Ryzaki wrote...
Lucy_Glitter wrote...
As long as the characters don't reveal all their problems in the first conversation, that ruins a good character.
Depends on how it's done. With Miranda I found it didn't ruin her character at all. She just told you how it was and whether or not you accepted it she could careless she just thought you should know in case something came up. Similar with Thane.
Fenn wrote...
Ryzaki wrote...
Lucy_Glitter wrote...
As long as the characters don't reveal all their problems in the first conversation, that ruins a good character.
Depends on how it's done. With Miranda I found it didn't ruin her character at all. She just told you how it was and whether or not you accepted it she could careless she just thought you should know in case something came up. Similar with Thane.
Don't they reaveal the probem fenris is haveing when you meet him?
LukaCrosszeria wrote...
I bet M!Hawke is tickling his feet under those sheets.
Modifié par Pseudocognition, 28 février 2011 - 12:15 .
Pseudocognition wrote...
In Aimo's comic? No.
You don't want to know what is going on under there. I've seen it. That is some nasty ****.
Modifié par Lucy_Glitter, 28 février 2011 - 12:18 .
Ryzaki wrote...
Fenn wrote...
Ryzaki wrote...
Lucy_Glitter wrote...
As long as the characters don't reveal all their problems in the first conversation, that ruins a good character.
Depends on how it's done. With Miranda I found it didn't ruin her character at all. She just told you how it was and whether or not you accepted it she could careless she just thought you should know in case something came up. Similar with Thane.
Don't they reaveal the probem fenris is haveing when you meet him?
Yeah I think they sort of do. He does mention a mage after him (though does he reveal the Magister? I'm not certain) and says it has to do with his tattoos.
Lucy_Glitter wrote...
Pseudocognition wrote...
In Aimo's comic? No.
You don't want to know what is going on under there. I've seen it. That is some nasty ****.
Are there demon-baby blood sacrifices involved?
Modifié par Pseudocognition, 28 février 2011 - 12:22 .
It had been a tiring day and everyone was glad to see it end. And, as was soon becoming tradition within the group, they had all met up at The Hanged Man tavern for a few drinks and a meal. Apparently business was good, and as regular customers, they were treated to a range of meals, almost to the point of a buffet.
Anders, Varric and Isabela were instantly thrilled, and started loading their plates with anything they could. Avaline and Bethany had been shocked, but hadn’t complained once they picked out their meal. Merrill had voiced her excitement at being able to try so many different foods and had taken a little bit of everything. And Fenris…
Fenris looked like he hadn’t seen so much food in his entire life, which, Leanne had to admit, might be true. She certainly hadn’t seen so much food available for her before. Though, as she observed him, she realised he looked slightly overwhelmed, like he had no idea where to start.
As she gazed over the food, her eyes caught sight of a particular bowl. She narrowed her eyes suspiciously at it. She picked up the bowl and observed the contents. It contained small, creamy coloured squares with flecks of orange-yellow in it. They smelt of apricots and salt, and when she picked one up it felt slightly squishy.
“Maker preserve me,” she muttered under her breath before putting the square into her mouth.
Everyone stopped everything instantly upon hearing Hawke choke and gag. They watched in concern as she doubled over, spitting something out and reaching for her goblet. They passed worried looks to one another as she drained her drink, until she put it down and laughed.
“Oh… oh dear Maker,” she gasped. “Of all the things to survive, it had to be that. I guess there are worse things than the Blight.”
“What’s wrong Sister?” Bethany asked worriedly. “What is it?”
“Do you remember Farmer Hans, Beth, from Lothering?” Hawke asked curiously.
“I remember he used to make the worst…” Beth trailed off, glancing at the bowl in front of her sister. “Oh.”
“Made the worst what?” Avaline inquired.
“Farmer Hans. Nobody could deny that he had probably the best yield in Lothering, in whatever he farmed,” Hawke explained. “But, the man had the worst cheese recipes in all of Thedas.”
