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[MagneticDawn]

Ahh dammit, Gaider Genie went *poof*

He REALLY loves to yank our chains.. all well... I'm just hoping that friday or the next release day will come soon.. -sigh- -goes back to fight of the zombie fen-formation starved disease-

[trickybunny]

tankgirly wrote...

trickybunny wrote...

If all remains silent, there's always next time lol Besides that's one thing I admire about the dev team, they interact with their fanbase which is pretty awesome within itself. Imagine the poor slobs who never get the chance to ask questions of any sort to their company of choice..must suck.

EDIT: Also wheres the prompts I want prompts...lol, I also named the LJ community FenAddicts because nobody opposed the corniness of said name XD

I am waiting for some last minute post, darling.

Kk, i'm just so excited ya know?  Depending on the prompts I wanna write another short "speculation" story again, the last one was pretty fun to do. 

[Madame Rose Crimsynn]

*Gollum-voice*

We will starve to death! *Wails pitifully*

Modifié par Madame Rose Crimsynn, 20 janvier 2011 - 04:54 .

[littlenikki]

Yea, I'd offer to share my beer with Gaider for some Fen info but...yea *hugs bottle tightly to chest* I don't share

[Minxie]

Here I am, almost midnight, sitting on my bed and afraid to go to sleep lest I miss Gaider stopping by to toss out some new info... I'll probably fall asleep with my phone clutched in my hands. XD

[MagneticDawn]

@mrc

>______< DON'T THINK ABOUT IT!!!

Just think your in march! It'd be all better then! the box will open gloriously! and we will start our customization on our Hawkes! and name it after our warden which they so cruelly discontinued And then we'll rush to meet Fenris!

[SteamPunks]

Nice, took a shower came back and didn't miss page 400



But missed a potential rare Gaider sighting. Congratulations Ser Gaider. I have used your name enough that my phone accepts "Gaider" as a word and will capitalize it whenever I type it.

[Madame Rose Crimsynn]

@Magnetic



But it's so far! *Stares at calender, which feels like it's grown a million miles long*

[EighmyLupin]

I have a bad feeling I'll start dreaming its march. Only to wake up sad because it isn't.

[littlenikki]

SteamPunks wrote...

But missed a potential rare Gaider sighting. Congratulations Ser Gaider. I have used your name enough that my phone accepts "Gaider" as a word and will capitalize it whenever I type it.

An elusive creature, the Gaider will not surface often, but when he does you can be sure to expect a delightful show. Teasing those around him with his loud, often misleading "posts", it is frequent that all spectators are left in a dazed and even more confused state than when he had first made his presence known. Confrontation is not suggested...

[MagneticDawn]

@MRC and Lupin



Shh.. shh... shh.... We're there...

The snow has melted, you see? The sky couldn't be bluer, the sun, couldn't have shone more then today, and the clouds dance above over a large green grassy hill. Fenris is waiting there, with open arms to greet your hawke.

[SteamPunks]

littlenikki wrote...

SteamPunks wrote...

But missed a potential rare Gaider sighting. Congratulations Ser Gaider. I have used your name enough that my phone accepts "Gaider" as a word and will capitalize it whenever I type it.

An elusive creature, the Gaider will not surface often, but when he does you can be sure to expect a delightful show. Teasing those around him with his loud, often misleading "posts", it is frequent that all spectators are left in a dazed and even more confused state than when he had first made his presence known. Confrontation is not suggested...

I had a masterball ready and everything

Anyone know his mating call? Maybe we can lure him yet.

[MagneticDawn]

@steampunks

Well, I have the horn... but that only works in a three part three thing, must call it three seperate times in fen-formation starvation, and Must have all three Components, Anna0_o as our believe leader, and a pull of tears..

Three Parts: Horn, Anna0_o and the believe, accompanied with the tears..

[SteamPunks]

Curses. At least we are like 12 posts away from 400.



I'm sure we can find tears. There is no shortage of them in this thread >.<



Also was there any confirmation on LI info in Feb or are we guessing cause of v-day?

[tankgirly]

Right folks. First things first, prompt entries from the past week:

Freedon

[quote]Yellow Words wrote...

Prompt: Freedon

The months passed and slowly he started to get used to it. He no longer stormed away in anger or swore loudly. The hurtful remarks he used to speak had dried out. He was starting to get used to it.

He had spent weeks trying to figure out why she always touched his cheek ever so softly. She did not behave this way around anyone else. He thought that she was taking pity on him, like so many had done before her. Pity on the poor elf with lyrium in his veins. That was when he stopped being puzzled by her behavior and started to hate it. Blinded by rage he resorted to hurtful and snide remarks about her and anything that would cause her to sigh and walk away.

A laugh filled the night and her touch followed and he sighed. No real words were spoken between them anymore. She passed by followed closely by Varric as they made their way to the campfire. Her touch had became part of his life. It followed him wherever he went.

She had proved herself to be trustworthy. Together they had dealt with ghosts from his past and in a way she had set him free. He had been searching for true freedom ever since his escape but now when he had it in his grasp - he had stayed.

Sometimes he thought about apologizing to her for everything he had said. It was said in anger and it was nothing he really meant. A voice inside him always stopped him and convinced him that he had burnt that bridge. He had misjudged her and her intentions. While he still did not know why she kept touching him he knew that it was not out of pity. He sighed and looked at the pair by the fire. The dwarf had pulled out a bottle of wine and was in the middle of telling one of his many stories.

