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[Minaleth]

Charsen wrote...

you could draw yourself waiting for tuesday.

Nuu, universe would implode due to logic error. But! I've got an idea... though it's no DA fanart.

+ LoL at the graphic card story, it's hilarious, glad you already got new one.

Oh, and there is a prompt! *blink* Ok, I know what to do. Exactly. Muhaha.

Modifié par Minaleth, 08 août 2010 - 07:14 .

[soignee]

THE WAGER:

(Please click on the links to view them bigger.)

Page One:


Page Two:


Page Three (uncensored version found here)


Page four (uncensored NSFW version found here)

[TanithAeyrs]

More Missa artwork. Yay soignee.

[Corker]

I don't think I've *ever* seen Missa in profile from the left before. No visible ink?!

[maradeux]

Charsen wrote...

 my toolset (which wasn't broken, just borked due to broken video card. literally it fried while making a miss/zevran scene which is technically nsfw. i just got a pretty nice GXT460 so that should last me a good while. hehe)

That's hardly surprising, Charsen. I hope you have a very good cooler for your new video card.

@soignee: *hurray* to the new Wager-page.

And great idea for the competition @payroo - that's what I always wanted to know: Why does Zev like these boring metal bars?

[Addai]

TanithAeyrs wrote...

nice pic Charsen. And congrats on the new video card.

Argh, page topper - runs to find art.

I really like this pic by Marinelli.

This is gorgeous. 

[EccentricSage]

Charsen wrote...

awesome idea, payroo.

in celebration of fixing my toolset (which wasn't broken, just borked due to broken video card. literally it fried while making a miss/zevran scene which is technically nsfw. i just got a pretty nice GXT460 so that should last me a good while. hehe)

*ogles link*  Nice!

[payroo]

@Charsen: Glad to hear it! You are amazing with that toolset... (I finally got around to downloading Zevring and gatekisses, can't wait to get to that part in my current playthrough!)

@soignee: bewbs! and conveniently placed bubbles!

[soignee]

thanks everyone! Foll colour comics take awhile, lol. Like, a day's work maybe? When I am not distracted by tumblr...

[Corker]

Gold and silver bars? *shakes fist at Payroo*

My brain already filled the "Antivan leather caught in the gears" not-a-prompt. I took 42 minutes to write it out, not at all in the hope that it catches the fancy of one of our artists. Nope. Nu-uh.

Hat tip to Aimo for inspiring the premise. It is bad. Very bad. Lolariously bad, hopefully.

In the Fine ™ tradition of "Stone Temptress" and "Stone Temptress's Fall"...

Stone Prisoner

The fingers of one black gauntlet traced idle circles around the gleaming round brass knob atop the lever. "This is your last chance," Diamanta purred. "Once I throw this lever and detach it, the gears will begin their slow - agonizingly slow - dance. And I think you see where it'll go from there."

He glanced down at the web of leather around him. Straps encircled his arms, buckled around his legs, wrapped around his bare chest, then angled off into the mass of giant brass and bronze machinery behind him. The way they twisted and interlaced, it was hard to tell what would pull snug first, but obvious that eventually, they all would, mercilessly tightened by the unstoppable turning metal.

But he lifted his chin in defiance. "Do your worst."

"If you think that I won't... you're sorely mistaken." Diamanta abruptly ceased fondling the lever, grasping it firmly in her gloved hand, and pulled. The gears behind him groaned to life as she twisted the gleaming rod and yanked it free of the activaction mechanism hidden under the floor.

The looser straps immediately began to slide snakelike over his skin. Diamanta sauntered over, testing the growing tension with the brass rod she held. She glanced up at him sidelong, under lowered lashes. "Having second thoughts yet? No, I suppose not yet. But give it a quarter of an hour and we'll see."

The tension built slowly and steadily as the great clockwork continued its relentless motion. His limbs were burning, and the belts across his chest were digging painfully into the skin, but he was resolved to make no sound. Diamanta used that infernal rod to push his chin to one side, considering him. "You really are going to be tiresome about this, aren't you?" she asked. "We'll see how that steely demeanor fares when your bones are pulled from your sockets!"

