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[LightningPoodle]

There's nowhere you can hide where we won't find you.
-snip-

 

That was the coolest of the assassin blades.

[Wissenschaft 2.0]

There's nowhere you can hide where we won't find you.

 

[Duelist]

That was the coolest of the assassin blades.

It really was and I loved the tomahawk.

The game itself however...

[LightningPoodle]

It really was and I loved the tomahawk.

The game itself however...

 

Pretty weak. I didn't even feel like an Assassin. Like at all. Unity is worse though. That bores the living sh*t out of me, and my favourite historic period is The French Revolution.

[Wissenschaft 2.0]

We should have a DA: I joke thread where we must make every response through interpretation of a meme or picture we post. lol

[Duelist]

We should have a DA: I joke thread where we must make every response through interpretation of a meme or picture we post. lol

Chuck Norris greatly approves

[Duelist]

Pretty weak. I didn't even feel like an Assassin. Like at all. Unity is worse though. That bores the living sh*t out of me, and my favourite historic period is The French Revolution.

Unity is worse than AC3? Well. ****.

In truth, I started losing interest in the series after Revelations.
Since then it's been the pretty much the same game only in a different place.

[raging_monkey]

Cholesterol brothers! *high five*

*returns high-5*

[Serza]

There's nowhere you can hide where we won't find you.

 

Vittoria agli Assassini.

 

Unity is worse than AC3? Well. ****.

In truth, I started losing interest in the series after Revelations.
Since then it's been the pretty much the same game only in a different place.

 

Black Flag was good.

I only got into that after BF came out, actually...

But I totally hate where they went with Unity.

Time...fing... travel...

I had to stomach that in DAI, in the end, but heck...

"A Mage did that", heh

Besides, I feel like they only jumped into the 40's to show off some hakenkreuz stuff.

At least it felt like there was a narrative bit with DAI's time travel.

Though I'll admit to not having sufficient info about Unity's time travel.

[LightningPoodle]

Vittoria agli Assassini.

 

 

Black Flag was good.

I only got into that after BF came out, actually...

But I totally hate where they went with Unity.

Time...fing... travel...

I had to stomach that in DAI, in the end, but heck...

"A Mage did that", heh

Besides, I feel like they only jumped into the 40's to show off some hakenkreuz stuff.

At least it felt like there was a narrative bit with DAI's time travel.

Though I'll admit to not having sufficient info about Unity's time travel.

 

It's not really time-travel. Abstergo are searching for you within their server and when they find you, you have to run through portals created by the person helping you which take you into different timezones in order to escape. It's a brief, short little linear thing but they are quite cool. WW2 Eiffel Tower was fun because you get to use a gun and shoot down planes.

[WildOrchid]

Black flag was my favorite AC tbh. Because i'm so fond of pirates and the game had a pirate assassin protag.

 

Unity sucks so bad, this game is a huge bugfest in PC. I didn't even had that many bugs since Skyrim.

[Bowie Hawkins]

I just feel sad for Leliana when she's hardened. It's not that she kills people, it's just how dark her outlook is and how cold she gets. I love Lel'a compassion and silliness, and the idea of her getting angrier and angrier and less ...happy, bums me out. I wish it didn't seem like a choice between binary idealism and pragmatism.

 

Hardened Leli scared the Fade out of my Inquisitor too much for her to be comfortable with the idea with her becoming Divine. 

 

 

One, it's obviously something constructive he can do instead of sitting around brooding...the fact that he's making a children's toy for the kids is especially meaningful there. 

 

And not just any children's toy - it's a rocking horse Gryphon! The fabled mount the Grey Wardens once rode into battle, made for a child to ride and dream of their noble deeds and heroic acts. He may never be able to make amends for his crime, but he can make something that will last beyond him, and when he's forgotten his reverence toward the Grey Wardens - the only thing about himself that he thinks is worth anyone ever remembering of him - can be passed along to a child. And if he is very lucky, that child will grow up to live up to the standards he feels he never truly can.