He noticed the ease with which they talked and he could hear her laughing while Varric kept retelling the story. There was light in her eyes but something was still missing. A hand clapped around his shoulder and he jerked back from his reverie.

"You should talk to her." Isabela said, looking at the pair sitting by the fire. She was met by a snort.

"About what, pirate?" It came out harsher than he meant.

"Men." Isabela snorted. "Always so slow to realize what needs to be done." She walked towards the fire and sat down by the dwarf, taking a healthy sip of from the wine bottle.

Another sigh escaped from him as he made up his mind. Annoying as she was he could not deny that she was right. She seemed to be that a lot. As he walked up to the fire Hawke's eyes followed his every move, something he did not fail to notice. Whether it was a good or bad sign - he could not decide. He stood there quietly while he tried to find the right words.

"Are ye' joining us or not elf?" Varric asked, peeved to be interrupted in the middle of a story.

Ignoring the dwarf he looked at Hawke. "May I speak to you?"

She nodded her head but made no sign to get up and he had to fight the eyeroll he felt coming. "In private." He clarified.

Looking slightly stunned she got up and started to follow him. They had not spoken, just the two of them, in a long while.

"Hurry up lass or you'll miss the best part of the story!" Varric shouted behind them.

He led a way through the trees until he was certain they could speak and not be overheard by the others. Once again he was struggling to find the right words. Nervously he put his hands in his pockets and looked everywhere but at her.

"Fenris?" When she got no response she stepped closer and put her hand on his cheek, that always got a reaction from him.

Unprepared for the contact he drew in a breath and fought the urge to take a step back. He figured it was best to face the fear and not prolong it so he met her eyes.

"I want to.." He said quietly as he took another deep breath to calm his nerves. He had not thought this through. What if she refused to accept his apology?

.."apologize." He said at last. With his heart in his throat he watched her reaction. It shifted from surprised to confused.

"For what?" She stuttered. This was not what she had been expecting.

He could not back down now. "For the way I have been treating you. My anger does not belong to you."

A small smile formed on her lips. "Thank you Fenris. Would you please join us by the fire?" She started to walk back but turned around and placed a featherlight kiss on his cheek.

Once she was out of sight the corners of his mouth turned upwards. They might not be the closest of friends yet but he had started building that bridge.

…"And by the time the campfire had died down Fenris was tasting the lovely lady's wine." Varric winked and grinned. "Ye' get it? The lovely lady's wine." A boyish giggle escaped the dwarf.

Cassandra slammed her fist into a nearby table. For a moment she played with the thought of leaving. Of finding some other way to stop the approaching war. Did she really need to know everything about the champion? Yes, if she wanted the land to be safe and the smug dwarf knew this and was not making things easy for her.

"Bull****!" She screamed out in frustration. "Tell me what really happened."
[/quote]

[quote]trickybunny wrote...

Prompt: Freedon

(bigger version on my Deviantart page)

[quote]&nbsp;“Maybe I should just die... right
here...” He thought solemnly to himself, anything was better
then being the nameless property of that bastard magister. He had
been running so hard and for so long, he hadn't noticed how much
pain he was actually in and how his constant movement was only
worsening things.

Legs shakily giving way until he could
run no longer. He found himself staring into the blackness of the
night sky, the water surrounding him cool to his skin as it eased the
burning he felt beneath his scarred flesh.


Looking at his palm he saw the
pronounced state of his veins, so very sensitive that it felt that
even looking at them the way he was now would burst them. Trembling
he could feel his bandages unraveling around him and he knew that the
longer he laid there the chances of his recapture increased.


“But I can't move. Even if I
wanted to...I just can't it hurts too much.” He
lamented and bordered on just giving up, even if he laid here and
'died' what was to stop someone from finding him and bringing him
back? What if it was the wrong someone? All he had done was run he
hadn't calculated how far, and what if it wasn't far enough?


A sigh
escaped his lips. Eyes threatening to close as an escape to his
racing mind, that is until something caught his attention.


A lone
bird, soared overhead such a simple thing but an impressive sight to
him. The ability to fly, to be able to just up and go where you
pleased, the freedom of it all. However there he laid, clinging to
life in the river bank about ready to give up.


Something
in the back of his mind didn't want this to be his fate, if he
wanted to die so badly why run away at all? He had gotten his freedom
but at what cost? He couldn't very well enjoy it if he was dead, he
couldn't give up...not now.&nbsp;


[/quote]
[/quote]

[quote]Margaret_TheElf wrote...

Prompt theme: Freedom

Serious (based off a conversation earlier in the thread.)


.......Not So Serious (was going to color whole thing; only felt like coloring shark.)

[/quote]

[quote]ceruleancrescent wrote...

This includes 2 prompts: Rain and Freedom

His eyes opened at the the sound of the
rain making large, flat notes on the durable canvas of his tent,
pulling him from his silent meditation into lucid consciousness.
Slow, intermittent drops hit at random before increasing in number
and frequency into a steady downpour of rain. He should have been
sleeping, or at least trying to get as close to true sleep as he
possibly could. Yet, such a thing was impossible for him; he could
not remember ever having a peaceful or comfortable night's sleep for
the constant threat that always weighed on his mind was too heavy to
ever achieve rest.
He sat up as the rain increased in
strength and continued to pour down incessantly. The sound it made
was naturally melodic and strangely comforting to his discontented
mind. It drowned out the swirling thoughts until there was nothing
but the rain and his breathing. For a few precious moments there was
only oblivion.