“Ah, come on Champ,” Varric chuckled. “That’s an exaggeration even for me.”
“I can tell you, hun, I have had some of the worst foods in Thedas, and some of the best,” Isabela stated. “That can’t be any worse than some of the stuff I’ve had.”
Hawke looked at Isabela with a raised eyebrow. The pirate just oozed confidence in her statement, and Leanne smiled wickedly. She held out the bowl of cheese to the woman, who looked at it before returning her gaze to Hawke.
“Isabela, I’m willing give five sovereigns to anyone who can eat this, swallow it and keep it down,” she challenged.
Isabela’s eyes lit up in excitement, eager for the challenge. She smirked and took out a particularly large chunk. She probably thought it was the easiest five sovereigns she would ever earn.
Apparently so did Varric, for he stuck his hand into the bowl and took a piece out as well. And, as if spurred on by Varric and Isabela, Anders brazenly took a piece as well. Then, Merrill shyly reached out and, after a little digging, took out a smaller piece.
“You don’t have to Merrill,” Hawke noted, worried for the Dalish keeper who had almost become a second little sister to her. “Trust me, the cheese is foul.”
“I know I don’t have to,” Merrill assured her. “But I want to try it.”
“Good to see it, Daisy,” Varric chimed, a smile plastered on his face in anticipation. “Hey, Elf, you trying some?”
Hawke watched Fenris glared at Varric for a moment, before letting his words goad him into reaching for the bowl. She shook her head at him, gesturing for him not to, but he shrugged his shoulders and took a piece anyway.
“Now, if I’m counting correctly,” Isabela noted. “You’re going to owe us twenty-five sovereigns after this Hawke.”
“No I won’t,” Hawke whispered, horrified that so many of her companions were willing subjecting themselves to her challenge.
“Ready?” Isabela quickly asked around, receiving a load of nods. “Three… two… one.”
They all stuffed the cheese into their mouths simultaneously. Seconds later, Merrill squeaked and spat her mouthful out, reaching for her drink as quickly as possible. Anders lasted a few more seconds, before rapidly spitting his cheese into a cloth.
“Mnm!”Varric mumbled in digust, his face taut.
The dwarf shook as he fought not to spit out the cheese. And, in an effort to ease the taste, he reached for his mug and took a swig of his drink. He shuddered and cringed as his efforts had the opposite effect, and spat out the concoction, sighing in relief once he had.
Isabela actually had tears running down her face as she struggled to force herself to swallow. She hit her fist on the table, tapping three times. And, on the final tap, she managed to swallow her piece and she gasped at the achievement. She proudly turned back to Hawke.
“Done… easy, really,” she bragged, shaking slightly.
“Are you going to be sick?” Hawke inquired.
“Definitely,” Isabela admitted in a shaky laugh, leaving the table.
As the pirate rushed off, Hawke realised that Fenris hadn’t moved since he had eaten his. She turned to him in interest.
Fenris was chewing it, slowly and stopping every few seconds and shuddering in revulsion, but he was chewing it. As time went on, he stopped less and finally, he swallowed his piece of cheese. He breathed in deeply through his mouth and exhaled calmly. Then he reached for his own drink and drained the cup. When he was done, he looked at Hawke, who was staring at him dumbfounded.
“I believe you’re right, Hawke,” he stated, his voice shaking her into coherent thought. “That probably is the worst cheese recipe in all of Thedas. Thank you for the warning.”
“Do you want the five sovereigns now?” she asked awestruck. “Cause... Maker’s breath, you’ve earned them, hands down.”
“That won’t be necessary,” he assured her, smirking at her. “Your expression is reward enough.”
Fenn wrote...
Ryzaki wrote...
Fenn wrote...
Ryzaki wrote...
Lucy_Glitter wrote...
As long as the characters don't reveal all their problems in the first conversation, that ruins a good character.
Depends on how it's done. With Miranda I found it didn't ruin her character at all. She just told you how it was and whether or not you accepted it she could careless she just thought you should know in case something came up. Similar with Thane.