 

 

Dorian is a very interesting case. He means well, but his upbringing leaves him with quite a few blind spots. Sera calls him out on it too. He says not all elves are slaves in Tevinter and she counters by asking him if he ever spoke with an elf who wasn't a slave. He has to admit that no, he hasn't. But he's glad to have done so now (talking with Sera that is).

 

What I love most about that banter is that's when Sera and Dorian start to become true friends. He realises that she's a lot more insightful than she seems at first, and she realises that he's not just another noble-born with his head jammed up his fundament.

 

 

Alphonse's passage has lots of silverite deposites.

 

Alphonse's passage sounds like it's even more prolific than Dorian's.

 

 

Why would they establish that, and then not keep to it? 

 

They established that it was possible for Time Lords to get a new cycle of regenerations decades ago in the original series - the current Doctor is on the first regeneration of his second cycle of them.

 

 

That's the easy choice. Romana I or Romana II?

 

Romana II. Always had a soft spot inmy heart for nerdy girls, and Lalla Ward... Mmm.

[Duelist]

Because i'm so fond of pirates

Same here.

[Duelist]

What I love most about that banter is that's when Sera and Dorian start to become true friends. He realises that she's a lot more insightful than she seems at first, and she realises that he's not just another noble-born with his head jammed up his fundament.

He probably could fit his head up there though.
According to the man himself, it could open a shop it's that prolific.

Also, gold s***s.

[Serza]

Dear Diary,

I have spent the past two and a half hours trying to farm up the Dalish Warrior Armor schematic, yet it eludes me still.

I have no idea what to do, it's entirely possible I might drop the idea of ever seeing it altogether.

I shall continue at a later date, yet for today, my mortal foe, my nemesis, the RNG, has defeated me.

 

Note, scribbled with a shaking hand:

I am dieing. RNG has found my sanctuary. Should anyone ever find this diary, please post screenshots of the Dalish Warrior Armor.

My spirit beyond the Fade would be forever grateful.

[veeia]

Haha, just got the Dorian comment where he says he was talking to Sera about you and she spat on the ground. Doesn't that scream for a drabble or something to flesh out.  So I tried. UGH, Sera, why are you so hard to write??? Not edited or anything, lmao, so apologize for its roughness. 

 

Spoiler

 Her head hurts, books! So many words, they all mean nothing, and come together. Arishok this, Ariqun that, Aribunch of assholes. Then there’s the tamamamas, or whatever. Cool idea, right? Get it when it’s hot, yeah. But then Sera thinks of her;her slipping into a bedroom with a strange one, casual as breakfast, and her stomach clenches. No. No.  Mine.  Not owning things? Grand! She doesn’t care, she’ll share her toys, but there….she’s not playing.

So she goes to her, tells her she’s sorry, she tried, but that rubbish is all tattered up in her head. And Adaar, she just laughs, says shes the same way. Wasn’t raised in it, remember? And Sera feels stupid again, because she’s as elfy as Buckles is Qunari, course she doesn’t want a tamamama. But she doesn’t feel stupid long, because she’s pressed up against the wall, long arms wrapped around her, hot breath on her neck. She’s good for that, yeah? When Sera gets too coiled up, thoughts circling around in her head tighter and tighter, Adaar can take her and vanish those thoughts away just like ma--

Sera pulls away from her. Magic! Right, there was something else to be done.  She scolds Adaar--all this magic stuff, it’s just...well, it’s just a bunch of crap, innit? Sure she’s a mage, but does she have to be so….magey? She’s starting to wind up a bit more, pacing, feet can’t stay to the place, fear rising up, no abomination, no possession, no no no, not her.  The Herald puts a calm hand on her, says she has to learn magic, has to stop all this world ending stuff. Says she will never be scary, that she can’t be that, because she doesn’t want to disappoint Sera. Doesn’t want to lose her. Damn her, damn that girl. Sera calls her Honey Tongue now.  She can tell Adaar likes it, because she smiles, and then quickly shuts the smile down like, don’t let her see how much you like it, or its back to Buckles again.