Without consciously meaning to he
rose from his bed and walked out into the open rain, acting on the
need he felt to be out from the suffocating enclosure of his tent and
into the open air. He looked up to the dark sky, blinking against the
wet, cold drops that hit his face and arms. His warm skin cooled at
their contact and the sensation brought him back to alert
consciousness. The rare humid weather they had been experiencing the
past few days had dissipated from the rain and the air had become
cool and crisp. A chill ran up his spine, causing him to notably
shiver as his wet hair began to curl, hanging in obscuring clumps
before his eyes and sticking to the back of his neck and face. He
closed his eyes, running his hands through his hair and causing it to
lay haphazardly as he lifted it away from his line of sight. When he
opened his eyes he froze, his eyes widening and his breath catching
in his throat at what he saw before him.
The Lady Hawke was in front of him,
facing away as she stood a few paces from her own tent situated off
to the right and front of his own, her arms outstretched and face
upturned to the down-pouring rain. Her eyes were closed, a contented
smile on her lips, as the rain ran down her face, her neck, her
shoulders and her outstretched arms. It dripped from her wet hair
that was plastered to her forehead and neck, making patterns against
her skin. She spun once, twice, and then her arms moved from her
sides to above her head, her hands moved down her face and neck
before she ran her hands through her damp hair just has he had done
to his own moments before. She was still for a moment before she
opened her eyes before turning to pick up the heavy cloak she had
shed for the lighter clothing she presently wore. She stopped
suddenly, a surprised look on her face, when her eyes met his.
He had always found her features
pleasant to look at; he supposed she probably was considered a beauty
by most, though he doubted she cared much for such things. Her
physical appearance did not go unnoticed by others, despite how she
felt about the topic. In the short time since they joined causes,
whenever he had overheard someone complimenting her they usually
commented on the luxuriousness of her hair or the shapeliness of her
figure. But the feature that he personally found to be the most
stunning, however, was the particular color and luminescent quality
of her eyes. It was those eyes he found presently staring into his
own with matched intensity.

Her mouth moved as she moved towards
him then, her features becoming more clear and defined as he could
now see the telltale concern lines on her brow, the slight pull of
her lips downwards in a frown of worry. He could see, through the
rain that threatened to obscure his view, the quick movements of
those arresting eyes as they flicked here, there and all around,
looking for some sign for need of her concern, before their gaze
returned to rest on his face, returned to peer into his still widened
eyes.
He received sudden clarity as an
overwhelming and violent flash of sensation went through him, rocking
him out of his daze and causing him to back away a few paces with
unbelievable speed. His body quickly formed an instinctual defensive
posture as his breath escaped quickly through his gritted teeth in a
low hiss. He lifted his eyes to see the shocked and concerned look on
Hawke's face and immediately realized what had happened.

She had seem him standing in the rain
wide eyed and still, she had called to him, though while deep in his
own thoughts he had not heard her, had not recognized that she was
speaking to him. She moved towards him, perhaps to see him better,
perhaps to see if all was well. Then, because she had grown concerned
and because it was a natural thing to her, she had touched his arm
and the sensation had violently ripped through his body and shocked
him. His reaction had shocked her in return and the look she now gave
him, one that was was mix of unease and hesitation, was unbearable to
him.

“Fenris?” Her voice was
unusually tentative but still strong, unwavering, with the familiar
timbre that he had grown to recognize, to appreciate. “Are
you....is everything...did I...”

“Yes, Yes, of course.” He spoke,
his voice steadier than he thought, as he recovered his posture so
that he was standing upright and not slightly crouched as if poised
to attack. “Everything is well, Lady.” He was silent for a
moment, trying to calm the edginess he felt within. Her expression
turned from one of apprehension to that of questioning, as if she did
not quite believe that everything was indeed well. It seemed as if
she needed more information to be convinced and so to be able to
avoid further discussion on what had transpired. “I had wanted to
see the rain.” He said matter of factly, as if that explained
everything. She studied him for a moment before her expression
lightened some, though the look of concern never completely left her
face.
“I had wanted to see the rain as
well...” She said softly, her gaze moving off of him as she looked
at the rain that still came down around them, though it seemed to
have lightened from its previous intensity.

“If that is all...” He started as
he moved to return to his tent but stopped at the sound of his name
once more.
“Fenris!” She said louder than
before, stopping him from leaving. A moment of silence passed between
the before he turned back to face her, his expression emotionless.
“Yes, Lady?” He said without
inflection in his voice though he was concerned, he did not know what
more she could want to say to him.

“Fenris...”she began, her
expression uneasy as she played with her hands in front of her as she
spoke. “I hope you understand...I mean, I hope you know that,
well....” she closed her eyes suddenly, taking a deep breath before
beginning again. “I am very grateful that you choose to join
m-us...that you chose to join us on our cause. I have agreed to help
with your cause in anyway that I can and I will keep that promise,
but I hope you know that I have no hold on you, that you are free to
come and go as you please if you so choose it.” His eyes widened as
she spoke, her words were incredulous to him.
“I...I do not understand. Do you not
wish to hold me to our accord as I plan to hold you to it? Or do you
mean to break the accord altogether...”
“No! No, no....”She said suddenly,
interrupting him. He noticed she was playing with her hands once
again. “I'm not saying it right. What I mean to say is, that I hope
you understand ...that you're free to choose whether or not you want
to stay with us, however long you with to stay with us...” She saw
the look of confusion was still on his face and began again. “I'm
saying that what we have is an accord among comrades, and, I hope, an
accord among friends.”

