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[stephen1493]

Lucy_Glitter wrote...

JERK FENRIS

that is all.

Merrill could break him.

Merrill could break the fourth wall if she felt like it.

... but she won't. cuz it's pwetty.

[Ceridwen]

 So this thing was supposed to be ready by our almighty 1000th page, but 'twasn't, so... now my writing rears its self-concious, ugly head again.

Fenris felt it before he saw it. The air was thick and his fingers prickled with pins and needles as the enemy mages, through combined effort, cast a tremendous spell directly above their motley little crew. He lost sight of the rest of his companions in the confusion of the rumbling earth and crackling sky. “Hawke!” He shouted above the din, slicing through another assassin as he made his way out of the spell’s radius. Perhaps he would find her and the others more easily when the damnable lightning wasn’t distracting him.

A wordless call registered itself to his left and he raced up the incline, knocking a pair of archers to their knees in a glowing blur. He rose above the slope and spotted Hawke, surrounded by a group of relentless idiots. Orange light blazed from where she stood, ice crystals bombarding the men as she smacked at them a bit ineffectively with her staff. She looked up at him, panting and bloody and glaring, as if to say Well? Are you going to help me or not?

The elf grinned at her in the most peculiar way before slamming into three of her assailants, his greatsword carving into the ground with the force of his downward swings. She pressed her back against his, giving him leverage against assassins that rushed to fill the gap in the ring surrounding them.

Hawke was mumbling under her breath, voice strengthened by the power of her magic. Fire built up in her palms and a roar filled Fenris’ ears as she thrust them into the air, causing huge masses of flame to rain upon the circlet of enemies. He paused in his carving, resisting the urge to flee or attack the magic user. This particular habit he’d developed while on the run was proving to be an annoying one, due to the fact that his commander was a mage, herself. The bulk of the group fled at that point and the magical storms dissipated, to Fenris’ veiled relief. The battle was over.

Minerva Hawke’s knees buckled and she stumbled forward, catching herself with her staff. Fenris sheathed his greatsword and grabbed one of her robed forearms to help her up. “Thanks for coming to my rescue,” she told him, her voice hoarse with overuse and physical exhaustion.

The elf inclined his head slightly. “You attract too much aggression with those flashy moves of yours. Perhaps you should refrain from pulling stars from the sky every chance you get?” He suggested, eyes glittering with amusement.

Hawke quirked an eyebrow at him before slinging her staff into the holster strapped to her back. “Someone’s in a hypocritical mood today,” she cleared her throat by spitting into the grass, “There’s nothing wrong with you being flashy, I suppose?”

“Of course not. I’m supposed to be flashy,” he reached over his shoulder, curling a clawed hand around the hilt of the huge cleaver strapped to his back, “I’m the one with the big sword.”

This earned a surprised laugh from Minerva, and she reddened as her thoughts wandered where they shouldn’t. “Swords,” she grumbled wearily as she stalked past the warrior, wishing to speak with her brother about making it back to Kirkwall before supper…

“Hawke!” The outcry was powerful with urgency. Minerva turned halfway around to glimpse Fenris charging at her, knocking her down just as she felt an overwhelming pain bloom in her chest ––

Everything went black.

And thus concludes Part I of my nameless epic mini-series!

[AstraDrakkar]

Now tell me this doesn't look yummy!!!

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[stephen1493]

kwintessa wrote...

 So this thing was supposed to be ready by our almighty 1000th page, but 'twasn't, so... now my writing rears its self-concious, ugly head again.

Fenris felt it before he saw it. The air was thick and his fingers prickled with pins and needles as the enemy mages, through combined effort, cast a tremendous spell directly above their motley little crew. He lost sight of the rest of his companions in the confusion of the rumbling earth and crackling sky. “Hawke!” He shouted above the din, slicing through another assassin as he made his way out of the spell’s radius. Perhaps he would find her and the others more easily when the damnable lightning wasn’t distracting him.

A wordless call registered itself to his left and he raced up the incline, knocking a pair of archers to their knees in a glowing blur. He rose above the slope and spotted Hawke, surrounded by a group of relentless idiots. Orange light blazed from where she stood, ice crystals bombarding the men as she smacked at them a bit ineffectively with her staff. She looked up at him, panting and bloody and glaring, as if to say Well? Are you going to help me or not?

The elf grinned at her in the most peculiar way before slamming into three of her assailants, his greatsword carving into the ground with the force of his downward swings. She pressed her back against his, giving him leverage against assassins that rushed to fill the gap in the ring surrounding them.

