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[Tamyn]

Anna0_o wrote...

It's amazingly spot-on in terms of character representation...

Do want.

Ramante wrote...

ankuu wrote...

MorningBird wrote...

ankuu wrote...

Tamyn wrote...

I was just about to post that. DA link

Hoooooly- *stares* Omg...it's perfect...perfect is a small word...

Small but accurate?

It's not accuarate That's what i meant. I need a bigger word!

superextraordinarymegaimpressiveastonishingunbelivableincredbilePERFECT!

Now that's better!

I'm getting a 'Mary Poppins'-vibe from your post.

And I agree, there are no words for it. I can't believe someone can make something like that.

Aww. Thanks everyone.

[tmp7704]

Dr. Doctor wrote...

Random question of the day: would Fenris be addicted to lyrium? The stuff has become essentially a part of his body, so do you suppose that he has to take in more lyrium to keep himself going? Or are the brands just ordiary markings?

They didn't have lyrium addiction in DAO as mechanics because it's thought to be too inconvenient, so i wouldn't expect it in DA2. Although that doesn't exclude something like i dunno, personal quest revolving around getting Fenris some supply of it or smth?

[Dr. Doctor]

I don't exactly mean as a gameplay mechanic, but just as a character trait. The Chantry controls its Templars by addicting them to lyrium. Would Fenris, a man who has lyrium ingrained into his very body require it to continue to function?

Aveline: (notices that Fenris' hands are shaking a little and passes him a small bottle) Here take this, it should help.

Fenris: (uncorks the bottle to discover it is a lyrium potion) Thank you, but how did you know?

Aveline: Married to a Templar remember? Wes would always get a little bit twitchy sometimes when he was off shift at the Circle. I always kept a potion or two on hand just in case that happened, I still do. Force of habit and all.

Modifié par Dr. Doctor, 01 février 2011 - 06:21 .

[tankgirly]

lnicol1900 wrote...

Okay, prompt story for snow. Fenris has, for whatever reason, been away from Kirkwall for a few years, and he comes back during one snowy afternoon.

The snow crunched lightly underfoot as Fenris walked down the street, the cold biting into his feet. He had forgotten to acquire a cloak, and he shivered slightly in the frigid air.

It had been a long time since he been in Kirkwall, too long, and he was eager to see some familiar faces. The street he was walking down would lead him past the home of Tiffany Hawke, apostate and friend, and she was the first person he wanted to see.

As he drew near, he saw figures in the street, playing in the snow and laughing unreservedly. The bright red hair brought a smile to the ex-slave’s face as he recognised the Hawke siblings. It seemed that Tiffany was chasing a small child, no older than two years of age, also with… bright… red… hair…

The resemblance was obvious, frighteningly so, and the ease in which they acted around one another could not have been smoother.

He felt his heart lurch slightly in his chest as he noticed this, thought he could not explain why. True, she had expressed an interest in him before he had left, and he had felt a connection to her unlike any other, but neither of them had acted upon their feelings. And yet, seeing her with the child made his heart ache.

As if sensing his gaze, Hawke looked in his direction and waved at him enthusiastically. In an instant, she was running up to join him, sending white powder everywhere with every step. The smile on her face was as welcoming as it had always been, and in spite of the ache, he smiled in return.

“Fenris,” she called happily. “Welcome back.”

“Thank you, Hawke,” he replied quietly. “You seem well…”

He trailed off, looking behind her as the small child, now close enough for him realise it was a girl, poorly attempted to sneak up on them. He watched as Hawke instantly spun round and picked up the little girl, twirling her high in the air to elicit screams of delight from her before positioning the girl on her hip.

Again, Fenris felt the action stab at him, but he ignored it. He was fairly sure that he maintained a stoic expression when Hawke turned back to him with the child in her arms.

“Fenris, I’d like you to meet Bethany, my niece,” she introduced, turning to smile adoringly at the girl.

He stood rooted in surprise, unsure of how he should be feeling. Moments ago he had felt terrible, thinking that she had moved on, but now he was almost lightheaded with relief. Then, the meaning behind her words finally filtered into his head.

“You mean Carver…?” he trailed off again, uncertain of how to finish the question.

Hawke laughed good-naturedly, and nodded to him. The smile on her face widened.

“I know, I’ve known about this for the past two years, and I’m still struggling with the thought of my little brother being a father,” she stated, still laughing. “Who’d have thought, him and Avaline, huh?”