“...Friends?”
Friends. The word felt
strange to him. He understood what it meant, two people having a bond
based on mutual respect and trust for the other. He, however, had
never had someone he felt he could have such a bond with, at least,
not since he awoke having no memory of himself whatsoever.

“Yes,
friends. I want you to chose to stay here in honor our accord because
you chose to and not because you feel like you have to or must do so.
You have the freedom to chose how to you live your life as all of us
do, its your freedom to do so. I just wanted to be sure that you
understood.” His mind was reeling. Freedom? Yes, he understood that
now he escaped the Magister that his life was his own. When he joined
the Lady Hawke and her companions he chose to do so out of their
mutual accord. But did he ever feel as if he was being coherced to do
so? No, the Lady Hawke and the Magister were as different as day and
night. He stayed because he respected her, respected her cause. She
had helped him, put herself in danger, when she didn't have to, he
respected her...there was no one else he respected or trusted more.

“Friends.”He
spoke the word again, it still felt foreign to him, odd to hear it
rolling off of his tongue. “Yes. I stay here because I chose to. We
have an accord, we are friends, Lady.” He said seriously and when
he saw her face brighten with such happiness from just a few simple
words from him he felt a rush of a foreign emotion that cause his
chest to tighten as if his heart was trapped in a vice.

“Hawke.”
She said simply and when she saw the look of confusion that crossed
his face she explained further. “We are friends, Fenris, so please
call me Hawke as everyone else does.” He was silent for a moment,
as if he were struggling with something, before answering.
“Hawke,
then.” Her smile brightened further and he felt the invisible vice
that was gripping his heart squeeze down harder.

He
saw her hand move towards him, as if to touch his arm again, but she
stopped mid motion and pulled back, plastering her hand to her side,
an unreadable expression crossing her face. He began to say
something, he wasn't certain exactly what he would have said, but he
was silenced when she spoke first.

“Look
at us standing here in the rain. Forgive me for prattling on, we have
a long journey tomorrow.” She turned as started towards her tent
before stopping suddenly and turning her head back towards him.
“Sleep well, Fenris.” She said softly before she entered her tent
and disappeared from his sight.
He
stared at where she had stood for a few heartbeats. “Goodnight-”
He paused. There was a name on his lips, the name that he wished to
call her. It was not, Hawke, the name she had asked him to call her,
that name wasn't personal to her alone as she shared it with her
sibling that traveled with the group. No, the name he said was
delicate and lovely to his ears. He loved the way the word rolled off
his tongue, slightly changed by his unmistakeable accent, but
wonderful just the same. It was that name that he whispered before he
fell into one of the most restful night's sleep he could ever
remember.

[/quote]

[quote]lnicol1900 wrote...

Prompt: Freedon

www.fanfiction.net/s/6665192/1/Freedom

[/quote]

[quote]PoisonTheCity wrote...

Prompt: Freedom
[quote]
Any sense of time had long since left him. Any clear thought of what he should do next slipped through his mind the moment it formed, overwhelmed by his instinct to run. To run as far as his armoured body could take him, to run further than what the magister could control him. He had no idea how far the mage’s reach was or how long he’d be away for, so he ran.

He ran until his every muscle screamed in protest, until his arm went numb from supporting the sword he’d grabbed, until his feet bled from his mind’s apathy to the rocky landscape. He ran until darkness engulfed the day, and he could barely see where his next step would lead him. He ran until he collapsed, breath coming to him in gasps.

Time passed in a haze then as he slipped between waking and dreaming, and he almost expected to see the magister’s outraged face above him, ordering his lackeys to take him back to the maddening little room he was kept in. The hilt of the stolen sword lay heavy in his open palm, but if anyone showed up, he could do nothing with it in his exhaustion.

But his strength returned to him, slowly, as did his senses. He saw streaks of orange scattered weakly across the night; heard a songbird’s tune as it sailed through the wind, and he wondered how long he’d slept. He dragged himself to his aching feet, using the sword to support him, and stumbled across the land until he found a small stream and drank his fill.

Finally, he made his way up a hill, looking back at how far he’d gotten. The city was long behind him; he could be almost certain the magister could not control him here. Taking a deep breath, he took in his surroundings. The grass around him brushed high against his legs as it danced in the morning breeze. The sky, now pink, stretched on endlessly with the grassland below. Grassland he would have to travel through, for the magister would surely search for him.

But it did not matter that he was running, or that he’d have to find or steal food to sustain himself. Nor did it matter that he had no map or sense of direction outside the streets of Tevinter. The fact that he had no destination didn’t matter to him either, because at that moment, he was free.

And he hadn’t felt freedom for as long as he could remember. [/quote]


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Rain

[quote]LittleMissAngel wrote...


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.”[/quote]

[quote]kitterkat wrote...

PROMPT: Rain
Night Hawke walked through the rain - which helped hide her in the shadows- to the tavern where her campans would be. She steeped in the little tavern, to lay eyes on Varric telling some odd story to the others. They not notice, but noticed Fenirs was not there yet.So she went outside to wait for him.
Night did not wait long.
"Night why are you still out here?" said Fenirs " Should you not be inside?"
" I was waiting for you.They others would not notice I am not there. The dwarf is telling them some odd story that in voles nugs and butter. Why are you late. I was worried ." to late did she relives she said to much ,and she blushed.(oh, well to late now. I guess.)
"i loss track of time. You could ceath a cold i you stay out here any longer " then he put his clock arouned her " why is you can remeber piosion that can kill a man in less then five mintutes, but not your clock. Come on least see whats all this about nugs and butter.[/quote]

[quote]smallNightmare wrote...

