Well... Here goes nothing...
http://doawin.deviantart.com/#/d377d94
http://doawin.devian...om/#/d377d94 <- (Dev Art link)
Modifié par MagneticDawn, 15 janvier 2011 - 06:10 .
Modifié par MagneticDawn, 15 janvier 2011 - 06:10 .
Modifié par Lucy_Glitter, 15 janvier 2011 - 06:11 .
namedforthemoon wrote...
Here you go, MagneticDawn:
I think it looks very cute.MagneticDawn wrote...
Hello Out there! I have a picture that my sister drew, but she doesn't have or want a bioware forums account, so I'm representing her!
Well... Here goes nothing...
http://doawin.deviantart.com/#/d377d94
Dr. Doctor wrote...
From the sound of what Dave was telling us about Fenris' combat dialogue, I'm kind of reminded of Thane from ME2. Fenris is technically a living weapon, so to him combat might be like a meditative state, where Fenris just lets go and lets his conditioning take hold until the end of the fight.On the subject of Tevinter-Speak
Fenris: Hawke. I, well Ei vento nai mordoi deid.
Hawke: Well that's good to know sweetheart, but I hope that's not something you decided just this minute.
Fenris: Wait, you speak Arcanum?
Hawke: I know a few things, especially what you say about me in your sleep.
Fenris: (muttering) Fenedhis.
(First little blurb translates into "I don't want to kill you" from Arcanum)
On the subject of Fenris' sword:
Isabela: That is a fine blade Fenris. What do you call it?
Fenris: I call it a sword, it is a weapon.
Isabela: I know that Fenris, but most warriors have names for their weapons. Varric's crossbow is named Bianca, and this dagger of mine is named Ezra.
Fenris: You named your weapon after Hawke?
Isabela: (smiling) He gave me this dagger, and just like its namesake it protects me and is always by my side. He carries one named after me. That's the idea behind naming a weapon, it conveys the owner's personallity.
Fenris: This blade is an extention of my arm. A tool. Nothing more.
Isabela: Well then, perhaps you'll change your mind.
Fenris: Perhaps I shall name this blade Silence. as a blow from it stops my foe from bothering me about trivial topics such as the name of my weapon.
Isabela: Touchy today aren't we?
namedforthemoon wrote...
Fenris: Hey, mon.
Isabela: What did you call me?
Fenris: Nutting, mon. Ah just said "Hey".
Isabela: No, you called me a man!
Fenris: No, mon. Ah did no such ting.
Isabela: You just did it again!
Fenris: Ah tink yer goin' a bit loopy, mon. You need t'calm down.
Isabela: AGGHHH!!!
Modifié par trickybunny, 15 janvier 2011 - 06:27 .
Ramante wrote...
Gaider is so mean to us Fenris fans..
He just said in the Merrill thread she has an Australian accent (though I'm not sure he was serious).
And we are debating about possible accents for at least 10 pages. xD
Modifié par Madame Rose Crimsynn, 15 janvier 2011 - 06:29 .
namedforthemoon wrote...
Fenris: Hey, mon.
Isabela: What did you call me?
Fenris: Nutting, mon. Ah just said "Hey".
Isabela: No, you called me a man!
Fenris: No, mon. Ah did no such ting.
Isabela: You just did it again!
Fenris: Ah tink yer goin' a bit loopy, mon. You need t'calm down.
Isabela: AGGHHH!!!
Very smart.Madame Rose Crimsynn wrote...
Ramante wrote...
Gaider is so mean to us Fenris fans..
He just said in the Merrill thread she has an Australian accent (though I'm not sure he was serious).
And we are debating about possible accents for at least 10 pages. xD
Is it time for the wiggle?
*Goes to get it*
=Edit=
Table slamming, wiggle time!
Modifié par Ramante, 15 janvier 2011 - 06:33 .
Ramante wrote...
Nah, I'm kidding. We probably scared him of somehow. I was already mad at myself yesterday for the way I responded to him. He was kind enough to answer my question and my response was just awful, I sounded so ungrateful. ><'
Modifié par LittleMissAngel, 15 janvier 2011 - 06:54 .
LittleMissAngel wrote...
Hello all! I have been lurking around her for a very long time and just generally obsessing about DA2. I just noticed your weekly prompts, so I thought I'd start contributing as well!
Prompt: Rain
The woman known as Lady Hawke stood beneath the tree, her head tilted at an angle to peer between the branches. Droplets of rain hit her face as the leaves above her shifted. Frowning in displeasure, she lowered her gaze to see Bethany and Varric sheltering themselves from the water in an alcove. Bethany shivered. Varric simply looked bored.
“I can see the village from here. It is not far.”
Hawke looked up again just in time to see Fenris climbing down. He jumped from the lowest branch and landed in front of her with more finesse than she could ever muster. Her gaze landed on his hair and the bits of leave stuck in the silken stands. She smiled and reached up to remove the offending fronds, but he automatically recoiled.
Her eyes widened slightly as she immediately pulled back her hand. “Sorry, you have leaves in your hair,” she murmured, trying to hide her embarrassment.
His mossy green eyes lowered to the ground almost as if he were ashamed. “I apologize,” he said. “I did not mean to offend.” Fenris then leaned forward, meeting her gaze, silently giving her permission to continue.
Cheeks flushing, she brushed the leaves away, her fingers sliding between the soft strands. “There, that’s better,” she said brightly.
For once he actually graced her with a smile. It was subtle, but it was there.
“Sister?”
Hawke blinked, the moment broken as she turned to face Bethany and Varric who had come out of hiding. She could’ve sworn Varric’s eyes twinkled in amusement. “I think it best we move on now. The rain has dwindled for the time being,” Bethany said.
Hawke glanced between Bethany and Varric. She could hear that all too familiar lilt in her sister’s voice like she was on the verge of laughing. It seemed they were in on a joke they weren’t willing to share. “I agree,” Fenris spoke suddenly. “The village is near.”
She shot him one last long look before nodding. “Then let’s go.”