Flameth: That was nice, Hawke. By the way, you might have crabs now... oh, and I ATE YOUR SOUL!
Do we get to romance Flemeth?
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#178
Posté 25 octobre 2010 - 02:29
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Rake21 wrote...
Flameth: That was nice, Hawke. By the way, you might have crabs now... oh, and I ATE YOUR SOUL!
Lady Hawke: Still worth it! By the way, I didn't know you could make a second pair of hands.
Flemeth: I can't.
Lady Hawke: VARRIC!
Varric:
#179
Posté 25 octobre 2010 - 02:51
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David Gaider seems to be interested in adding Flemmeth as a romance option; keep those posts coming!
#182
Posté 25 octobre 2010 - 02:56
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No he isn't. He is incredibly disturbed.Rattleface wrote...
David Gaider seems to be interested in adding Flemmeth as a romance option; keep those posts coming!
#183
Posté 25 octobre 2010 - 02:57
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We're talking about the new and improved Flemmeth here.MisterDyslexo wrote...
I am speechless...
Not the DA: Origin one.
At least I hope so.
#184
Posté 25 octobre 2010 - 02:57
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So why IS Flemeth in a younger, more shapely form if not for the purpose of ravishing young Hawke?
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#185
Posté 25 octobre 2010 - 02:59
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Disturbed AND interested.silentassassin264 wrote...
No he isn't. He is incredibly disturbed.Rattleface wrote...
David Gaider seems to be interested in adding Flemmeth as a romance option; keep those posts coming!
#187
Posté 25 octobre 2010 - 03:59
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Face of Evil wrote...
So why IS Flemeth in a younger, more shapely form if not for the purpose of ravishing young Hawke?
And I assume your next thought will be to suggest that her development of horns is to facilitate their use as handlebars?
...this thread... geez.
#188
Posté 25 octobre 2010 - 04:20
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cancerbaby wrote...
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Favorite post in this thread.
also...
Dhanik wrote...
You guys would hump Oghren if he had a vagoo.
LICD win.
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#189
Posté 25 octobre 2010 - 04:30
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Dhanik wrote...
You guys would hump Oghren if he had a vagoo.
Winner of the thread.
#190
Posté 25 octobre 2010 - 04:37
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I would hump Oghren regardless.
#191
Posté 25 octobre 2010 - 04:43
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aznsoisauce wrote...
I would hump Oghren regardless.
I'm sure he'd appreciate that... since he's probably drunk
#192
Posté 25 octobre 2010 - 04:44
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aznsoisauce wrote...
I would hump Oghren regardless.
Are you a dog?
#193
Posté 25 octobre 2010 - 04:47
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A b*tch, even.aaniadyen wrote...
aznsoisauce wrote...
I would hump Oghren regardless.
Are you a dog?
#194
Posté 25 octobre 2010 - 05:04
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I just have to love some of you folks here your just so cute in your dismissal of the power of Flemeth. It does seem odd though that the same ones who will romance the nihilistic, self centered while hot daughter of said shape shifter, yet will turn down the opportunity, and yes it is an opportunity, to get some with the even more powerful nihilist's mother. Anyway here is some more annoying Asai fan fiction, enjoy.
Dear Pearlhouse,
I never thought I would be writing this letter but I swear to the maker the most amazing thing happened to me the other day. I was walking along the road with my sister and we got jumped by these dark spawn raiders. We were maintaining a fair accounting of ourselves when an ogre joined in the fray and then any advantage we had slipped away. It was looking bleak for the home team when all of the sudden out of nowhere this woman appears. Understand that when I say woman I mean exactly that, lithe feminine grace, every step the woman took was part of some dance that was ancient but deadly. Dark spawn fell before her power as she worked her incantations like some erotic performance in the bawdy houses of Denerim. It was as if every step was meant to draw the eye to the slip of exposed flesh of the hips, the thigh, and the chest, I could not help myself such was the mesmerizing power of her dance of death.