Prompt:Rain

Fenris slowly left the bed. He turned around and
looked at Marian, or champion, as others called her, sleeping soundly. A sudden
rush of guilt made him look away. He didn’t like sneaking away alone at night,
especially after she had went through the trouble of helping him find some
clues about the Tevinter magister that was his former master. “This is the most
practical way” he thought to himself, “the magister can sense it if any mage
gets too close, he’s always expecting assassins”, turning around he looked at
her one final time “this is safer as well” he thought before picking his sword
and leaving the tent.

The camp was in the middle of a forest, with trees
so tall that sunlight never reached the ground. Fenris looked around, Carver
had the first watch that night, but mercifully he was fat sleep near the fire.
Isabella was probably sleeping as well, although she didn’t need to keep watch.
He walked away from the camp as quietly as he could, then when he was sure no
one could hear him, he started running towards the Tevinter ruins where the
magister was supposed to be. He had already memorized a map which Varric had
managed to dig up. When he was about half way to the ruins, it started raining,
slowly at first, but it got worse by the second. By the time Fenris was at the
edge of the ruins, it had turned into a storm.

It was impossible to miss the ruins; a structure
made of white marble about one meter above the forest was not something you see
every day in a forest such as this. It must have been the remains of a small
fort, or a big house. The marble floor looked grand, but it still showed the
touch of ages. In many places, the marble had broken and grass and even some
trees had grown. The trees weren’t as tall as the other parts of the forest. It
couldn’t have been more than a few decades ago that the marble had finally
given in, allowing the trees to start growing while the forest itself was
centuries old. Fenris could see clearly from between the trees. There was an
altar right in the middle of the structure, covered with shining arcane runes
and the magister stood before it, seemingly oblivious to the world around him,
his staff laying on the ground in front of the alter.

Fenris moved quietly towards the altar. The heavy
rain masked any sound he might have made. When he was right behind the
magister, who didn’t seem to have noticed anything busy as he was examining the
altar, he raised his sword, slowly and quietly and then brought it down with
full force. He could feel that he had
hit something, but didn’t hear the sound of metal cutting flesh. When he looked
up, he saw that the sword had struck some king of invisible magical barrier
which was a few centimeters away from magister’s back. “Did you really think
that I would leave myself open?” said the magister without even turning around.

Surprised, Fenris jumped back a few steps, getting
ready to attack. The magister finally turned around, almost reluctantly.
Griping his sword with both hands, Fenris started to attack. The magister
raised his right hand and pointed at him. Suddenly he was unable to move, like
he was trapped inside a cage, with a heavy force crushing down on him. Unable
to withstand the pressure, Fenris kneeled on the marble ground. The magister
picked up his staff and started to walk toward him. Remembering the horrors
that he had suffered in the magister’s hands, Fenris summoned all his strength
and throw his sword at him. The magister was so surprised that he couldn’t
dodge or raise a magical defense in time, but Fenris’s aim was a little off,
the sword made a deep cut in the magister’s side, instead of striking him at
his heart.

Quickly regaining his footing, the magister touched
the wound with his hand, and it healed in an instant. Smiling, he looked Fenris
in the eye, “May I ask what made you think that it was a good idea to throw
your only weapon away, leaving yourself defenseless?”, he started walking
closer to him, “well, not that you had any chance to begin with, but this was
rather stupid, don’t you think. I was going to retrieve you and bring you back
to my tower, but if this is the best you can do, then I guess you are just a
failed experiment. I’ll dispose of you now so that I’m not troubled later”.
Standing right in front of Fenris, the magister raised his staff. Suddenly the
rain stopped. For a moment Fenris thought that it was the magister’s doing, but
he looked just as surprises. Looking up, he saw that the rain hadn’t actually
stopped. It was like an invisible hand was holding the rain drops in mid-air
and moving them closer together. They joined together forming many long shapes
that looked strangely familiar. “Daggers!” said the magister, in an excited
voice “how clever!”

As if his voice was a command, the water daggers
turned white, freezing in mid-air and then rushed together towards the
magister. He raised his staff, but there were too many of them. They hit in a
cloud of water drops and powdered ice that concealed the magister from Fenris’s
view. The rain started again and the force holding him down was lifted so he
stumbled to stand up, looking about at the same time for his rescuer. Marian
was standing right behind him, with her staff in hand, panting slightly. “Why
did you follow me?” said Fenris, sounding annoyed. “Now’s not the time Fen, I
don’t think he’s gone” Marian answered. “But How…?” Fenris started to ask, but
before he could finish his sentence, a giant flame rose from the direction of
the magister. It created a flaming circle around all three of them, and then
rose into the sky to form a fire storm. The heat was intolerable. The rain
drops would evaporate in mid-air before getting a chance to hit the ground. Marian whispered some quick words and the rain
drops all around them started to rotate around instead of falling down, and
then they froze creating a snow storm that quenched the flames.

