade!”

Alistair stood stunned, the words slowly starting to seep in.

“Duncan is dead. This – thing. This demon, is trying to keep us trapped here. And I am going to get you out, one way or another!” she said, leveling her staff at his chest. “Are you with me, or not?”

Another flood of memories came pouring in. Loghain’s betrayal. Duncan’s death. The relief at finding her alive. The feel of her arms holding him in his grief, chasing away the nightmares of Ostagar that he’d relived time and time again.

His eyes misted as he looked around the room at a world he wanted so much to be real, to be true. Duncan alive, the Blight obviously ended.  

And then they lit on her. The corners of his mouth turned up in a small, weak smile as he reached for his sword and shield. He knew exactly who she was.

His salvation.

Modifié par Tigress M, 04 décembre 2010 - 05:27 .

[LadyDamodred]

Yankee: Who is the guy at the end on the right?

[rak72]

^^ that's Cullen, I believe.

[Merilsell]

Tigress, nice and similar to that what I want to write. The last sentence however has a bitter aftertaste because we all know what that mage is going to do. Not really a salvation, cough.

[Giggles_Manically]

Merilsell wrote...

Tigress, nice and similar to that what I want to write. The last sentence however has a bitter aftertaste because we all know what that mage is going to do. Not really a salvation, cough.

Well she is more the salvation for the inns and brewery industry in Starkhaven I guess.

[IchikoSakura]

Hi fellow Alistair-Fans,



i don't Know if this topic has come up on the last 830 pages so forgive me if i just start it over again ;-):

What music do you think fits the various Alistair endings.

Most are very sad and moody



- Joseph Arthur: Could we survive (before the DR)

- Joshua Radin: Brand new day (after both survive the AD)

- Pete Yorn: Lose You (US or WC)

[Merilsell]

Giggles_Manically wrote...

Merilsell wrote...

Tigress, nice and similar to that what I want to write. The last sentence however has a bitter aftertaste because we all know what that mage is going to do. Not really a salvation, cough.

Well she is more the salvation for the inns and brewery industry in Starkhaven I guess.

[RagingCyclone]

What if Alistair met Duncan in the Fade?



Alistair happily listens to Duncan tell the tale of how he defeated the Blight while sharing a drink.

[Giggles_Manically]

Merilsell wrote...

Giggles_Manically wrote...

Merilsell wrote...

Tigress, nice and similar to that what I want to write. The last sentence however has a bitter aftertaste because we all know what that mage is going to do. Not really a salvation, cough.

Well she is more the salvation for the inns and brewery industry in Starkhaven I guess.

SNIP

The cat looks like its about to hurl.

[RagingCyclone]

Nice one Tigress. This would have been much more fitting than the one in the game, especially if you have not had the Goldanna speech at Redcliffe.

[Skadi_the_Evil_Elf]

RagingCyclone wrote...

What if Alistair met Duncan in the Fade?

Alistair happily listens to Duncan tell the tale of how he defeated the Blight while sharing a drink.

A picture worth 1000 prompts.:wub::wub:

[Tigress M]

@Meri - Yes, I must confess I'd started with Bera because of the mage/templar nightmare angle and then, as stories wont, it took on a life of its own at the end and I was seriously tempted to change the Warden from Bera to Aubrianna.  But, who knows, maybe she will still be his salvation... 

@Giggles - He'll sure keep the barkeeps in business, eh?

@Ichiko - *waves hello* Okay so, I'll show my age here, but a few that come to mind are:

Love, Me by Collin Raye - for the US or WC
If you get there before I do
Don't give up on me
I'll meet you when my chores are through
I don't know how long I'll be

But I'm not gonna let you down
Darling wait and see
And between now and then
Til I see you again

I'll be loving you
Love, Me.

And No one is to blame by Howard Jones - for King Alistair breakups

@RC - Love it!  I could see him doing just that.  

Modifié par Tigress M, 04 décembre 2010 - 06:55 .

[inclemency]

@Tigress - great story! I always wondered why Duncan didn't visit Alistair, would have been so much better, but too much work/expense for bioware to do multiple warden fade beginnings, I guess. Was a shame, but loved your version.



@Rage - Perfect! Love it!

[Zjarcal]

inclemency wrote...
...but too much work/expense for bioware to do multiple warden fade beginnings, I guess.

I always regretted this as well and truth to be told I don't think it would've been that much extra work. They did a different spirit for each origin in the Gauntlet, so making a small dream sequence for every different origin couldn't have been such a hassle.

A true shame. The Duncan dream sequence in the game is utterly boring to me to tell you the truth.

And nice work Tigress and RC!

[Giggles_Manically]

They should have at least not set it in the fade, because literally I can its the fade you idiot of a demon.