Upon the death of all the dark spawn we exchanged pleasantries, and I found her name was Flemeth from Feraldin, a fellow apostate mage as is Bethany, both on the run from the Denerim chantry. She was heading north she said an attempt to find a new place where the Chantry's power was not so absolute, and it was Bethany who suggested we travel together. The rest of the day was uneventful as we made camp under the cover of some oaks by a small clear running stream. I had managed to spear some fish from the stream for dinner and Flemeth offered to cook it up using some recipe she said would make these trout the best we have ever tasted, and she was correct.
Later as we started to settle down and decide what the watch rotations would be it was decided that Flemeth, myself and then Bethany. I settled into my blanket to grab some shut eye. I awoke later to the intimate touch of Flemeth, who informed me that she would stand watch with me for a bit before retiring. As we sat under the same blanket to protect from the chill of the night I could feel the warmth of her body pressed against mine. I have no idea how it happened but the next thing I knew we were entwined, exchanging hot passionate kisses under the blanket. It was as if I was entranced, fully awake yet in some dream where Flemeth was in complete control. The things she did and the way they made me feel was incredible, I have never experienced it before or since.
What was extremely weird was later I noticed that at some point my sister Bethany apparently woke either from our cries of ecstasy or from the power I felt radiate from Flame’s body as I explored every inch with my prodding tongue. It was at this point I looked to Flemeth for an explanation and I was hushed with a finger tip as she called Bethany over to join us. I know, but Bethany was not for me, she was called to Flemeth and as the night wore on Flemeth had us both. We used Flemeth and she used us to sate our each other’s hungers, hungers developed from the fear of the chantry catching us, from the long days of travel, the poor food and lack of restful sleep one must accept while on a long journey. We fed on each other as if we were feeding on the very souls of each other.
The really weird part was as I fell asleep naked sated for the night with a smile on my lips I no idea where our clothes lay, nor did I seem to care. I neither cared that the three of us entwined as we were might have some uncomfortable feelings to deal with in the morning as my last conscious thought before sleep took me. As I awoke fully dressed still wrapped in my blanket alone, in the spot where I fell asleep the night before the scratches of Flemeth's passion were gone, not healed but gone. No mention was made by either Flemeth or Bethany of the night activities, and there seemed to be no weirdness that would be associated with such events of the night before. It was if I was the only one who remembered or even experienced the night activities. A few days later as we traveled to Kirkwall I did feel a right moment to confide in Flemeth as to the dream(?). Flemeth apologized as she confessed that the spices she used in the trout could cause vivid dream of that type if one consumes too much, and I was assured that it was indeed a dream. Satisfied with her explanation, still somewhat wary as to how easy it seemed to be to describe the details of the dream, leaving out Bethany of course, to Flemeth she seemed flattered and yet embarrassed by my telling.
Upon reaching the outskirts of the Kirkwall gate Flemeth announced that she was leaving our company thanking us for the company. After the two women exchanged good bys Bethany turned to walk towards the Kirkwall gate. Leaving Flemeth and I with some discrete distance, with a barely audible whisper Flemeth thanked me for the night under the oaks. As we were just about to part with a peck to the cheek she brought back in a flood that almost knocked me from my feet all the familiar sensations I experienced only a few short night ago under the oaks as if to reassure me that it was no dream. With a twinkle in her eye and a chuckle on her lips the Lady I knew as Flemeth turned and walked away in the forest. I never did see her again but sometimes when I have stream trout the memories of that night under the oaks will come back in a satisfying flood, the power of which has diminished over time.
Sincerely
Asai
Dear Pearlhouse,
I never thought I would be writing this letter but I swear to the maker the most amazing thing happened to me the other day. I was walking along the road with my sister and we got jumped by these dark spawn raiders. We were maintaining a fair accounting of ourselves when an ogre joined in the fray and then any advantage we had slipped away. It was looking bleak for the home team when all of the sudden out of nowhere this woman appears. Understand that when I say woman I mean exactly that, lithe feminine grace, every step the woman took was part of some dance that was ancient but deadly. Dark spawn fell before her power as she worked her incantations like some erotic performance in the bawdy houses of Denerim. It was as if every step was meant to draw the eye to the slip of exposed flesh of the hips, the thigh, and the chest, I could not help myself such was the mesmerizing power of her dance of death.