“Avaline?” Fenris asked in surprise, earning another nod from Hawke. “When did they-”

“Quite literally the night after you left,” she stated, interrupting him. “They –well, Avaline– practically announced that they were together that night at the tavern. She was quite sad that you weren’t there, but… I knew you didn’t want a fanfare when you left.”

“And I appreciated it,” he assured her. “Still, it seems like a lot has been going on since I left.”

“That happens when you’re away for a couple or three years,” she noted. “I can dump this little bundle of trouble onto her father, and we could go for a drink, if you like.”

“That does sound appealing,” he admitted, smiling at her.

“Shall we, then?” she asked, holding out her hand, gesturing for him to walk by her side.

He looked at her hand for a moment and then boldly slipped his own around hers, holding her fingers gently should pull her hand back. His palm tingled slightly at the contact, pleasurable, not painful. When she smiled in delight and squeezed his hand in response, the sensation went up his arm and he fought the urge to extend his own smile.

They silently walked back to the area outside Hawke’s home, where Carver was sitting, obviously wondering what was going on. The silence was enjoyable, with only the sound of their footsteps in the snow, for which Fenris was glad. He wasn’t sure if he would be able to form a coherent sentence if he were to speak.

“Fenris?” Hawke called quietly from his side. “I’m glad you’re back.”

He flashed her a wider smile and squeezed her fingers gently in response.

“So am I.”

Give me a few minutes and I'll be back with my prompt for fear.

Thank you.

This is now filed.

[Ramante]

by Nanzku

[tankgirly]

Ramante wrote...


by Nanzku

Lol
Did someone just suggested last week Fenris wearing tutu?

[Dr. Doctor]

Fenris: (looking at his ballet slipper-clad feet) Although they may be pink and frilly I finally have a pair of shoes to call my own. Thank you art department.

Hawke: You're also going to be needing this (hands Fenris a tutu)

Fenris: (sighs) Cuse you art department.

[tankgirly]

Dr. Doctor wrote...

Fenris: (looking at his ballet slipper-clad feet) Although they may be pink and frilly I finally have a pair of shoes to call my own. Thank you art department.

Hawke: You're also going to be needing this (hands Fenris a tutu)

Fenris: (sighs) Cuse you art department.

:lol:

[Ramante]

tankgirly wrote...

Dr. Doctor wrote...

Fenris: (looking at his ballet slipper-clad feet) Although they may be pink and frilly I finally have a pair of shoes to call my own. Thank you art department.

Hawke: You're also going to be needing this (hands Fenris a tutu)

Fenris: (sighs) Cuse you art department.

:lol:

Very nice. xD

I really hope for some new (and good) information about this game soon.

Edit: weird sentence structure...
I hope they will release some new (and good) info soon. I really need it at the moment, depression is lurking. >>'

Modifié par Ramante, 01 février 2011 - 08:26 .

[Absafraginlootly]

lnicol1900 wrote...

Okay, prompt story for snow. Fenris has, for whatever reason, been away from Kirkwall for a few years, and he comes back during one snowy afternoon.

The snow crunched lightly underfoot as Fenris walked down the street, the cold biting into his feet. He had forgotten to acquire a cloak, and he shivered slightly in the frigid air.

It had been a long time since he been in Kirkwall, too long, and he was eager to see some familiar faces. The street he was walking down would lead him past the home of Tiffany Hawke, apostate and friend, and she was the first person he wanted to see.

As he drew near, he saw figures in the street, playing in the snow and laughing unreservedly. The bright red hair brought a smile to the ex-slave’s face as he recognised the Hawke siblings. It seemed that Tiffany was chasing a small child, no older than two years of age, also with… bright… red… hair…

The resemblance was obvious, frighteningly so, and the ease in which they acted around one another could not have been smoother.

He felt his heart lurch slightly in his chest as he noticed this, thought he could not explain why. True, she had expressed an interest in him before he had left, and he had felt a connection to her unlike any other, but neither of them had acted upon their feelings. And yet, seeing her with the child made his heart ache.

As if sensing his gaze, Hawke looked in his direction and waved at him enthusiastically. In an instant, she was running up to join him, sending white powder everywhere with every step. The smile on her face was as welcoming as it had always been, and in spite of the ache, he smiled in return.

“Fenris,” she called happily. “Welcome back.”

“Thank you, Hawke,” he replied quietly. “You seem well…”

He trailed off, looking behind her as the small child, now close enough for him realise it was a girl, poorly attempted to sneak up on them. He watched as Hawke instantly spun round and picked up the little girl, twirling her high in the air to elicit screams of delight from her before positioning the girl on her hip.

