
her bra from the front could be low cut.
or maybe that's just her jammies:lol:
Modifié par nightcobra8928, 14 février 2011 - 05:28 .

Modifié par nightcobra8928, 14 février 2011 - 05:28 .
Modifié par nightcobra8928, 14 février 2011 - 10:18 .
Modifié par nightcobra8928, 14 février 2011 - 11:40 .
when did he post this?nightcobra8928 wrote...
from chris chris priestly:
To help you better understand Isabela as a character, here is a short story written by the Dragon Age 2 Development team.
Isabela
The woman that walks into the Hanged Man is a sight, bedraggled and scruffy, like a rat that’s been soaking in the bilge for a week. Her ripped, weather-beaten smock is stained with soot from Lowtown’s chimneys and her boots, while of fine leather, are well-worn and crudely patched in a number of places. Her bearing, however, is proud, even arrogant, and she strides into the tavern like she owns the place.
“They told me I could get a drink here,” she says, coming toward the bar with a singular purpose. She slaps a half-dozen silver coins onto my counter. “What’ll this get me?”
“It’ll get you drunk enough,” I say.
“Then keep the liquor coming till the coin runs out. And make it strong.”
I wipe a chipped clay tumbler with my apron and fill it with the tavern’s most potent brew. She snatches it from my hand before I’m done pouring, and downs the drink in one gulp.
“You really needed that, didn’t you?” I pour her another drink.
“You have no idea.” She sighs and rubs her temples. “They call me Isabela, by the way. You might as well learn the name. I think I’m going to be here a while.”
It doesn’t take long for a foul-smelling longshoreman to show up. Isabela stiffens as she feels a hand, low on her back. The longshoreman opens his mouth to say something, but never gets the chance. Isabela grabs the man by the wrist, twisting his arm behind him. His cry is one of shock rather than pain, but that quickly changes as Isabela rams her elbow into the back of the neck, slamming his face into the wooden bar-top.
“Touch me again, and I’ll break more than just these,” she hisses in his ear. And then she snaps the fingers of the offending hand. I hear a crunch, several sickening pops, and a howl of pain. The longshoreman slinks away, cradling his hand and spitting curses.
“What?” she says, holding the empty tumbler out for a refill and daring me to make a comment, any comment. I gesture towards her striking outfit—nothing but a chemise worn without the benefit of a jacket or cloak, covering only the barest minimum required for decency. Put on something like that, and you’re going to get attention whether you want it or not.
“What? This?” She picks at the laces on her bodice, then lets out a short, bitter laugh. “Would’ve dressed up for you, but I left all my polite clothes at the bottom of the ocean.”
As I ponder the meaning of that statement, one of a group of Lowtown ruffians sidles up to the bar. He smirks, greasy lips sliding over yellow teeth in an expression that’s more grimace than smile. “I’m Lucky,” he says.
“Is that a name, or a description?” she asks, not even looking at him.
“It’s both. And If you’re new in Kirkwall, you’ll want to talk to me. My boys and I know everything going on in this town.”
“You know,” says Isabela, coldly. “I once knew a dog named Lucky. Obnoxious little thing, and too stupid to know when he was two yaps away from a kick in the side.”
Lucky turns beet red, and glances at his mates for moral support. Lucky’s boys jeer and laugh, offering no support whatsoever, and Lucky beats a hasty retreat. Isabela plays with the clay tumbler, turning it around this way and that, examining its numerous imperfections. Her eyes narrow.
“Wait,” she says suddenly. “If you know everything going on in Kirkwall, maybe we should talk.”
Lucky nods and grins. Isabela turns to him and I catch a mischievous glint in her eye.
“You see,” she says, smiling for the first time. “I lost something in a shipwreck, and I’d like for it to be found.”
Learn more about Isabela when you play Dragon Age 2.
atheelogos wrote...
when did he post this?nightcobra8928 wrote...
from chris chris priestly:
To help you better understand Isabela as a character, here is a short story written by the Dragon Age 2 Development team.
Isabela
The woman that walks into the Hanged Man is a sight, bedraggled and scruffy, like a rat that’s been soaking in the bilge for a week. Her ripped, weather-beaten smock is stained with soot from Lowtown’s chimneys and her boots, while of fine leather, are well-worn and crudely patched in a number of places. Her bearing, however, is proud, even arrogant, and she strides into the tavern like she owns the place.
“They told me I could get a drink here,” she says, coming toward the bar with a singular purpose. She slaps a half-dozen silver coins onto my counter. “What’ll this get me?”
“It’ll get you drunk enough,” I say.
“Then keep the liquor coming till the coin runs out. And make it strong.”