Don't they reaveal the probem fenris is haveing when you meet him?
Yeah I think they sort of do. He does mention a mage after him (though does he reveal the Magister? I'm not certain) and says it has to do with his tattoos.
I can't rember I will have to watch the video again.
Batorific wrote...
monimakitten wrote...
Oh no please dont let it be another tragedy:( I had enough of that with Thane, I dont need another dying LI. And if a character has to die, dont let it be one of the females LIs. Then someone somwhere in Bioware is under the illusion women love tragedies, I dont think most of us do.
Death of a character should be a player choice!
i dont see how it could not be a tragedy. he sort of is already. lyrium is pretty much fatal. people are not meant to be walking enchantments. But given that there are no other examples of this type of lyrium exposure... who knows? but its pretty much obvious that his mind is gonna waste away. since its already caused the memory loss.
Pseudocognition wrote...
Lucy_Glitter wrote...
Are there demon-baby blood sacrifices involved?
For the first two hours, at least.
Dohohohoh. *shot*
(Too bad we have to wait until March 8.)
I mean, that's a LOT of lyrium.
monimakitten wrote...
Well I am pretty sure he should really be dead already considering how bad lyrium is for you. But who knows what they did to him to make it work? It wouldnt suprise me if the magister did it to several slaves and they died. Fenris being the exception.
In DAO you could get tragic endings, but you did have a choice, thats all I want.
Batorific wrote...
monimakitten wrote...
Well I am pretty sure he should really be dead already considering how bad lyrium is for you. But who knows what they did to him to make it work? It wouldnt suprise me if the magister did it to several slaves and they died. Fenris being the exception.
In DAO you could get tragic endings, but you did have a choice, thats all I want.
From what i understand, David doesn't believe in happy endings. Which I like. Its possible Fenris could die slowly from his mind rotting due to lyrium, but its no different than say, Anders' short lifespan thanks to being a grey warden. Fate is not always in the player's hands unfortunately.
Modifié par Dr. Doctor, 28 février 2011 - 12:31 .
Dr. Doctor wrote...
*Rises up from the dank depths of the gutter in a mighty submarine*
I have writing.
Family:
The Amell Estate midday. After a long night spent in the city Hawke and Fenris finally return home with their blades a bit duller and their clothes a bit bloodier than when they left.
Fenris: Well that was an eventful evening.
Hawke: (stifling a yawn) It was indeed. Come on, lets get some rest. (the pair head off to Hawke's chambers)
Bethany: (watching the pair from the courtyard and shaking her head) The two of them are going to get themselves killed one of these days.
Mrs. Hawke: (chuckles)
Bethany: Mother its not funny.
Mrs. Hawke: (stops laughing) I'm sorry sweetheart, but you sound just like my mother when your father and I started dating.
Bethany: You and father?
Mrs. Hawke: (smiles) Beth, I wasn't always an old woman. When I met your father my parents thought that I was a bit of a wild child. Taking up swordplay, reading stories about magic and adventure, and dating a rather engnimatic commoner.
Bethany: Father wasn't....
Mrs. Hawke: Oh your father was quite an interesting man. He was quite a bit like Fenris, quiet, handsome, and a big sweetheart underneath that tough exterior of his.
Bethany: But Father never had bounty hunters, and a Magister's army chasing after him.
Mrs. Hawke: Well....
Bethany: Mother. Is there something that you want to tell me?
Mrs. Hawke: Let's just say that we Amell women have a thing for dangerous men. (notices the look on Bethany's face) Oh don't give me that, when you come home with someone I'm sure your sister will voice the same concerns you have.
Bethany: I intend to lead a normal life.
Mrs. Hawke: (smiling) Whatever you say dear.
Batorific wrote...
monimakitten wrote...
Well I am pretty sure he should really be dead already considering how bad lyrium is for you. But who knows what they did to him to make it work? It wouldnt suprise me if the magister did it to several slaves and they died. Fenris being the exception.