Hawke was mumbling under her breath, voice strengthened by the power of her magic. Fire built up in her palms and a roar filled Fenris’ ears as she thrust them into the air, causing huge masses of flame to rain upon the circlet of enemies. He paused in his carving, resisting the urge to flee or attack the magic user. This particular habit he’d developed while on the run was proving to be an annoying one, due to the fact that his commander was a mage, herself. The bulk of the group fled at that point and the magical storms dissipated, to Fenris’ veiled relief. The battle was over.

Minerva Hawke’s knees buckled and she stumbled forward, catching herself with her staff. Fenris sheathed his greatsword and grabbed one of her robed forearms to help her up. “Thanks for coming to my rescue,” she told him, her voice hoarse with overuse and physical exhaustion.

The elf inclined his head slightly. “You attract too much aggression with those flashy moves of yours. Perhaps you should refrain from pulling stars from the sky every chance you get?” He suggested, eyes glittering with amusement.

Hawke quirked an eyebrow at him before slinging her staff into the holster strapped to her back. “Someone’s in a hypocritical mood today,” she cleared her throat by spitting into the grass, “There’s nothing wrong with you being flashy, I suppose?”

“Of course not. I’m supposed to be flashy,” he reached over his shoulder, curling a clawed hand around the hilt of the huge cleaver strapped to his back, “I’m the one with the big sword.”

This earned a surprised laugh from Minerva, and she reddened as her thoughts wandered where they shouldn’t. “Swords,” she grumbled wearily as she stalked past the warrior, wishing to speak with her brother about making it back to Kirkwall before supper…

“Hawke!” The outcry was powerful with urgency. Minerva turned halfway around to glimpse Fenris charging at her, knocking her down just as she felt an overwhelming pain bloom in her chest ––

Everything went black.

And thus concludes Part I of my nameless epic mini-series!

Really good, I thourghly enjoyed it. :happy:

Personally I was never a fan of giving Hawke a first name in these short stories though. It kind of takes away that this is all of our possibilities and more of yours. But that's just how I feel.

In any case you've inspired me for a third part of my story.

[Auroras]

AstraDrakkar wrote...

Now tell me this doesn't look yummy!!!

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Omnomnomnomnom 

[bobbyjoe123]

AstraDrakkar wrote...

Now tell me this doesn't look yummy!!!

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ok
what happens now?

Modifié par bobbyjoe123, 03 mars 2011 - 04:15 .

[WMRina]

AstraDrakkar wrote...

Now tell me this doesn't look yummy!!!

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Yummy indeed!

Zevran approves +50  (Sorry, couldn't help it).

Merrill:  Psh.  Amateur.

[Madame Rose Crimsynn]

kwintessa wrote...

 So this thing was supposed to be ready by our almighty 1000th page, but 'twasn't, so... now my writing rears its self-concious, ugly head again.

Fenris felt it before he saw it. The air was thick and his fingers prickled with pins and needles as the enemy mages, through combined effort, cast a tremendous spell directly above their motley little crew. He lost sight of the rest of his companions in the confusion of the rumbling earth and crackling sky. “Hawke!” He shouted above the din, slicing through another assassin as he made his way out of the spell’s radius. Perhaps he would find her and the others more easily when the damnable lightning wasn’t distracting him.

A wordless call registered itself to his left and he raced up the incline, knocking a pair of archers to their knees in a glowing blur. He rose above the slope and spotted Hawke, surrounded by a group of relentless idiots. Orange light blazed from where she stood, ice crystals bombarding the men as she smacked at them a bit ineffectively with her staff. She looked up at him, panting and bloody and glaring, as if to say Well? Are you going to help me or not?

The elf grinned at her in the most peculiar way before slamming into three of her assailants, his greatsword carving into the ground with the force of his downward swings. She pressed her back against his, giving him leverage against assassins that rushed to fill the gap in the ring surrounding them.

Hawke was mumbling under her breath, voice strengthened by the power of her magic. Fire built up in her palms and a roar filled Fenris’ ears as she thrust them into the air, causing huge masses of flame to rain upon the circlet of enemies. He paused in his carving, resisting the urge to flee or attack the magic user. This particular habit he’d developed while on the run was proving to be an annoying one, due to the fact that his commander was a mage, herself. The bulk of the group fled at that point and the magical storms dissipated, to Fenris’ veiled relief. The battle was over.

Minerva Hawke’s knees buckled and she stumbled forward, catching herself with her staff. Fenris sheathed his greatsword and grabbed one of her robed forearms to help her up. “Thanks for coming to my rescue,” she told him, her voice hoarse with overuse and physical exhaustion.

The elf inclined his head slightly. “You attract too much aggression with those flashy moves of yours. Perhaps you should refrain from pulling stars from the sky every chance you get?” He suggested, eyes glittering with amusement.