Upon the death of all the dark spawn we exchanged pleasantries, and I found her name was Flemeth from Feraldin, a fellow apostate mage as is Bethany, both on the run from the Denerim chantry. She was heading north she said an attempt to find a new place where the Chantry's power was not so absolute, and it was Bethany who suggested we travel together. The rest of the day was uneventful as we made camp under the cover of some oaks by a small clear running stream. I had managed to spear some fish from the stream for dinner and Flemeth offered to cook it up using some recipe she said would make these trout the best we have ever tasted, and she was correct.
Later as we started to settle down and decide what the watch rotations would be it was decided that Flemeth, myself and then Bethany. I settled into my blanket to grab some shut eye. I awoke later to the intimate touch of Flemeth, who informed me that she would stand watch with me for a bit before retiring. As we sat under the same blanket to protect from the chill of the night I could feel the warmth of her body pressed against mine. I have no idea how it happened but the next thing I knew we were entwined, exchanging hot passionate kisses under the blanket. It was as if I was entranced, fully awake yet in some dream where Flemeth was in complete control. The things she did and the way they made me feel was incredible, I have never experienced it before or since.
What was extremely weird was later I noticed that at some point my sister Bethany apparently woke either from our cries of ecstasy or from the power I felt radiate from Flame’s body as I explored every inch with my prodding tongue. It was at this point I looked to Flemeth for an explanation and I was hushed with a finger tip as she called Bethany over to join us. I know, but Bethany was not for me, she was called to Flemeth and as the night wore on Flemeth had us both. We used Flemeth and she used us to sate our each other’s hungers, hungers developed from the fear of the chantry catching us, from the long days of travel, the poor food and lack of restful sleep one must accept while on a long journey. We fed on each other as if we were feeding on the very souls of each other.
The really weird part was as I fell asleep naked sated for the night with a smile on my lips I no idea where our clothes lay, nor did I seem to care. I neither cared that the three of us entwined as we were might have some uncomfortable feelings to deal with in the morning as my last conscious thought before sleep took me. As I awoke fully dressed still wrapped in my blanket alone, in the spot where I fell asleep the night before the scratches of Flemeth's passion were gone, not healed but gone. No mention was made by either Flemeth or Bethany of the night activities, and there seemed to be no weirdness that would be associated with such events of the night before. It was if I was the only one who remembered or even experienced the night activities. A few days later as we traveled to Kirkwall I did feel a right moment to confide in Flemeth as to the dream(?). Flemeth apologized as she confessed that the spices she used in the trout could cause vivid dream of that type if one consumes too much, and I was assured that it was indeed a dream. Satisfied with her explanation, still somewhat wary as to how easy it seemed to be to describe the details of the dream, leaving out Bethany of course, to Flemeth she seemed flattered and yet embarrassed by my telling.
Upon reaching the outskirts of the Kirkwall gate Flemeth announced that she was leaving our company thanking us for the company. After the two women exchanged good bys Bethany turned to walk towards the Kirkwall gate. Leaving Flemeth and I with some discrete distance, with a barely audible whisper Flemeth thanked me for the night under the oaks. As we were just about to part with a peck to the cheek she brought back in a flood that almost knocked me from my feet all the familiar sensations I experienced only a few short night ago under the oaks as if to reassure me that it was no dream. With a twinkle in her eye and a chuckle on her lips the Lady I knew as Flemeth turned and walked away in the forest. I never did see her again but sometimes when I have stream trout the memories of that night under the oaks will come back in a satisfying flood, the power of which has diminished over time.
Sincerely
Asai
#196
Posté 25 octobre 2010 - 05:19
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And usually I think fan fiction is crap.
So that's saying something!
So that's saying something!
#198
Posté 25 octobre 2010 - 05:24
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Flemeth is the ultimate cougar.
#199
Posté 25 octobre 2010 - 05:26
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Nobody asked your opinion.Brockololly wrote...
#200
Posté 25 octobre 2010 - 05:28
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Rattleface wrote...
Nobody asked your opinion.Brockololly wrote...
Wow, how rude.