So, magic. Well, she’s not going to read a book there. Magic books, too many words AND also, magic. What if she reads one, becomes a toad? Does the Herald like toads? No! No one likes toads. Not like...that way..at least. Toads aren’t so bad, she supposes, even if she remembers one that would sit outside her window in Denerim, croaking, hiding, never ever shutting up, winding her up, can’t sleep, UGH toad, wait, she’s at the tower now, what’s she doing here? No toads here.  Oh right, magic. She drops into stealth, walks past Elfy. Hard enough to talk to mages-who-aren’t-her-mage, but him, Ugh.. He’s reading a magic book, wish he’d turn into a toad.

Dorian though, he’s alright. He talks too fast and she’s never quite sure what he’s saying, but it mostly seems nice. Adaar said that’s how most people probably felt about Sera. Pah. She talks fast but it’s always sense. She goes up to his nook, he's looking through the bookshelves, wine glass not far away, light from the windows glinting off his armor, shiny shiny. He seems surprised she's there but he nods.

 

Yeah, so magic, what’s up with that? Dorian smirks, puts his hands on his sides, does that thing with his face like he’s looking down at a child. What’s up with magic, he repeats. Could it be that a curious soul lies underneath the provincial facade?  

Your face.is ..odd! He laughs more, she bites her lip. Adaar says, don’t mind him, he acts like that because he’s being defensive, doesn’t think anyone will like him, well OF COURSE no one will if he’s being such an arsehole, but okay okay. Ignore the rich ****** being a rich ******, try to find the friend.

She thinks it over, tries to get the right words. She wants to ask him, why you do people like magic so much? What’s so fun about breaking the world, cuz it never gets put back together right, and all the cracks are showing, and her hearts all tangled up with one of the breakers so its laid across the cracks , and...nothing comes out right with her, does it, because what she says is: magic...it’s shite, innit? All...unnatural...don’t you just wish you...I don’t know, weren’t that way?

Dorian’s smile vanishes, he tenses, puts on that nob mask, ,says something she doesn’t even listen to, because she sees that disappointment, that condescension, whatever it is: it isn’t his friend face.

So she walks off without saying anything, just spits on the ground behind her, because she knows it will ****** him off, and even without looking, just picturing the look of horror on his face cheers her up a bit, but she’s laughing at that and she forgets to stealth, walks past Elfy, who instead of glaring at her, has that thoughtful look on his face like maybe he wants to have a Conversation about How Much they Have In Common and How he PIties and Envies Her so she stealths right in front of him, and he knows, and he sighs, and that makes her laugh again, and he can hear her laugh, and he sighs again, and she thinks about dropping trow...even though he can’t see her, she’d know, and that’s all that matters, eh, but she sees Adaar leaving the war room, heading out the castle, and she runs forward after her.

She smiles when she sees Sera, always smiles, like there’s never been a better sight. Takes her hand, right in front of everyone, and smiles.

Magic is ****. The Breach is ****. Tammamas and the Qun and the the Dalish and Elfy and toads that won’t shut up and Caryfuss, they’re all ****. But this is real, this is not ****, and it is hers. It’s enough.

[Basement Cat]

Dear Diary,

I have spent the past two and a half hours trying to farm up the Dalish Warrior Armor schematic, yet it eludes me still.

I have no idea what to do, it's entirely possible I might drop the idea of ever seeing it altogether.

I shall continue at a later date, yet for today, my mortal foe, my nemesis, the RNG, has defeated me.

 

Note, scribbled with a shaking hand:

I am dieing. RNG has found my sanctuary. Should anyone ever find this diary, please post screenshots of the Dalish Warrior Armor.

My spirit beyond the Fade would be forever grateful.