The door at the far end of the room slammed open. "Not today, Diamanta!" She charged through, sword at the ready, and he was never happier to see her.

Diamanta screamed in frustrated rage. "Perhaps you've caught me, but you'll never save him!" With that, she threw the control lever across the room. It rolled and rattled across the slate floor, heading for the smoking crevasse that dropped clear to the Dead Trenches!

"Calenhad! Fetch!" With that simple command, the faithful mabari hound leapt into action, chasing the rod across the room. His mistress squared off against Diamanta, who had drawn her long wicked knives. The long feud between the two of them would be settled today, one way or another.

The largest gear ticked forward another notch and pain lanced up his right leg. One way or another - but would it be soon enough for him?

Diamanta lifted her daggers and ---



"You didn't strike me as the bookish sort, Zevran." Warden Surana paused at the chamber door.

He was a trifle surprised. Not that she was there - he had heard her footfalls coming - but that she had stopped. They had not spoken much, since she had spared his life. He hastily pulled the gold-rimmed spectacles he'd found next to the book from his face. "I am full of surprises, my dear Warden," he smiled back.

"What is it you've found?" He held it up, opened to the first page where the title was written in large letters. "The Stone Prisoner? Is it about golems?"

He opened his mouth, closed it, and said truthfully, "There are golems in it." Diamanta had two as guards.

"May I?" She held out a slender hand. "Now that we have a golem in the group, I feel that I should learn what I can of them."

"But I have not yet finished it," he protested before he could even think about it.

The effect on Warden Surana was immediate. "Oh, I apologize! I am sorry; that was terribly rude of me, Zevran. May I have it when you are finished, then?"

He had the chance to think the better of it while she was speaking, and he offered the tome to her with a broad smile. "No no, do be my guest."

"No, I couldn't possibly. When you are finished will be soon enough, I'm sure."

"My dear Warden... from what I know, and from what I have read, I believe that you are far more in need of this book than I."

[tmp7704]

Charsen wrote...

in celebration of fixing my toolset (which wasn't broken, just borked due to broken video card. literally it fried while making a miss/zevran scene which is technically nsfw. i just got a pretty nice GXT460 so that should last me a good while. hehe)

So, empirically confirmed; Missa/Zevran pairing too hot for technology to handle.

[soignee]

no reason you guis, no reason.

[payroo]

@ corker: UGH this needs to be drawn if not only for the glasses!Zevran. (I am totally visualizing the torture scene from The Princess Bride.

@ soignee: <3 I am a total supporter of stoopid dogs!

[Nonvita]

Corker wrote...

I don't think I've *ever* seen Missa in profile from the left before. No visible ink?!

Actually, she does have a tattoo on her left arm above the elbow. Er, yeah I'll stop answering in Soignee's place and creepily knowing everything about Missa's tattoos...

soignee wrote...



no reason you guis, no reason.

There never needs to be a reason for awesome.

[Nilfalasiel]

That page topper pic is all kinds of

And derpy mabari too!

[soignee]

yeah i'm am miss continuity fail <.<



I always, always forget the tattoos. Every damn time.

[Corker]

payroo wrote...


@ corker: UGH this needs to be drawn if not only for the glasses!Zevran. (I am totally visualizing the torture scene from The Princess Bride.

Glad someone else likes the glasses.

I ended up thinking Princess Bride, too, but as drawn by Mucha, though, at least in my head.  You know how if you ever tried to wear any of those costumes he drew, they'd just end up an impossible tangle of drapery and beads?  They're just all about the drape and the line and the ornament, physics be darned.  There is no logic necessary past strappy geariness in my head. :innocent:

[Corker]

Derpy mabari lower left is going to haunt my dreams. The tongue looks sinister! (But I want to give all the other ones scritchies.)

[maradeux]

payroo wrote...

Ah hell, I thought of a prompt already.