Hawke quirked an eyebrow at him before slinging her staff into the holster strapped to her back. “Someone’s in a hypocritical mood today,” she cleared her throat by spitting into the grass, “There’s nothing wrong with you being flashy, I suppose?”

“Of course not. I’m supposed to be flashy,” he reached over his shoulder, curling a clawed hand around the hilt of the huge cleaver strapped to his back, “I’m the one with the big sword.”

This earned a surprised laugh from Minerva, and she reddened as her thoughts wandered where they shouldn’t. “Swords,” she grumbled wearily as she stalked past the warrior, wishing to speak with her brother about making it back to Kirkwall before supper…

“Hawke!” The outcry was powerful with urgency. Minerva turned halfway around to glimpse Fenris charging at her, knocking her down just as she felt an overwhelming pain bloom in her chest ––

Everything went black.

And thus concludes Part I of my nameless epic mini-series!

*Points at* Must. CONTINUE! 

[Phoenix_Valkyre]

kwintessa wrote...

 So this thing was supposed to be ready by our almighty 1000th page, but 'twasn't, so... now my writing rears its self-concious, ugly head again.

Fenris felt it before he saw it. The air was thick and his fingers prickled with pins and needles as the enemy mages, through combined effort, cast a tremendous spell directly above their motley little crew. He lost sight of the rest of his companions in the confusion of the rumbling earth and crackling sky. “Hawke!” He shouted above the din, slicing through another assassin as he made his way out of the spell’s radius. Perhaps he would find her and the others more easily when the damnable lightning wasn’t distracting him.

A wordless call registered itself to his left and he raced up the incline, knocking a pair of archers to their knees in a glowing blur. He rose above the slope and spotted Hawke, surrounded by a group of relentless idiots. Orange light blazed from where she stood, ice crystals bombarding the men as she smacked at them a bit ineffectively with her staff. She looked up at him, panting and bloody and glaring, as if to say Well? Are you going to help me or not?

The elf grinned at her in the most peculiar way before slamming into three of her assailants, his greatsword carving into the ground with the force of his downward swings. She pressed her back against his, giving him leverage against assassins that rushed to fill the gap in the ring surrounding them.

Hawke was mumbling under her breath, voice strengthened by the power of her magic. Fire built up in her palms and a roar filled Fenris’ ears as she thrust them into the air, causing huge masses of flame to rain upon the circlet of enemies. He paused in his carving, resisting the urge to flee or attack the magic user. This particular habit he’d developed while on the run was proving to be an annoying one, due to the fact that his commander was a mage, herself. The bulk of the group fled at that point and the magical storms dissipated, to Fenris’ veiled relief. The battle was over.

Minerva Hawke’s knees buckled and she stumbled forward, catching herself with her staff. Fenris sheathed his greatsword and grabbed one of her robed forearms to help her up. “Thanks for coming to my rescue,” she told him, her voice hoarse with overuse and physical exhaustion.

The elf inclined his head slightly. “You attract too much aggression with those flashy moves of yours. Perhaps you should refrain from pulling stars from the sky every chance you get?” He suggested, eyes glittering with amusement.

Hawke quirked an eyebrow at him before slinging her staff into the holster strapped to her back. “Someone’s in a hypocritical mood today,” she cleared her throat by spitting into the grass, “There’s nothing wrong with you being flashy, I suppose?”

“Of course not. I’m supposed to be flashy,” he reached over his shoulder, curling a clawed hand around the hilt of the huge cleaver strapped to his back, “I’m the one with the big sword.”

This earned a surprised laugh from Minerva, and she reddened as her thoughts wandered where they shouldn’t. “Swords,” she grumbled wearily as she stalked past the warrior, wishing to speak with her brother about making it back to Kirkwall before supper…

“Hawke!” The outcry was powerful with urgency. Minerva turned halfway around to glimpse Fenris charging at her, knocking her down just as she felt an overwhelming pain bloom in her chest ––

Everything went black.

And thus concludes Part I of my nameless epic mini-series!

Cliffhangers....leave you always wanting more! Love it! Thank you for sharing!<3

[Phoenix_Valkyre]

AstraDrakkar wrote...

Now tell me this doesn't look yummy!!!

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*chokes on drink* There really isn't any dessert you can't make into a Fen-tastic treat is there? <3
Love this! Om om om
THANK YOU!!!

[AstraDrakkar]

Glad you enjoyed my "Fenris -Split" Phoenix.


Love the FanFic Madame Rose....Aaaaagh cliffhanger!

(BTW its just one of those things that happens when you have dreams of Fenris and whipped cream...)