This is the female version.

 

[Serza]

Anyway, I'm off for tonight. Got The Stolen Throne to complete - some thirty pages left, that's a two-hour matter to me! Maybe...

[Serza]

This is the female version.

 

 

So it's pretty much Keeper Robes v2.0 and some extra metal armor...?

[AlexiaRevan]

Haha, just got the Dorian comment where he says he was talking to Sera about you and she spat on the ground. Doesn't that scream for a drabble or something to flesh out.  So I tried. UGH, Sera, why are you so hard to write??? Not edited or anything, lmao, so apologize for its roughness. 

 

Spoiler

 Her head hurts, books! So many words, they all mean nothing, and come together. Arishok this, Ariqun that, Aribunch of assholes. Then there’s the tamamamas, or whatever. Cool idea, right? Get it when it’s hot, yeah. But then Sera thinks of her;her slipping into a bedroom with a strange one, casual as breakfast, and her stomach clenches. No. No.  Mine.  Not owning things? Grand! She doesn’t care, she’ll share her toys, but there….she’s not playing.

So she goes to her, tells her she’s sorry, she tried, but that rubbish is all tattered up in her head. And Adaar, she just laughs, says shes the same way. Wasn’t raised in it, remember? And Sera feels stupid again, because she’s as elfy as Buckles is Qunari, course she doesn’t want a tamamama. But she doesn’t feel stupid long, because she’s pressed up against the wall, long arms wrapped around her, hot breath on her neck. She’s good for that, yeah? When Sera gets too coiled up, thoughts circling around in her head tighter and tighter, Adaar can take her and vanish those thoughts away just like ma--

Sera pulls away from her. Magic! Right, there was something else to be done.  She scolds Adaar--all this magic stuff, it’s just...well, it’s just a bunch of crap, innit? Sure she’s a mage, but does she have to be so….magey? She’s starting to wind up a bit more, pacing, feet can’t stay to the place, fear rising up, no abomination, no possession, no no no, not her.  The Herald puts a calm hand on her, says she has to learn magic, has to stop all this world ending stuff. Says she will never be scary, that she can’t be that, because she doesn’t want to disappoint Sera. Doesn’t want to lose her. Damn her, damn that girl. Sera calls her Honey Tongue now.  She can tell Adaar likes it, because she smiles, and then quickly shuts the smile down like, don’t let her see how much you like it, or its back to Buckles again.

So, magic. Well, she’s not going to read a book there. Magic books, too many words AND also, magic. What if she reads one, becomes a toad? Does the Herald like toads? No! No one likes toads. Not like...that way..at least. Toads aren’t so bad, she supposes, even if she remembers one that would sit outside her window in Denerim, croaking, hiding, never ever shutting up, winding her up, can’t sleep, UGH toad, wait, she’s at the tower now, what’s she doing here? No toads here.  Oh right, magic. She drops into stealth, walks past Elfy. Hard enough to talk to mages-who-aren’t-her-mage, but him, Ugh.. He’s reading a magic book, wish he’d turn into a toad.

Dorian though, he’s alright. He talks too fast and she’s never quite sure what he’s saying, but it mostly seems nice. Adaar said that’s how most people probably felt about Sera. Pah. She talks fast but it’s always sense. She goes up to his nook, he's looking through the bookshelves, wine glass not far away, light from the windows glinting off his armor, shiny shiny. He seems surprised she's there but he nods.

 

Yeah, so magic, what’s up with that? Dorian smirks, puts his hands on his sides, does that thing with his face like he’s looking down at a child. What’s up with magic, he repeats. Could it be that a curious soul lies underneath the provincial facade?  

Your face.is ..odd! He laughs more, she bites her lip. Adaar says, don’t mind him, he acts like that because he’s being defensive, doesn’t think anyone will like him, well OF COURSE no one will if he’s being such an arsehole, but okay okay. Ignore the rich ****** being a rich ******, try to find the friend.