CHALLENGE 3!

Prompt: Gold/silver bars.
This could be why he likes them, what he does with them or uses them for, or just Zevran sitting on a pile of bling. Let's set the time limit at 45 minutes.

Deadline: 5 pm Pacific US on Thursday. Judging will commence Friday.

Prize: Sketch of whatever you want~

I have an idea for this one. I have written a very short anecdote and already translated it in my bad English. (Would someone help me with the grammar and so on? Please... I do not dare to post it as it is now... )


@soignee - the dog is sooo sweet.

[soignee]

Mara, send it to me in IM and I can go over it for you!

[maradeux]

soignee wrote...

Mara, send it to me in IM and I can go over it for you!

Thank you, soignee! <3 It's on the way.

[maradeux]

payroo wrote...

Ah hell, I thought of a prompt already.

CHALLENGE 3!

Prompt: Gold/silver bars.
This could be why he likes them, what he does with them or uses them for, or just Zevran sitting on a pile of bling. Let's set the time limit at 45 minutes.

Deadline: 5 pm Pacific US on Thursday. Judging will commence Friday.

Prize: Sketch of whatever you want~

Alright - soignee said I shall post it as it is. So I do... Edit: last two paragraphes with some help of soignee. Thank you! <3

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Tenuvien strokes the small golden earring on her left ear with thumb and finger and a pensive wrinkle forms on the base of her nose.

"Zev," she whispers

"Hmmm"

"Oh, I thought you were asleep already ..."

Her lover lifts his head from the pillow in her direction and his sleepy look reveals that she was not entirely wrong. The elven woman blushes and tenderly strokes a lock of his blond hair out of his face.

"Sorry, I did not want to..."

Zevran chuckles softly and gives her a kiss on the tip of her nose.

"What did you want to ask me, tesoro. In the middle of the night…" he asks with a smile

"I ... you .. You have given me this earring. And told me the story about it…" 

Again she touches it with her hand.

"I thought ... Well, I thought you would like jewelry. That’s why I gave you the bracelet.  And the necklace.  And ... you gave me your thanks and you were very kind, but ...you did not seem to be very enthusiastic and you do not wear them. So I guess… you do not like them?  Am I right? "

The elf giggles again and kisses Tenuviens blushed cheeks.

"What shall I do with such a wise woman?"

He puts his right arm around her shoulders and she cuddles with her head on his chest, enjoying his warmth, the sweet, familiar scent, while he continues:

"It's not your fault, cara mia. It's just ... the goldsmiths of Ferelden simply have no finesse. Their jewelry is chunky, rough. And it is so sad, because the metallurgists of Ferelden, especially the dwarves of Orzammar are true masters of their trade. They produce the most precious alloys. Nowhere in the whole of Thedas you will find bars of purer gold. But the processing ... "

He sighs softly ...

"They should better leave it to others. I know a goldsmith in Antiva City, if he would get one of these bars of Fereldan gold in the hands ... What he could make of it... "

A dreamy look in his gold brown eyes aimes at an indeterminate distance, while he holds the thumb and forefinger of his left hand up as if they would hold a treasure.

"Necklaces, rings, tiaras, all for you, amore. And, well, maybe a few ornaments for my belt and boots. No?”

Tenuvien watched her lover for a while with amusement. The thought that she would have all these Antivian jewels on her person made her snort in laughter. She -a girl from the Alienage of Denerim- with precious jewels like a queen, all delicate golds and spun silver.

Torn out of his thoughts by her reactio Zevran aims a well placed kiss at her throat, Tenuvien still laughing. This night was much too precious for sleeping, like the delicate coils of gold he dreamt his lover would wear.
 

Modifié par maradeux, 09 août 2010 - 07:52 .

[Sarah1281]

payroo wrote...

Ah hell, I thought of a prompt already.

CHALLENGE 3!

Prompt: Gold/silver bars.
This could be why he likes them, what he does with them or uses them for, or just Zevran sitting on a pile of bling. Let's set the time limit at 45 minutes.