When things settled down, they saw the magister was
standing a few meters away from them, blood coming out from many small wounds
he has suffered from Marian’s first attack. He looked shaken, mud covering his
fancy cloths, but he was sliming. He sent a jet of blood towards Fenris. Marian
reacted, standing in front of him and creating a magical shield. The blood
however didn’t stop; it broke through the shield and wounded Marian in the
shoulder. “And to think I’m forced to use blood magic against someone such as
you, you have found a new master it seems and a powerful one at that”. “He’s no
longer a slave” said Marian, “I’m not his master either, he’s my…”but before
she could finish her sentence, her legs gave away. Fenris hurried to her,
catching her before she could fall to the ground. “Where are you sister?” came
carver’s voice from nearby. “I think they are this way!” it was Isabella. “More
help?” said the magister, “it seems I’m all out of luck tonight. I’ll see you around;
you’ll make for an interesting specimen no matter where you are after all”. He
said before turning into a giant vulture and disappearing inside to forest,
almost at the same moment that Carver entered the ruins from the opposite direction.

The rain started to fall freely again and the sounds
of the storm returned. It seemed like the rain drops were eager to reach the ground
before another spell could affect them. Carver rushed to Fenris’s side that was
still holding Marian, looking at the wound at her shoulder, he said “What
happened sister? Why are you not healing your wound? And who was that mage?” “Easy
Carver” answered Marian in a weak voice “I’m a bit drained at the moment, I can
fix that later, we can bandage it up for now”. Carver took some bandages from
his pack and wanted to treat the wound but Fenris stooped him “I’ll take care
of that, you keep watch, and try not to sleep this time” grumbling, Carver
walked away. Fenris started to bandage the wound, trying to stop the bleeding. To
distract her from the pain, he said “I didn’t know you could do magic this
powerful, all that business with the ice daggers and the snow storm” while
looking at the wound. “Neither did I, but I had to do something, it did drain
me a little, but it worked in the end.” Marian answered, still sounding weak.
“But how did you find me in that forest so fast?” “Well, magic obviously. I
woke up and you weren’t there and I was worried, so …” her face turned red a
little, taking a deep breath she continued “I just tracked the places where
rain couldn’t fall into the ground, one of them was you, and then I just had to
get to you”. “And how did you know which one was me?” Fenris said, now trying
to bandage the wound while keeping the rain away. “Like I said, it wasn’t hard”
said Marian, blushing “I can remember the shape of your body even in my sleep
after all”

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[quote]Madame Rose Crimsynn wrote...

PROMPT -- RAIN

[Quote]
"Rain, rain, go away
Come again another day..."

Briste Hawke sang under her breath, biting down on the tip of one of her pale fingers. She stared out a window with blue eyes filled with a small, noticeable fear. The rain didn't scare her, but the lightning did. And this storm, lightning was happening often enough to make her shiver.

Yet she still stared outside, despite the fact she had the same reaction to lightning as she did spiders:&nbsp;Jumping back and screaming. Or wimpering, like she was a hurt animal of some sort.

Spiders.

She could clearly picture eight hairy legs crawling over her, while eight, great beady eyes looked up her like she was nothing but a fly caught in a web...

"Maker help me..." Briste whispered, pulling the blanket she had wrapped around herself tighter and shuddering. She stood from the chair she was sitting in beside the window, turning and leaving the room she was in, intending to find somewhere without windows, or spiders. As she walked down a small hallway, she stared at the ground. Occasionally, she'd glance at the walls or ceilings with slight paranoia.

Somehow she ended up in the kitchen, a room with windows, and possibly spiders. Briste cast a glance around, and began to leave. And then she spotted him through the one of the windows out of the corner of her eye, outside and in the rain.

Briste furrowed her brow. She turned and headed towards the door, her hand hesitating on the handle. But curiosity beat out fear. 'And curiosity killed the cat...' Some part of her said. She ignored it, opening the door and stepping outside into the rain.

"Fenris,"&nbsp;Briste began, "What are you doing out here?"

The elf didn't respond to her. He was standing with his face turned up to the rain falling from the sky, his eyes shut. His white hair was damp and sticking to his face, and Briste glanced to his feet and saw, as was usual, he lacked footwear of some sort.

She moved closer and reached to put a hand on his shoulder to get his attention, but held back. She knew he didn't like to be touched, even after knowing him for the past two years. Heat brushed her cheeks for a second, but it strayed away as quickly as it had come, and she put her hand back down at her side.

He turned and faced her suddenly. Briste was surprised, taking a step back and having bad footing. The ground started to slip out from under her when Fenris grabbed her by her arm and pulled her back upright.

"T-thanks."&nbsp;Briste stuttered out.

Fenris just nodded at her.

"What are you doing out here?"&nbsp;She voiced her question again.

"I&nbsp;thought we were supposed to meet here, remember? But it looks like no one else is here yet."&nbsp;The elf answered calmly.

Briste bit on her lip. Of course. "Yes. We were. I don't think anyone is going to come because of the rain."

Fenris shook his head. "Isabela told me otherwise."

"Then they're late. Or you're early."&nbsp;Briste added the last part quietly. &nbsp;

Lightning streaked across the sky, and Briste glanced at the ground, closing her eyes. "L-let's go inside and wait where it's dry."&nbsp;She said nervously.

"You don't like the rain?"

"No. I-I... I don't like lightning."&nbsp;Briste replied lowly, feeling like a baby. She waited to be ridiculed.

Briste glanced up to only see Fenris smirking at her, something rare for him. She blushed. "It's not funny."&nbsp;Briste said.

"I did not laugh."&nbsp;Fenris answered.

"Please. Let's go inside."&nbsp;She said, turning and heading back for the door and going inside.

Fenris hesitated for a few seconds, watching the woman he only dared call "Hawke" go inside. Someone then shoved past him roughly, and he noticed that it was the dark haired pirate, Isabela. She hissed something as she went by, something that sounded an awful lot like "Men!"