She thinks it over, tries to get the right words. She wants to ask him, why you do people like magic so much? What’s so fun about breaking the world, cuz it never gets put back together right, and all the cracks are showing, and her hearts all tangled up with one of the breakers so its laid across the cracks , and...nothing comes out right with her, does it, because what she says is: magic...it’s shite, innit? All...unnatural...don’t you just wish you...I don’t know, weren’t that way?

Dorian’s smile vanishes, he tenses, puts on that nob mask, ,says something she doesn’t even listen to, because she sees that disappointment, that condescension, whatever it is: it isn’t his friend face.

So she walks off without saying anything, just spits on the ground behind her, because she knows it will ****** him off, and even without looking, just picturing the look of horror on his face cheers her up a bit, but she’s laughing at that and she forgets to stealth, walks past Elfy, who instead of glaring at her, has that thoughtful look on his face like maybe he wants to have a Conversation about How Much they Have In Common and How he PIties and Envies Her so she stealths right in front of him, and he knows, and he sighs, and that makes her laugh again, and he can hear her laugh, and he sighs again, and she thinks about dropping trow...even though he can’t see her, she’d know, and that’s all that matters, eh, but she sees Adaar leaving the war room, heading out the castle, and she runs forward after her.

She smiles when she sees Sera, always smiles, like there’s never been a better sight. Takes her hand, right in front of everyone, and smiles.

Magic is ****. The Breach is ****. Tammamas and the Qun and the the Dalish and Elfy and toads that won’t shut up and Caryfuss, they’re all ****. But this is real, this is not ****, and it is hers. It’s enough.

argh its hard to be in one brain..heaaadech     

[Duelist]

Haha, just got the Dorian comment where he says he was talking to Sera about you and she spat on the ground. Doesn't that scream for a drabble or something to flesh out. So I tried. UGH, Sera, why are you so hard to write??? Not edited or anything, lmao, so apologize for its roughness.

Spoiler

Her head hurts, books! So many words, they all mean nothing, and come together. Arishok this, Ariqun that, Aribunch of assholes. Then there’s the tamamamas, or whatever. Cool idea, right? Get it when it’s hot, yeah. But then Sera thinks of her;her slipping into a bedroom with a strange one, casual as breakfast, and her stomach clenches. No. No. Mine. Not owning things? Grand! She doesn’t care, she’ll share her toys, but there….she’s not playing.

So she goes to her, tells her she’s sorry, she tried, but that rubbish is all tattered up in her head. And Adaar, she just laughs, says shes the same way. Wasn’t raised in it, remember? And Sera feels stupid again, because she’s as elfy as Buckles is Qunari, course she doesn’t want a tamamama. But she doesn’t feel stupid long, because she’s pressed up against the wall, long arms wrapped around her, hot breath on her neck. She’s good for that, yeah? When Sera gets too coiled up, thoughts circling around in her head tighter and tighter, Adaar can take her and vanish those thoughts away just like ma--

Sera pulls away from her. Magic! Right, there was something else to be done. She scolds Adaar--all this magic stuff, it’s just...well, it’s just a bunch of crap, innit? Sure she’s a mage, but does she have to be so….magey? She’s starting to wind up a bit more, pacing, feet can’t stay to the place, fear rising up, no abomination, no possession, no no no, not her. The Herald puts a calm hand on her, says she has to learn magic, has to stop all this world ending stuff. Says she will never be scary, that she can’t be that, because she doesn’t want to disappoint Sera. Doesn’t want to lose her. Damn her, damn that girl. Sera calls her Honey Tongue now. She can tell Adaar likes it, because she smiles, and then quickly shuts the smile down like, don’t let her see how much you like it, or its back to Buckles again.

