DalishAssassin wrote...
Just another hour and I shall join you Lucy! You are closer to Dragon Age 2 than me :'(
You guys are all closer-- four hours for me!
DalishAssassin wrote...
Just another hour and I shall join you Lucy! You are closer to Dragon Age 2 than me :'(

Madame Rose Crimsynn wrote...
LOL
Wonder would've happened on New Years with Fem!Mage!Hawke.
Fireworks!
Modifié par Dr. Doctor, 01 janvier 2011 - 04:39 .
Dr. Doctor wrote...
Madame Rose Crimsynn wrote...
LOL
Wonder would've happened on New Years with Fem!Mage!Hawke.
Fireworks!
(Fenris is dancing around the Tavern with a rather tipsy Hawke)
Fenris:(swings by Varric) Dwarf, you have to help me she's drunk off her feet, and I can't even dance.
Varric: (throws up his arms) Well how should I know what to do? I've never been with a mage before!
Fenris:[/i](dancing away from Varric) What about that story you told Carver about that one time in Cumberland?
Varric: The story I told him to keep him out of you and his sister's hair?
Hawke: (half-out of it) You're really shiny sweetie...
Fenris: And your quite observent my dear (muttering) and drunk. (Whispers to Varric) What to I do?
Varric: Just tell her you need to rest for a minute.
Fenris: Who knows what she'll do if she's unoccupied? She's got the power of nature itself and she's drunk off her feet, she could cause chaos if she's left alone.
Varric: (smirking) Well then my elven friend looks like you have quite the conundrum on your hands. (starts to lift his mug of ale to his lips)
Hawke: (looks up at Fenris with a huge smile on her face) Fenris, to you want to see some fireworks?
Fenris: (nervous) Uh...okay
Hawke: Watch this! (Fenris feels a small tingle across his skin as Hawke uses her magic, suddenly Varric's mug of ale explodes in a small flash of blue flame)
Fenris: (noticing that Hawke's head is slumped against his shoulder and the mage is now fast asleep) Oh Maker be praised.
Varric: Well elf, that's all fine and dandy. Now that your problem's solved you can buy me another ale. Consider it my consulting fee.
Fenris: For what! You did absolutly nothing!
Varric: Exactly, you clearly followed my lead and see your problem's solved! Come on, I'll share a story with you while your lady there sleeps it off.
[i]
(Fenris places Hawke next to him on a bench, and sits down to listen to Varric's tale)
Modifié par kwintessa, 01 janvier 2011 - 05:25 .
kwintessa wrote...
Indeed!
Only two months and a week till DA2 comes out.
Pffft, no. I'm not counting.
Dr. Doctor wrote...
Madame Rose Crimsynn wrote...
LOL
Wonder would've happened on New Years with Fem!Mage!Hawke.
Fireworks!
(Fenris is dancing around the Tavern with a rather tipsy Hawke)
Fenris:(swings by Varric) Dwarf, you have to help me she's drunk off her feet, and I can't even dance.
Varric: (throws up his arms) Well how should I know what to do? I've never been with a mage before!
Fenris:(dancing away from Varric) What about that story you told Carver about that one time in Cumberland?
Varric: The story I told him to keep him out of you and his sister's hair?
Hawke: (half-out of it) You're really shiny sweetie...
Fenris: And your quite observent my dear (muttering) and drunk. (Whispers to Varric) What to I do?
Varric: Just tell her you need to rest for a minute.
Fenris: Who knows what she'll do if she's unoccupied? She's got the power of nature itself and she's drunk off her feet, she could cause chaos if she's left alone.
Varric: (smirking) Well then my elven friend looks like you have quite the conundrum on your hands. (starts to lift his mug of ale to his lips)
Hawke: (looks up at Fenris with a huge smile on her face) Fenris, to you want to see some fireworks?
Fenris: (nervous) Uh...okay
Hawke: Watch this! (Fenris feels a small tingle across his skin as Hawke uses her magic, suddenly Varric's mug of ale explodes in a small flash of blue flame)
Fenris: (noticing that Hawke's head is slumped against his shoulder and the mage is now fast asleep) Oh Maker be praised.
Varric: Well elf, that's all fine and dandy. Now that your problem's solved you can buy me another ale. Consider it my consulting fee.
Fenris: For what! You did absolutly nothing!
Varric: Exactly, you clearly followed my lead and see your problem's solved! Come on, I'll share a story with you while your lady there sleeps it off.
(Fenris places Hawke next to him on a bench, and sits down to listen to Varric's tale)
New Year's Day for the M!Hawke banter
Hawke and Isabela are sitting at a table in the Tavern. Hawke looks like he's been in a wrestling match with an ogre, and Isabela has her head burried into Hawke's shoulder.
Hawke: (looks down at Fenris' feet) Fenris, your wearing boots, I didn't think you were the kind of guy that went for full-on boots.
Fenris: (sighs) After what happened last night I don't think I want to go barefoot ever again.
Hawke: (confused) What happened last night?
Varric: Well let's just say that Isabela's "kitten" can't hold his drink as well as he thinks he can.
Fenris: (deadpan) Let us never speak of this again.
New Year's Day for the FemMage!Hawke banter
It is morning in the Tavern, Hawke and Fenris are sitting at a bench talking over breakfast
Hawke: Why are there singe marks on the ceiling, and why does it smell like burning hair?
Fenris: You know how I apparently talk in my sleep? You cast spells in your sleep.
Hawke: (shocked) I do?
Fenris: You do, and quite violently as well.
Hawke: That explains the singe marks but not that burning hair smell.
Fenris: (smiling) Lets just say our dwarven friend won't need a razor for a while.
(At another table Varric sits with a sad expression on his face, he's dressed in his usual attire, the only difference in his appearance is that his shirt is buttoned up)
Dr. Doctor wrote...
Well here on the East Coast its New Years Day.New Year's Day for the M!Hawke banter
Hawke and Isabela are sitting at a table in the Tavern. Hawke looks like he's been in a wrestling match with an ogre, and Isabela has her head burried into Hawke's shoulder.
Hawke: (looks down at Fenris' feet) Fenris, your wearing boots, I didn't think you were the kind of guy that went for full-on boots.
Fenris: (sighs) After what happened last night I don't think I want to go barefoot ever again.
Hawke: (confused) What happened last night?
Varric: Well let's just say that Isabela's "kitten" can't hold his drink as well as he thinks he can.
Fenris: (deadpan) Let us never speak of this again.
New Year's Day for the FemMage!Hawke banter
It is morning in the Tavern, Hawke and Fenris are sitting at a bench talking over breakfast
Hawke: Why are there singe marks on the ceiling, and why does it smell like burning hair?
Fenris: You know how I apparently talk in my sleep? You cast spells in your sleep.
Hawke:[/i] (shocked) I do?
Fenris: You do, and quite violently as well.
Hawke: That explains the singe marks but not that burning hair smell.
Fenris: (smiling) Lets just say our dwarven friend won't need a razor for a while.
[i]
(At another table Varric sits with a sad expression on his face, he's dressed in his usual attire, the only difference in his appearance is that his shirt is buttoned up)
Guest_Ms. Lovey Dovey_*
Modifié par Ms. Lovey Dovey, 01 janvier 2011 - 06:55 .
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GodWood wrote...
David Gaider says he's not.
So he's not.