[LadyDamodred]

Equilibrium


The gray stone and timber walls surrounding him seemed very familiar. Alistair frowned in befuddlement. The Warden compound in Denerim? How did he get back here? The last thing he remembered was making camp inside the ruined temple in the mountains above Haven. He looked around the strangely empty corridors. This didn’t make any sense.
 
He turned and walked down the hallway. He wasn’t sure where he was going, but he wasn’t going to get any answers just standing around. Passing a window, he stopped and looked out into the tan, overcast sky and the dark blot of the Black City far above him.
 
The Fade.
 
Alistair drew in and released a quick breath. He wasn’t usually this alert and lucid when he dreamed. Or if he was, he didn’t remember it upon waking. Oh, Maker, this was a dream, wasn’t it? He wasn’t someone trapped against his will in the Fade by a demon again, was he?
 
There was a movement in the courtyard below him and his eyes were immediately drawn to a familiar figure in white cloth and silver metal. He sucked in a sharp gasp. The man wasn’t facing him, but he would know the set of those shoulders and that stance anywhere.
 
It could be a trick, he tried to tell himself. If he was trapped in the Fade, it could be a demon’s way of getting to him, like the demons in the tower had done. If it was, they had gotten better than showing him the image of a sister he’d never met. If he’d been confronted with Duncan in the Fade, he might never have left when she….
 
His eyes widened. No, this couldn’t be a trap. He remembered her. He remembered meeting her and fighting beside her. He remembered giving her the rose that very night before they went to sleep.
 
Suddenly he was racing through the empty hallways down to the courtyard. No one knew what happened to your soul when you died. If he wasn’t trapped, there was the chance that this was real, that the figure he saw really was Duncan. And he had to know.
 
The door burst open before him as he dashed into the yard and ran toward the figure. Duncan stood facing him. As Alistair slowed as he got closer to Duncan, he could see that the man appeared real. Unlike Goldanna, there was solidness to him. His features were firm and fixed, without any of the subtle shifting that came from the demons trying to emulate a woman he’d never seen before.
 
When Alistair stopped before him, Duncan smiled, a wide true smile that he’d only seen the older man give a handful of times, but it was so familiar and so right that his breath caught in his chest. He looked at his Commander—his mentor, his savior and the closest thing he’d ever had to a father.

“Duncan?” he whispered.
 
“Alistair,” Duncan returned.
 
The voice, the inflection was all just right.
 
“But you’re dead!” he blurted out.
 
“That I am.”
 
Alistair shook his head. “How is this…? Why…? Is this even real?”
 
Duncan shrugged slightly. “As real as anything in this place is.”
 
“So how—why—is this happening?”
 
Duncan raised an eyebrow. “Your guess is as good as mine. I’ve no more understanding of the Fade than you. But as we’re both here, perhaps there was something you needed.”
 
Everything that Alistair had felt since Ostagar suddenly came pouring out.
 
“I’m sorry, Duncan, I’m so sorry. I’m sorry we were late to light the signal and that Loghain abandoned you. I’m sorry that you died. I should have been there to protect you. Ferelden needs you more than me. It should have been me. Everything is such a mess and you would be so much better at this—“
 
He was cut off by Duncan’s hands grabbing his shoulders. “Enough, Alistair,” the older Warden said quietly. “Enough. You cannot change the past. What’s done is done. What happened was not your fault. You did everything you were supposed to do and you did it well. You need to stop blaming yourself.”
 
Duncan tilted his head and grinned. “And I’ll make that an order if I have to.”
 
Alistair laughed weakly. There was a lump in his throat. Duncan saying it was all right helped, but it didn’t remove all of the guilt, the crushing weight of responsibility he felt.
 
“I don’t know how I’m going to do this, Duncan.”
 
“You’re not alone, Alistair.”
 
He looked up at Duncan sharply. No, he wasn’t alone. There were the others—Leliana, Wynne, Sten and Zevran—though he didn’t trust the assassin. Andraste’s flaming sword, there was even the dog, more loyal and steadfast in battle than many men he’d seen.
 
And leading them all was the other Warden—though she was rapidly becoming much more to Alistair than a sister-in-arms and a leader.
 
“No one is asking you to do this all by yourself, Alistair. Trust yourself and the others you’re with. This is your fight now and you are equal to the task.”
 
“Do you really think so? Do you really think we can do this?” he asked.
 
“I do,” Duncan replied.
 
“It’s just….” He ran a hand through his hair. “It’s so hard sometimes to know what to do. And I shoved off all the responsibility for making decisions onto her and it wasn’t fair of me to do. I should have been able to handle it better.”
 
“We all do things we regret. And at times we all think ourselves unequal to the tasks set before us.”
 
“Even you?”
 