So, magic. Well, she’s not going to read a book there. Magic books, too many words AND also, magic. What if she reads one, becomes a toad? Does the Herald like toads? No! No one likes toads. Not like...that way..at least. Toads aren’t so bad, she supposes, even if she remembers one that would sit outside her window in Denerim, croaking, hiding, never ever shutting up, winding her up, can’t sleep, UGH toad, wait, she’s at the tower now, what’s she doing here? No toads here. Oh right, magic. She drops into stealth, walks past Elfy. Hard enough to talk to mages-who-aren’t-her-mage, but him, Ugh.. He’s reading a magic book, wish he’d turn into a toad.

Dorian though, he’s alright. He talks too fast and she’s never quite sure what he’s saying, but it mostly seems nice. Adaar said that’s how most people probably felt about Sera. Pah. She talks fast but it’s always sense. She goes up to his nook, he's looking through the bookshelves, wine glass not far away, light from the windows glinting off his armor, shiny shiny. He seems surprised she's there but he nods.

Yeah, so magic, what’s up with that? Dorian smirks, puts his hands on his sides, does that thing with his face like he’s looking down at a child. What’s up with magic, he repeats. Could it be that a curious soul lies underneath the provincial facade?

Your face.is ..odd! He laughs more, she bites her lip. Adaar says, don’t mind him, he acts like that because he’s being defensive, doesn’t think anyone will like him, well OF COURSE no one will if he’s being such an arsehole, but okay okay. Ignore the rich ****** being a rich ******, try to find the friend.

She thinks it over, tries to get the right words. She wants to ask him, why you do people like magic so much? What’s so fun about breaking the world, cuz it never gets put back together right, and all the cracks are showing, and her hearts all tangled up with one of the breakers so its laid across the cracks , and...nothing comes out right with her, does it, because what she says is: magic...it’s shite, innit? All...unnatural...don’t you just wish you...I don’t know, weren’t that way?

Dorian’s smile vanishes, he tenses, puts on that nob mask, ,says something she doesn’t even listen to, because she sees that disappointment, that condescension, whatever it is: it isn’t his friend face.

So she walks off without saying anything, just spits on the ground behind her, because she knows it will ****** him off, and even without looking, just picturing the look of horror on his face cheers her up a bit, but she’s laughing at that and she forgets to stealth, walks past Elfy, who instead of glaring at her, has that thoughtful look on his face like maybe he wants to have a Conversation about How Much they Have In Common and How he PIties and Envies Her so she stealths right in front of him, and he knows, and he sighs, and that makes her laugh again, and he can hear her laugh, and he sighs again, and she thinks about dropping trow...even though he can’t see her, she’d know, and that’s all that matters, eh, but she sees Adaar leaving the war room, heading out the castle, and she runs forward after her.

She smiles when she sees Sera, always smiles, like there’s never been a better sight. Takes her hand, right in front of everyone, and smiles.
Magic is ****. The Breach is ****. Tammamas and the Qun and the the Dalish and Elfy and toads that won’t shut up and Caryfuss, they’re all ****. But this is real, this is not ****, and it is hers. It’s enough.

I like it

One thing though: it would work better written in first person IMO.

Just my two cents.

[veeia]

I like it

One thing though: it would work better written in first person IMO.

Just my two cents.

 

Haha, probably! I am obsessed with close third person, for some reason, even though it's hard to do well. 

[YourFunnyUncle]

Have I mentioned how much I love Sera's Cabinet of Wonder-Whose-it-Was?

 

D'awww! She got Tressa's hair made into a bracelet. 

 

 

Also: Cole. Gettin' in Tressa's girl's head...

 

[veeia]

Oh god, yes, it's fabulous. This one made me laugh so hard:

 

[Duelist]

Haha, probably! I am obsessed with close third person, for some reason, even though it's hard to do well.

I only suggested first person because it seems as if you're writing from inside her head at times.

Maybe incorporate a little more dialogue as well.
It seems like you're trying to speak as Sera from a third person perspective, if that makes any sense.

That said, you got her voice down perfectly.