Deadline: 5 pm Pacific US on Thursday. Judging will commence Friday.

Prize: Sketch of whatever you want~

This probably could have been longer if I hadn't gotten distracted halfway through and used up time doing stupid things but, well...such is life.


Zevran looked down at the small gold bar in one hand and the medium silver bar in the other with a slight smile on his face. He was pleasantly surprised when the brave and beautiful Warden who had chosen to, against all odds, spare his life had not only noticed his fascination with these precious metal bars but had chosen to indulge him by letting him claim them whenever they stumbled across any.
 
Yes, it was certainly very good of her though he got the impression that she didn’t really understand. That was fine, though; let her think he was just drawn to symbols of wealth. In some ways, it was even true. There was always going to be something powerfully alluring about such an obvious status symbol to a boy born in a ****house and sold for three sovereign. These bars served as a tangible reminder that he wasn’t that boy anymore. Three sovereign? With a few of these he could have bought his own freedom and more. Not that he was naïve enough to think that, were he to be able to magically send his present wealth to his seven-year-old self, that he could have such precious treasures without them being taken but the point remained the same. He wasn’t that boy anymore. He had known that for quite some time – they really had very little in common besides the name – but the bars made the disparity all the more striking. How could he be anything like his past self when he could afford to be so casual about the same amount that had decided his fate and had taken him from the path of ‘future ****’ and placed him on that of ‘future assassin.’
 
That was another reason, of course. He hadn’t had any say in either of those futures although he did vastly prefer that of an assassin. Had he not been chosen by the Crows after all or the deal had fallen through would he have not been able to imagine any life but that of a ****? Probably. He had a feeling he’d even be content there. That was how you survived, after all, by not wallowing in your misery. Still, though his current path was also chosen for him until this pesky Blight was over with, he had been promised his freedom once that was over with. Even better, he was told he could leave at any time but as long as Taliesin was still out there, that was simply not a realistic option.
 
It was all well and good to be content in your confinement and he was content here, with the Warden, journeying to end the Blight. He had been content in Antiva living the life of an assassin, particularly after he’d survived his training. The bars, however…that had been romantic sentiment on his part and not something he would ever willingly admit to. Small, unmarked bars of silver and gold…that was quick, easy currency. If he were to ever just leave it all – well, leave it all again after that ill-fated trip to see the Dalish – then those bars would be his means to achieve it. He had long suspected that this was exactly the reason that the Crows, while they had easy access to whatever material comforts they could ever desire, were never given much coin. A gilded cage was still a cage, after all, and there was to be no means of escape save death. If there had been, he probably wouldn’t have chased his own destruction quite so single-mindedly.  
 
He’d had to leave most of his collection behind when he’d gone off chasing the Warden and his end – and it wasn’t like he was liable to need them anyway – but he’d since started amassing them again. Logically, he knew that he probably wouldn’t need an escape plan from the Warden since it was more his own enemies keeping him here rather than any compulsion on the Warden’s part. Still, even though he had much readier access to actual currency than he’d ever had before old habits died hard.
 
It was easier to stockpile little bars than gold sovereign anyway.

[jenovan]

Nice work, both of you guys.    And so vastly different! XD

[Corker]

payroo wrote...

CHALLENGE 3!

Prompt: Gold/silver bars.
This could be why he likes them, what he does with them or uses them for, or just Zevran sitting on a pile of bling. Let's set the time limit at 45 minutes.

A picture is worth a thousand words, but I can't draw.  So I found another picture that pretty well illustrated what came to mind.  So this isn't a real entry, really, but more participation is better, yes?

Five silver bars assembled for use in a Zevran-approved fashion:

https://lh3.googleus...C0P3t52Wog=s512


Edit: Top of page?  Uhm... let's see... here's Zevran being rather cross that m!Surana exploded an ogre right in his face:

https://docs.google....jYjE5MzJi&hl=en

Modifié par Corker, 09 août 2010 - 09:26 .