In DAO you could get tragic endings, but you did have a choice, thats all I want.
From what i understand, David doesn't believe in happy endings. Which I like. Its possible Fenris could die slowly from his mind rotting due to lyrium, but its no different than say, Anders' short lifespan thanks to being a grey warden. Fate is not always in the player's hands unfortunately.
Lucy_Glitter wrote...
Pseudocognition wrote...
In Aimo's comic? No.
You don't want to know what is going on under there. I've seen it. That is some nasty ****.
Are there demon-baby blood sacrifices involved?
Modifié par yukidama, 28 février 2011 - 12:35 .
RosaAquafire wrote...
God, I hope he doesn't die. I can't shake the feeling that he's going to, too
On the other hand, if he was dying to lyrium exposure, don't you think he would have started by now? He's still looking pretty good, and he didn't seem very concerned about it during his short story, which was from his own point of view. Maybe he doesn't know? Maybe it'll suddenly catch up to him?
Gah, I truly hope he doesn't die, that would be indescribably lame. I can't handle it. I liked how there was no really happy ending for Alistair and Morrigan's romances in DA:O, but there were degrees of unhappiness, and they fell more on the side of bittersweet. Death is so extreme. And lame.
lnicol1900 wrote...
Okay. I went to a Japanese restuarant early tonight with the Taekwondo club for a social dinner, and I came up with this little piece. It's for the prompt: Cheese.It had been a tiring day and everyone was glad to see it end. And, as was soon becoming tradition within the group, they had all met up at The Hanged Man tavern for a few drinks and a meal. Apparently business was good, and as regular customers, they were treated to a range of meals, almost to the point of a buffet.
Anders, Varric and Isabela were instantly thrilled, and started loading their plates with anything they could. Avaline and Bethany had been shocked, but hadn’t complained once they picked out their meal. Merrill had voiced her excitement at being able to try so many different foods and had taken a little bit of everything. And Fenris…
Fenris looked like he hadn’t seen so much food in his entire life, which, Leanne had to admit, might be true. She certainly hadn’t seen so much food available for her before. Though, as she observed him, she realised he looked slightly overwhelmed, like he had no idea where to start.
As she gazed over the food, her eyes caught sight of a particular bowl. She narrowed her eyes suspiciously at it. She picked up the bowl and observed the contents. It contained small, creamy coloured squares with flecks of orange-yellow in it. They smelt of apricots and salt, and when she picked one up it felt slightly squishy.
“Maker preserve me,” she muttered under her breath before putting the square into her mouth.
Everyone stopped everything instantly upon hearing Hawke choke and gag. They watched in concern as she doubled over, spitting something out and reaching for her goblet. They passed worried looks to one another as she drained her drink, until she put it down and laughed.
“Oh… oh dear Maker,” she gasped. “Of all the things to survive, it had to be that. I guess there are worse things than the Blight.”
“What’s wrong Sister?” Bethany asked worriedly. “What is it?”
“Do you remember Farmer Hans, Beth, from Lothering?” Hawke asked curiously.
“I remember he used to make the worst…” Beth trailed off, glancing at the bowl in front of her sister. “Oh.”
“Made the worst what?” Avaline inquired.
“Farmer Hans. Nobody could deny that he had probably the best yield in Lothering, in whatever he farmed,” Hawke explained. “But, the man had the worst cheese recipes in all of Thedas.”
“Ah, come on Champ,” Varric chuckled. “That’s an exaggeration even for me.”
“I can tell you, hun, I have had some of the worst foods in Thedas, and some of the best,” Isabela stated. “That can’t be any worse than some of the stuff I’ve had.”
Hawke looked at Isabela with a raised eyebrow. The pirate just oozed confidence in her statement, and Leanne smiled wickedly. She held out the bowl of cheese to the woman, who looked at it before returning her gaze to Hawke.
“Isabela, I’m willing give five sovereigns to anyone who can eat this, swallow it and keep it down,” she challenged.