Again, Fenris felt the action stab at him, but he ignored it. He was fairly sure that he maintained a stoic expression when Hawke turned back to him with the child in her arms.

“Fenris, I’d like you to meet Bethany, my niece,” she introduced, turning to smile adoringly at the girl.

He stood rooted in surprise, unsure of how he should be feeling. Moments ago he had felt terrible, thinking that she had moved on, but now he was almost lightheaded with relief. Then, the meaning behind her words finally filtered into his head.

“You mean Carver…?” he trailed off again, uncertain of how to finish the question.

Hawke laughed good-naturedly, and nodded to him. The smile on her face widened.

“I know, I’ve known about this for the past two years, and I’m still struggling with the thought of my little brother being a father,” she stated, still laughing. “Who’d have thought, him and Avaline, huh?”

“Avaline?” Fenris asked in surprise, earning another nod from Hawke. “When did they-”

“Quite literally the night after you left,” she stated, interrupting him. “They –well, Avaline– practically announced that they were together that night at the tavern. She was quite sad that you weren’t there, but… I knew you didn’t want a fanfare when you left.”

“And I appreciated it,” he assured her. “Still, it seems like a lot has been going on since I left.”

“That happens when you’re away for a couple or three years,” she noted. “I can dump this little bundle of trouble onto her father, and we could go for a drink, if you like.”

“That does sound appealing,” he admitted, smiling at her.

“Shall we, then?” she asked, holding out her hand, gesturing for him to walk by her side.

He looked at her hand for a moment and then boldly slipped his own around hers, holding her fingers gently should pull her hand back. His palm tingled slightly at the contact, pleasurable, not painful. When she smiled in delight and squeezed his hand in response, the sensation went up his arm and he fought the urge to extend his own smile.

They silently walked back to the area outside Hawke’s home, where Carver was sitting, obviously wondering what was going on. The silence was enjoyable, with only the sound of their footsteps in the snow, for which Fenris was glad. He wasn’t sure if he would be able to form a coherent sentence if he were to speak.

“Fenris?” Hawke called quietly from his side. “I’m glad you’re back.”

He flashed her a wider smile and squeezed her fingers gently in response.

“So am I.”

Give me a few minutes and I'll be back with my prompt for fear.

Dammit, now I want Hawke to be able to have a niece 

[Dr. Doctor]

Response to today's announcement: Facebook game? Meh. Oh hey look, its a screenshot with Death's Hand in it.

Fear:
(at the entrance to the Deep Roads)

Merrill: Come on, come on, where are they? When they went down they said that it'd only be a couple hours.

Fenris: Merrill relax. He took Aveline and Isabela with him, he'll be fine. One can kill Darkspawn with her bare hands and the other will simply annoy whatever beasts lie down there to death. He's in good hands.

Merrill: That's what Marethari said when Tamlen went missing. (Notices Fenris' confused expression) Members of my clan.  Sorry, I tend to ramble when I get nervous.

Fenris: Merrill, who was Tamlen exactly? You tend to bring him up when things like this happen.

Merrill: (inhales) Back in Ferelden, when I was an apprentice I was friends with another Dalish named Tamlen. He was sweet, and cute, and sometimes completely oblivious to the world around him. Kind of like you in fact. One day he stumbled upon some old Tevinter ruins and looked into some sort of magical mirror. One of my other friends went to find him only to discover that the mirrior had tainted him somehow. Tamlen got turned into some Darkspawn thing, meanwhile some bastard Grey Warden dragged my other friend off to go fight the blight.

Fenris: Your friend became a Warden?

Merrill: And died for his trouble, I wan't even around to help him. (angrilly) Its always stay here Merrill, go here Merrill, don't worry about it Merrill! While that's all going on the people I care about get hurt and there's nothing I can-
(finds herself being hugged by Fenris)

Fenris: Merrill, Hawke can take care of himself and I think that he's afraid about what Isabela will do to him if he gets incapacitated during this little adventure of his. (Merrill giggles) I know you're afraid of the unknown, so am I but right now all we can do is wait here. Getting worried will not make things go by easier.

Merrill: Alright, but if we are going to wait around like this, can we at least stay like this? (buries head in Fenris' shoulder)

Fenris: I don't see why not.

Modifié par Dr. Doctor, 01 février 2011 - 10:07 .