Duncan’s dark brown eyes met his. “Especially me. I made mistakes, Alistair, don’t ever think otherwise. And there were times when I couldn’t see any good way out of a situation. Sometimes there isn’t one and all you can do is try to keep the damage down.”
 
Alistair nodded. “I just don’t want to let you down.”
 
Duncan’s sigh was both long-suffering and fond. “You haven’t, Alistair. And you won’t. I have faith in you. I always have. But you can’t live your life trying to please a man dead and gone. I never expected you to be anything other that what you are. And what you are is a good man and a good Warden. Keep being who you are and you’ll be fine.”
 
That…helped. He wasn’t expected to be perfect, to save everyone. He’d always been so worried about failing Duncan and to know that he hadn’t brought him some peace.
 
The Fade flickered around him, objects along the periphery starting to lose their definition. There was one more thing he wanted to say and he had only moments. For all the time he had known Duncan, the man’s demeanor had revealed him to be intensely private. There was a sort of aloofness to him, and while Alistair suspected Duncan had cared for him, Duncan always held himself slightly apart.
 
Alistair ignored that now. Whether this was real or not, Duncan was gone and he’d never get another chance like this. He embraced Duncan fiercely. “I miss you,” he said quickly. “And thank you—for everything.”
 
There was a moment when he thought he felt Duncan returned the hug, but then everything faded completely away.
 
~*~
 
“Alistair. Alistair, wake up.”
 
Alistair blinked awake, looking up into a pair of bright eyes.
 
“Hey, you’re finally awake,” she said. “Come on, let’s get going. I hear there are some ashes to find in this temple.”
 
He sat up yawning and began to pull his armor on, then paused. He frowned, a fragment of…something drifting through his mind. He’d been having a dream—a good one—but he couldn’t remember what it was. With a shrug and a shake of his head he dismissed it. No point in worrying about.
 
As Leliana handed him some bread and cheese, he gathered his weapons. He felt really good this morning, and he smiled, recalling last night. She was still a rare and wonderful think amidst the darkness, but somehow things didn’t seem quite so dark this morning.

[KnightofPhoenix]

I'd really love to read the entries, but my game got fubared for some reason and I am not in the mood.

Has anyone ever experienced the game carshing when going to the Diamond quarter in Orzammar (the game no longer responds)? I could go in and out with no problems before, but after I did Bhelen's first task, I can't go there anymore to tell Vartag, so I am f*****. I was playing both sides, so I thought maybe it was because of this. I did the proving and dedicated it to Bhelen. Still didn't work. It's like the game is forcing me to pick Harrowmont.

Has this happened to anyone?
My last save was 7 hours before and I'd rather not.

Modifié par KnightofPhoenix, 04 décembre 2010 - 07:43 .

[Zjarcal]

Save, save, and save some more!! Never go more than ten minutes without making a hard save.

I have never experienced that issue. Perhaps you could try some teleporting with the console. Enter this command, "runscript zz_orz_debug" (without the quotes), and choose an appropriate plot or area section. With the area picker, you just teleport between areas. With the plot picker you teleport to specific plot points (like meeting Bhelen, Harrowmont, Coronation, etc.).

Modifié par Zjarcal, 04 décembre 2010 - 07:57 .

[Giggles_Manically]

The only bug I heard about playing both sides is that you cant talk to people who you need to move the plot forward.



I have never had a bug like that though.

Plus the best thing to do is SAVE every single time you enter a new area, or before talking to someone. Really helps to avoid bugs and crashes.

[errant_knight]

Great work, Tigress and Lady D! And I love that picture, RagingCyclone. Alistair looks so content. The waden is going to have some trouble convincing him it's not real.

[RagingCyclone]

LadyD well done. I like that it's a seperate time than in the Circle. A really nice tough.



KoP, I have not heard of that crash before. Others have already said the main point, but my question is does this happen at only that spot?

[KnightofPhoenix]

Zjarcal wrote...

Save, save, and save some more!! Never go more than ten minutes without making a hard save.

I have never experienced that issue. Perhaps you could try some teleporting with the console. Enter this command, "runscript zz_orz_debug" (without the quotes), and choose an appropriate plot or area section. With the area picker, you just teleport between areas. With the plot picker you teleport to specific plot points (like meeting Bhelen, Harrowmont, Coronation, etc.).

How do I do this?

@ Rage
Only the Diamond Quarter for some reason.

[tuppence95]

I haven't experienced anything like what you described in Orzammar.  I've no idea what could have caused it in your game.  I guess Zjarcal's solution is probably the best.  Just use the console commands to move yourself out of the area you are stuck in.

Console info - http://dragonage.wik...om/wiki/Console

*edit - and yes, get in the habit of saving a lot.  I keep AutoSave turned on, and I still do Quick Saves and regular saves often.

Modifié par tuppence95, 04 décembre 2010 - 08:01 .