Isabela’s eyes lit up in excitement, eager for the challenge. She smirked and took out a particularly large chunk. She probably thought it was the easiest five sovereigns she would ever earn.
Apparently so did Varric, for he stuck his hand into the bowl and took a piece out as well. And, as if spurred on by Varric and Isabela, Anders brazenly took a piece as well. Then, Merrill shyly reached out and, after a little digging, took out a smaller piece.
“You don’t have to Merrill,” Hawke noted, worried for the Dalish keeper who had almost become a second little sister to her. “Trust me, the cheese is foul.”
“I know I don’t have to,” Merrill assured her. “But I want to try it.”
“Good to see it, Daisy,” Varric chimed, a smile plastered on his face in anticipation. “Hey, Elf, you trying some?”
Hawke watched Fenris glared at Varric for a moment, before letting his words goad him into reaching for the bowl. She shook her head at him, gesturing for him not to, but he shrugged his shoulders and took a piece anyway.
“Now, if I’m counting correctly,” Isabela noted. “You’re going to owe us twenty-five sovereigns after this Hawke.”
“No I won’t,” Hawke whispered, horrified that so many of her companions were willing subjecting themselves to her challenge.
“Ready?” Isabela quickly asked around, receiving a load of nods. “Three… two… one.”
They all stuffed the cheese into their mouths simultaneously. Seconds later, Merrill squeaked and spat her mouthful out, reaching for her drink as quickly as possible. Anders lasted a few more seconds, before rapidly spitting his cheese into a cloth.
“Mnm!”Varric mumbled in digust, his face taut.
The dwarf shook as he fought not to spit out the cheese. And, in an effort to ease the taste, he reached for his mug and took a swig of his drink. He shuddered and cringed as his efforts had the opposite effect, and spat out the concoction, sighing in relief once he had.
Isabela actually had tears running down her face as she struggled to force herself to swallow. She hit her fist on the table, tapping three times. And, on the final tap, she managed to swallow her piece and she gasped at the achievement. She proudly turned back to Hawke.
“Done… easy, really,” she bragged, shaking slightly.
“Are you going to be sick?” Hawke inquired.
“Definitely,” Isabela admitted in a shaky laugh, leaving the table.
As the pirate rushed off, Hawke realised that Fenris hadn’t moved since he had eaten his. She turned to him in interest.
Fenris was chewing it, slowly and stopping every few seconds and shuddering in revulsion, but he was chewing it. As time went on, he stopped less and finally, he swallowed his piece of cheese. He breathed in deeply through his mouth and exhaled calmly. Then he reached for his own drink and drained the cup. When he was done, he looked at Hawke, who was staring at him dumbfounded.
“I believe you’re right, Hawke,” he stated, his voice shaking her into coherent thought. “That probably is the worst cheese recipe in all of Thedas. Thank you for the warning.”
“Do you want the five sovereigns now?” she asked awestruck. “Cause... Maker’s breath, you’ve earned them, hands down.”
“That won’t be necessary,” he assured her, smirking at her. “Your expression is reward enough.”
Nothing like that happened during the dinner, I'm afraid, and I don't know of any cheese that foul. So... yeah.
And, if anyone is interested (though I really doubt it), my fortune cookie said "Life is partly what we make it, partly what it is made by the friends whom we choose".
:wub:
Yellow Words wrote...
Batorific wrote...
monimakitten wrote...
Well I am pretty sure he should really be dead already considering how bad lyrium is for you. But who knows what they did to him to make it work? It wouldnt suprise me if the magister did it to several slaves and they died. Fenris being the exception.
In DAO you could get tragic endings, but you did have a choice, thats all I want.
From what i understand, David doesn't believe in happy endings. Which I like. Its possible Fenris could die slowly from his mind rotting due to lyrium, but its no different than say, Anders' short lifespan thanks to being a grey warden. Fate is not always in the player's hands unfortunately.
Valen had a happy ending.
Just thought I would throw that out there.
Modifié par Imani25, 28 février 2011 - 12:48 .
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