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[quote]Dr. Doctor wrote...

Prompt Rain:

Fenris: (sighs) Its raining again. Is there no other weather in this city other than grey or rainy?

Hawke: You just don't like being wet now do you?

Fenris: No. What person in their right mind would like being sopping wet? (Isabela looks like she is about to speak) I said "in their right mind". (Isabela glares at Fenris)

Hawke: Well we could always get you one of those pretty Orlesian parasols from the market. (Fenris stares at Hawke with a raised eyebrow) Alright then Fen here's a solution for you. (Hawke draws her staff and conjures a shimmering dome of blue light, turning the falling raindrops into snow) Now then any more problems?

Fenris: Uh...no.

[/quote]

[quote]Experimentel wrote...

Prompt: Rain



[/quote]

Darkspawn
[quote]Experimentel wrote...

Prompt: Darkspawn


In a nameless town almost fifteen miles out from Kirkwall, a woman sat at a booth, tapping her finger against the table absently. Her long black hair waved slightly to the middle of her back, unbound and wild. Her one blue eye traced the wood grain in the table as she listened to the conversation going on around her. Most of it was simply gossip and nothing more - nothing to ease her mind and her finger continued to put out a disjointed rythem. But one talk began to gravitate towards the subject of herself.

"...Did you see that scar?" One whispered, obviously unaware she could hear them.

"Yes - she must have gotten it from a darkspawn."

"Those kinds of scars don't heal like others do."

"It's horrible."

The woman was so engrossed in what they were saying she failed to notice one of her companions had come to stand by the table. She reached up to gingerly touch the bandage that hid her mutilated eye. Fenris simply watched in silence and she simply stayed caught up in her thoughts.

"Lady Hawke!"

She started slightly at the sound of her name and turned to look at the bartender. Seeing Fenris there, she nodded gracefully to him before walking over to the man who desired her presence. Fenris followed her with his gaze, curiosity in his eyes.

X

Later in the night, Logan Hawke sat under on of the trees outside the tavern. She rested her head on the trunk with a sigh. Too foolish she had been to see that once outside of Kirkwall, her eye and scar would once again attract a disgusted attention. A rustle of footsteps made her look up.

"Hello Fenris." She greeted him quietly in her accented voice. She moved over to make room for him. He stood, confused. She gestured for him to sit. Warily, he joined her. "What brings you here at this time of night?"

He was quiet and she waited patiently, looking up into the branches. He had been a slave for so long... She wished he would become more comfortable simply speaking to her.

"Your scar." He started and she gave a soft sigh. She knew this question would come up sooner or later. "How...?"

"A gift from a very angry darkspawn, it was." She murmured. "My home was overwhelmed by the creatures. Bethany fell behind and I did not know. I kept running. When I heard her scream, it was the only thing I could do to push her out of the way."

"You took the blow?" It was more of a flat statement.

"Aye." She said. "And the dull ache serves as a reminder to watch my friends more closely. To fight when I must fight."

They sat in silence for a moment before she spoke.

"While we may be scarred Fenris, it must not hold us back." She said softly. He stiffened when he felt the brush of her fingers on his hand. She paused and when he did not move, gently rested her hand on his.

"It is not so bad." She said with a tired smile and looked away. And Fenris... Fenris was suprised to feel how warm her hand was.

[/quote]
[quote]Nassi wrote...

Prompt: Darkspawn


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[quote]HolyJellyfish wrote...
Thursday Prompt (late)

Darkspawn

Carver: "So... there isn't much that makes you feel unwell, is there?"
Fenris: "Pardon?"
Carver: "You know.... Open wounds, spilled blood, the smell of rotten eggs... Huge hairy spiders..."
Fenris: "*guh* Where is your sister?"
Carver: "... Like after we had that large lunch and just so HAPPENED to crash right in the middle of five brood mothers, all caressing us with their long, wet tentac-"
Fenris: "Hawke! Where are you?!"
Carver: "You didn't wince. Not once. Is there anything that makes you feel unwell?"
Anders: "I can tell you what he can't stand."
Fenris: "... Dear Andraste, you're back."
Anders: "You seem emotionally injured by my appearance! Truly, I'm hurt."
Fenris: "Hawke! Hawke where are you?"
Carver: "What, exactly, can't he stand? He certainly won't tell me. Actually... people don't tell me very much around here."
Anders: "That's understandable. Your chin makes you look inept."
Carver: "I--.. what?"
Fenris: "Can we focus on our mission?"
Anders: "Protecting eachothers weaknesses is part of the mission! Regardless. Fenris here seems to have a problem with poor widdle Ser Pounce-A-Lots litter box."
Fenris: "...Maybe its because the feline won't stop using my spare bag /as/ a litter box."
Anders: "He is shy but with good taste. You cannot blame him for appreciating fine Tevinter craft such as yours."
Zevran: "Did someone say fine Tevinter craft...? Oh! Why if it isn't Fenris!"
Fenris: ".... HAWKE!"[/quote]

300

[quote]Tamyn wrote...
Prompt: 300



dA link: http://kittanee.devi...wke-1-193367393[/quote]

[quote]trickbunny wrote.....

Prompt: 300


[/quote]

Not sure where this one goes

[quote]Wrenisbanana wrote...