[XX55XX]

Dr. Doctor wrote...

Response to today's announcement: Facebook game? Meh. Oh hey look, its a screenshot with Death's Hand in it.

Fear:
(at the entrance to the Deep Roads)

Merrill: Come on, come on, where are they? When they went down they said that it'd only be a couple hours.

Fenris: Merrill relax. He took Aveline and Isabela with him, he'll be fine. One can kill Darkspawn with her bare hands and the other will simply annoy whatever beasts lie down there to death. He's in good hands.

Merrill: That's what Marethari said when Tamlen went missing. (Notices Fenris' confused expression) Members of my clan. I'm sorry, I tend to ramble when I get nervous.

Fenris: Merrill, who was Tamlen exactly, you tend to bring him up when things like this happen.

Merrill: (inhales) Back in Ferelden, when I was an apprentice I was friends with another Dalish named Tamlen. He was sweet, and cute, and sometimes completely oblivious to the world around him. Kind of like you in fact. One day he stumbled upon some old Tevinter ruins and looked into some sort of magical mirror. One of my other friends went to find him only to discover that the mirrior had tainted him somehow. Tamlen got turned into some Darkspawn thing, meanwhile some bastard Grey Warden dragged my other friend off to go fight the blight.

Fenris: Your friend became a Warden?

Merrill: And died for his trouble, I wan't even around to help him. (angrilly) Its always stay here Merrill, go here Merrill, don't worry about it Merrill! While that's all going on the people I care about get hurt and there's nothing I can-
(finds herself being hugged by Fenris)

Fenris: Merrill, Hawke can take care of himself and I think that he's afraid about what Isabela will do to him if he gets incapacitated during this little adventure of his. (Merrill giggles) I know you're afraid of the unknown, so am I but right now all we can do is wait here. Getting worried will not make things go by easier.

Merrill: Alright, but if we are going to wait around like this, can we at least stay like this? (buries head in Fenris' shoulder)

Fenris: I don't see why not.

You sir, should publish these vignettes in blog form and link them into your signature before they become buried in this thread, and thus, hard to find.

[tankgirly]

@XX55XX , I agree.

[SteamPunks]

That made me die happy Dr. I'm definitely creeping fanfic for FenxMerr ^^

[Dr. Doctor]

After a little monkeying around with my sig, clicking it should take people to my blog page.

[tankgirly]

Dr. Doctor wrote...

After a little monkeying around with my sig, clicking it should take people to my blog page.

Thank you! <3<3

[XX55XX]

Dr. Doctor wrote...

After a little monkeying around with my sig, clicking it should take people to my blog page.

Post some of your stuff in the official fan fiction thread!

[tankgirly]

@Akako13shi, you are. We all are, or else we won't be here. Hehehehehe.

[Most Definitely Sane]

Any news or new theories about Fenris?

Modifié par Most Definitely Sane, 01 février 2011 - 11:35 .

[Dr. Doctor]

Akako13shi wrote...

I just decided too watch Beauty and the Beast and suddenly i cant get the Beauty and the Beast feel about Hawkette and Fenris outa my head... man am i nuts or what

( Fenris wakes up, stretches, and opens the shutter on his window, letting sunlight pour into his room. Suddenly all of the normally inanimante objects decide to come to life and start to burst into song)

Fenris: Merrill! Did you enchant my room again?

Merrill: (innocently) Maybe,

[SteamPunks]

Dr. Doctor wrote...

Akako13shi wrote...

I just decided too watch Beauty and the Beast and suddenly i cant get the Beauty and the Beast feel about Hawkette and Fenris outa my head... man am i nuts or what

( Fenris wakes up, stretches, and opens the shutter on his window, letting sunlight pour into his room. Suddenly all of the normally inanimante objects decide to come to life and start to burst into song)

Fenris: Merrill! Did you enchant my room again?

Merrill: (innocently) Maybe,

Enchantment?
ENCHANTMENT!


And no MDS, no info.

[Most Definitely Sane]

Gee, this day is truly as epic as Awakening said it would be.

So what exactly are we talking about now?

[tankgirly]

They were too busy locking down those angry thread about the demo. (sigh)

[SteamPunks]

Most Definitely Sane wrote...

Gee, this day is truly as epic as Awakening said it would be.
So what exactly are we talking about now?

Bioware is going to post something absolutley amazing at 11:59 and all those other people who have been raging will feel like jerks.

People have been posting prompts and we've been commenting. We've resorted to our own creativity