I wipe a chipped clay tumbler with my apron and fill it with the tavern’s most potent brew. She snatches it from my hand before I’m done pouring, and downs the drink in one gulp.
“You really needed that, didn’t you?” I pour her another drink.
“You have no idea.” She sighs and rubs her temples. “They call me Isabela, by the way. You might as well learn the name. I think I’m going to be here a while.”
It doesn’t take long for a foul-smelling longshoreman to show up. Isabela stiffens as she feels a hand, low on her back. The longshoreman opens his mouth to say something, but never gets the chance. Isabela grabs the man by the wrist, twisting his arm behind him. His cry is one of shock rather than pain, but that quickly changes as Isabela rams her elbow into the back of the neck, slamming his face into the wooden bar-top.
“Touch me again, and I’ll break more than just these,” she hisses in his ear. And then she snaps the fingers of the offending hand. I hear a crunch, several sickening pops, and a howl of pain. The longshoreman slinks away, cradling his hand and spitting curses.
“What?” she says, holding the empty tumbler out for a refill and daring me to make a comment, any comment. I gesture towards her striking outfit—nothing but a chemise worn without the benefit of a jacket or cloak, covering only the barest minimum required for decency. Put on something like that, and you’re going to get attention whether you want it or not.
“What? This?” She picks at the laces on her bodice, then lets out a short, bitter laugh. “Would’ve dressed up for you, but I left all my polite clothes at the bottom of the ocean.”
As I ponder the meaning of that statement, one of a group of Lowtown ruffians sidles up to the bar. He smirks, greasy lips sliding over yellow teeth in an expression that’s more grimace than smile. “I’m Lucky,” he says.
“Is that a name, or a description?” she asks, not even looking at him.
“It’s both. And If you’re new in Kirkwall, you’ll want to talk to me. My boys and I know everything going on in this town.”
“You know,” says Isabela, coldly. “I once knew a dog named Lucky. Obnoxious little thing, and too stupid to know when he was two yaps away from a kick in the side.”
Lucky turns beet red, and glances at his mates for moral support. Lucky’s boys jeer and laugh, offering no support whatsoever, and Lucky beats a hasty retreat. Isabela plays with the clay tumbler, turning it around this way and that, examining its numerous imperfections. Her eyes narrow.
“Wait,” she says suddenly. “If you know everything going on in Kirkwall, maybe we should talk.”
Lucky nods and grins. Isabela turns to him and I catch a mischievous glint in her eye.
“You see,” she says, smiling for the first time. “I lost something in a shipwreck, and I’d like for it to be found.”
Learn more about Isabela when you play Dragon Age 2.
Modifié par nightcobra8928, 15 février 2011 - 08:54 .
Modifié par Yrkoon, 15 février 2011 - 12:39 .
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the scrub wrote...
I honestly don't see why there is so much dislike for isabella. merril just seems to be tali all over agian and she was just plain anoying. and still everyone went crazy aobut her...
That thong is more modest than the one she wears in public.nightcobra8928 wrote...
her bra from the front could be low cut.
or maybe that's just her jammies:lol:
Modifié par Blacklash93, 15 février 2011 - 09:15 .
Blacklash93 wrote...
That thong is more modest than the one she wears in public.nightcobra8928 wrote...
her bra from the front could be low cut.
or maybe that's just her jammies:lol:
Blacklash93 wrote...
That thong is more modest than the one she wears in public.nightcobra8928 wrote...
her bra from the front could be low cut.
or maybe that's just her jammies:lol:
Modifié par dtmoss, 15 février 2011 - 09:21 .
Maria Caliban wrote...
Whenever I read this thread, I see, "I win because I eat kittens."
Poor kittens. Eaten by some heartless pirate wench.
Amen to that.LPPrince wrote...
The mystery bras and undies are actually distracting. lol
I can't see why they don't just make a scene of-
1. Isabella jumping on Hawke and beginning a macking session(like the scene we've seen)
2. Some rolling on the bed, still fully clothed and macking.
3. A back shot of Isabella as she takes off her clothes(NOT getting a shot of anything in front)
4. Close up cuddling(much like the close up shots of their faces in DAO)
5. A shot from the side similar to the sex scene in Underworld:Evolution(which by the way was PG-13) but just of them kissing, not them humping each other or anything
6. End scene
It'd be closer to what we got in ME1 which I thought was better than anything in DAO or ME2.
People forget that what we see in the games isn't actually the sex taking place, but more or less, foreplay.
I figure they need to keep that formula but find ways to keep the characters nude while doing it instead of just going the safe way of putting mystery bras and undies on characters.
dtmoss wrote...
I think it'd be cool if romances had more non-sexual cut scenes too...like maybe even little fights with makeup snuggling and the like...what say you guys?