Modifié par AstraDrakkar, 03 mars 2011 - 04:27 .

[Ceridwen]

stephen1493 wrote...
Really good, I thourghly enjoyed it. :happy:

Personally I was never a fan of giving Hawke a first name in these short stories though. It kind of takes away that this is all of our possibilities and more of yours. But that's just how I feel.

In any case you've inspired me for a third part of my story.

Thanks! In most cases, I feel the same way, but I've been trying to define my first Hawke through little writings and sketches; this is pretty much a preliminary skeleton/warm-up of something I'll inevitably try to write once the game's released and I know more about Fenris and Hawke.

I'm thrilled I did some inspiring, as well! I know I'm gonna to love the third addition to your story, just as I did the first two.

Madame Rose Crimsynn wrote... *Points at* Must. CONTINUE!

Darlin', it shall. But only for you. 

Phoenix_Valkyre wrote... Cliffhangers....leave you always wanting more! Love it! Thank you for sharing!

Thank you, dear! I felt the cliffhanger was a little cheap on my part, but I didn't want to be a post-hog. I think the second part will be a little more satisfying.

Edit: @AstraDakkar, I rather adore the Fenris-Split and Fenny Cookies, as well. Actually, ice cream sounds really good right now...

Modifié par kwintessa, 03 mars 2011 - 04:30 .

[Phoenix_Valkyre]

AstraDrakkar wrote...

Glad you enjoyed my "Fenris -Split" Phoenix.


Love the FanFic Madame Rose....Aaaaagh cliffhanger!

(BTW its just one of those things that happens when you have dreams of Fenris and whipped cream...)

I like the way you think

*high-five*

[AstraDrakkar]

Yay part 2!!!!!!!!!!!! go kwintessa!


(only 5 days and 27 minutes to go) *watches clock tick*

Modifié par AstraDrakkar, 03 mars 2011 - 04:36 .

[Madame Rose Crimsynn]

kwintessa wrote...

Madame Rose Crimsynn wrote... *Points at* Must. CONTINUE!

Darlin', it shall. But only for you. 

Yes! 

*Hopes for more quickly with fingers crossed* 

[WMRina]

Phoenix_Valkyre wrote...

AstraDrakkar wrote...

Glad you enjoyed my "Fenris -Split" Phoenix.


Love the FanFic Madame Rose....Aaaaagh cliffhanger!

(BTW its just one of those things that happens when you have dreams of Fenris and whipped cream...)

I like the way you think

*high-five*

Dang, I'm trying to do some homework and now you have THAT running through my mind.  Evil.  Pure, evil...........and please excuse me, I need to go finish my dessert before it melts homework. 

[Phoenix_Valkyre]

WMRina wrote...

Phoenix_Valkyre wrote...

AstraDrakkar wrote...

Glad you enjoyed my "Fenris -Split" Phoenix.


Love the FanFic Madame Rose....Aaaaagh cliffhanger!

(BTW its just one of those things that happens when you have dreams of Fenris and whipped cream...)

I like the way you think

*high-five*

Dang, I'm trying to do some homework and now you have THAT running through my mind.  Evil.  Pure, evil...........and please excuse me, I need to go finish my dessert before it melts homework. 

If its any conciliation I'm suppose to be doing hw too...*sigh* whats the use of fighting it, the only option is complete and utter surrender to marvelous whip cream filled Fen-thoughts...

[Ninjacat513]

RIVALMANCE SONG, YALL:

Kiss With a Fist - Florence and the Machine

[dangereusegirl]

Still twenty pages behind, but I dun care.

Only five days to go. I can make it. I know I can.

[Plootion]

Ninjacat513 wrote...

RIVALMANCE SONG, YALL:

Kiss With a Fist - Florence and the Machine

Nice!
Everytime I think rivalmance, this comes to mind.

[Phoenix_Valkyre]

The "Phrase" could also apply to rivalmance as well

[Aesieru]

Fort Drakon conveniently had no one else...

[WMRina]

Aesieru wrote...

Fort Drakon conveniently had no one else...

Offtopic but I also always wondered about that.  Why was no one else being imprisoned there, with it being the height of the civil war and all?  Was it because the prisoners usually went to Howe instead, and were all tortured/killed?  Thus the Warden was the only one trapped there because he was now dead.  Still, it seemed odd...

[Phoenix_Valkyre]

Well I must attempt to actually get some work done.. Goodnight everyone! Sweet Dreams! <3

[DemonSaya]

Phoenix_Valkyre wrote...





The "Phrase" could also apply to rivalmance as well

*Spits tea all over monitor* ... *stare* ...*attempts to retrieve mind from gutter...and ultimately fails*