Moonlight streamed down from the breaks in the canopy as the maudlin group set up camp. The far spaced tree trunks and mangled web of branches that encased the clearing had been an inviting sign for the group to stop and recover from their previous run-in with a hoard of bandits. The bandits were disposed of quickly but at a price. Several of her companions had received minor injuries and because of this, they would have to stop and rest before returning to their trip. Hawke meandered through the small clearing, attempting to ignore the protests from a twisted ankle. Varric was tending to several broken knuckles. Isabella was gingerly pressing her fingers against a large bruise across her thigh. Merill was wiping the blood from her face with a cloth. Fenris was... not in the immediate area. Several months ago, this would have induced some form of panic from Hawke. Now that she knew the elf better, she recognized it was a common occurrence for him for him to disappear after a battle. Why, she did not entirely know. She figured it had something to do with his pride and desire to tend to his wounds in private. It was getting darker. The clouds had begun to shield the moon's beams allowing the group little room for visibility. Hawke left the others to rest and went out in search of firewood. After several minutes of stumbling through the undergrowth and occasionally snapping off a dead limb from a tree, she came across a familiar silhouette in the now impending darkness.
"There you are, Fenris." She could see from the light glinting off his silver head as he raised it to look at her. His accented voice rose from the shadow beside her.
"You found me. I should pick my camp more carefully next time..." His words faded away towards the end of his jest. Hawke could see something else shining from underneath his silver locks. It caught the light and revealed itself. A deep gash, leaking dark trails of blood brazed his forearm.
"Oh," Hawke sighed in shock. "Fenris, why didn't you say some-"
"-It's nothing to worry about." but his words were strained clearly, out of pain.
"Don't tell me it's nothing to worry about when you're hiding out in the middle of the forest because you're in so much pain!" She could feel her temper rising.
"Hawke..." He said in a calm manner. "The wound barely hurts. Go back to camp. I'm not the only one who is injured." She could feel his eyes on her twisted ankle.
"Its...its your markings... isn't it?" Shock graced her voice as she asked this question. Fenris sighed in response.
"Never mind, it IS the wound-"
"I can fix them." Fenris stopped. He hated when she talked about her "theories." He finally comes to terms with his fate and she comes and... attempts to invoke... hope.
"Hawke, don't start this again." She ignored him.
"I was thinking... wouldn't it be possible to transfer the lyrium into something-"
"No."
"Think of me as... some sort of medium. I am a mage after all. If I could pull the lyrium from your body, through mine, and into-"
"NO!" Fenris yelled. His silhouette had approached her.
"And why not!? You might be content to wince in pain whenever someone touches you. You might also be content to slowly lose your mind-"
"-Hawke."
"But I am not! I won't sit idly by while you suffer through the next several years until you slowly go mad!" Hawke was breathing deeply. She was usually able to keep her composure around him. Not tonight. Fenris's shadow hesitated in front of her before slowly placing his hands on her shoulders. He looked down at her with an expression that could only be described as pity.
"I have chosen my fate. I will not let someone... you, Hawke... lose your life because you want to try and fix the wrongs that happened in my past. I won't allow it."
"We don't-"
"-By all means, continue talking if you want me to go insane quicker." He lifted his hands off her shoulders. "Besides, they say ignorance is bliss, you know." And with that he left Hawke standing alone in the woods, a pile of firewood at her feet.
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Now, The new prompt for the next week:



Theme: 1.push
2.cages
3.curiousity
4.sweets
5.scars
6.400
Time: One week

Enjoy!

Modifié par tankgirly, 20 janvier 2011 - 05:27 .

[SteamPunks]

Nice Tricky. I somehow missed yours. Very nice



Again great job to everyone who posted anything.



I do like it better in prompt grouping.

[littlenikki]

#4!!! Yes yes yes!!!

[Miserysky]

These are awesome to read and thanks tankgirly for organizing it all in that post. Looks fantastic! What a talented group of fenaddicts!

[MagneticDawn]

.....

Alas I could never pull my concentration to read those! @___@ only the short ones and the pictures..

[EighmyLupin]

I wish I had some talent for drawing or writing, but sadly I don't. Oh well I'll just enjoy the works others do.

[trickybunny]

See I was totally right to call the LJ com Fenaddicts lol *dah dum cha*

Also awesome work everyone, though tanky you forgot to put my little bottlecap Fenris for 300 T_T.

This weeks prompts look stellar, sweets and scars are catching my eye atm.

edit: Thanks Steamy darling I'm glad you like <3

Modifié par trickybunny, 20 janvier 2011 - 05:24 .

[SteamPunks]

@EighmyLupin: You may be surprised with yourself if you try it. There is no harm in submitting. It is of coarse your choice, but I'm pretty sure there were several first time submitters this week.



Anyways, looking forward to next week's submissions And maybe I can get away from drawing chairs to drawing something Fen related lol

[tankgirly]

trickybunny wrote...

See I was totally right to call the LJ com Fenaddicts lol *dah dum cha*

Also awesome work everyone, though tanky you forgot to put my little bottlecap Fenris for 300 T_T.

This weeks prompts look stellar, sweets and scars are catching my eye atm.

edit: Thanks Steamy darling I'm glad you like <3

Sorted!

Sorry love. *hug*

[EighmyLupin]

@SteamPunks If I do anything I'll probably been a writing, I do a little here and there. If I get in a writing mood I'll do one.

[SteamPunks]

I'm still waiting for those cookies! D:

;P

Page 400 cookies? Yes? Yes? With a side of David info? Yes?

PS: Next post is 400!

Modifié par SteamPunks, 20 janvier 2011 - 05:29 .