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Cassandra Pentaghast - Walking Tall

Débuté par Maria Caliban , mars 26 2014 12:53

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#33626
Master Warder Z_

Posté 17 mai 2015 - 11:38

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Provide a link if you would be so kind.

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#33627
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Posté 17 mai 2015 - 11:53

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Provide a link if you would be so kind.

Link

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#33628
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Posté 17 mai 2015 - 11:55

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Link

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#33629
Merela

Posté 18 mai 2015 - 12:29

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Dwarf?

What else? :ph34r:

You know I would read it, Merela! I've been working on a Qunari one for fun.

I think you know that one already, Ces', though I changed a few things. And yeah, moar fics! :lol:

Anyway, here it is. Do not hesitate to comment and critic, guys. Just do not ask me what I was drinking when I was writing it.

Spoiler

Varric doesn’t have the knack for romances, he knows it. It hasn’t prevented him from trying his hand at the stuff – big mistake, one he would happily rectify if he could, maybe by making every volume of his series Swords & Shields disappear in some deep chasm or burn them all on a giant pyre. He has even asked Hawke once if she knew a spell that would simply erase them out of the rest of Thedas’ memory. By closing his eyes he can still hear her laughing the question away.

But Hawke is no longer here and Varric is travelling with the Inquisition now. It’s not as bad as he feared, actually. Well, it’s not great either – he misses Kirkwall, he misses his friends, he misses his old life, but there are some highlights to the whole situation - the Seeker to be one of them is not something he had expected, though. Yet, as he watches her quietly discussing with Cadash on the other side of the campfire during a trip in the Hinterlands, Varric can feel inspiration kicking in.

He writes late into the night, the only sound in the tent the scratching of the feather on paper. Words flow from his mind to his hand to the paper, and Varric can see the story unfold as he writes; he sees the brash, violent, prompt-to-stab-people Seeker of Truth (he names her Sandrine) falling for the dashing, charming lyrium smuggler from the Carta (Varric doesn’t have a name for him yet, but the character will have a handsome hat) as they’re trying to stop a hole in the sky from destroying the world (any similarities to actual persons or situations is merely coincidental and the product of a feverish imagination, or not). The first draft is done by the morning and by the time they return to Haven, the first chapter is ready. He sends it discreetly off with a courier and begins working on the rest.

The answer reaches him four days later and it makes his heart clench in anguish for one second or two – Hawke is too close – but the quip makes him laugh anyway. “What have those two people done to you for deserving such a punishment?” The funny thing is, he’s not even sure he hates Cassandra anymore. Well, he still hasn’t forgiven her for the way she has treated him back in Kirkwall but she may have one or two redeeming qualities: firstly, she’s a gullible listener – which is pretty amazing giving her job, but it makes lying to her all the easier; and secondly, she’s good at hitting things. Like, almost to the level of Aveline; if the two of them ever met and decided to do a hitting contest, Varric honestly doesn’t know on who he’d bet. And Fjalar is a good boy, though his taste in women is obviously questionable.

The attack on Haven doesn’t drain his inspiration. It’s actually quite the contrary. Varric writes for hours, until his wrist aches or until the cold wind blows his candle off. He writes so he’ll stop thinking for a while of the familiar tall dark figure on the snowy hill, outlined against the moon (Corypheus is dead, he saw it – damn, he helped Hawke kill him in the first place!), of the corrupted dragon (the kid with the weird hat said it was an archdemon, of all things!), of the sound of the avalanche destroying the village (like a thunderstorm), of the harrowing wait for Cadash. Then the boy finally shows up, hurt and exhausted and cold but alive, and there is no doubt left in Varric’s mind: he’s really sent by Andraste. But Andraste apparently cares little for mortal bodies, and Varric works twice as hard on his story so he’ll not listen to Fjalar’s screams of agony as the healers meticulously break his bones again to set them back in place. He tries to pays him a visit later, and finds the boy asleep, resting from his ordeal, with the Seeker sitting by his side. Her eyes are so red that Varric can’t tell if she’s exhausted or if she’s been crying for hours, but the glare she throws him is as deadly as always. Still, he leaves with some new writing material.

By the time they move in Skyhold, the Seeker Sandrine and her smuggler (he still has no name – what kind of parents give their son a name that starts with the letter F anyway?) are living a stormy if passionate love story, which is more than could be said of Fjalar Cadash and Cassandra Pentaghast. And after the whole Swords and Shields affair, he leaves the first chapter by the training dummies one time Cassandra is away. And waits.

She enters the Great Hall the day after with the face she used to wear during the interrogation in Kirkwall and she slams the book so hard on his excuse of a table that the dwarf fears for a moment a stone will come away from the roof and crush the two of them. A painful death for sure but not as terrible as the one she’s planning for him, if the look in her eyes is anything to go by. But then she asks under her breath if he has written more of it, and he can’t help but smirk.

Totally worth it.

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#33630
AWTEW

Posté 18 mai 2015 - 12:36

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Thank you.

No Problem

I think cass would go good in the black and cold Zeon uniform..

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#33631
Master Warder Z_

Posté 18 mai 2015 - 12:49

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No Problem

I think cass would go good in the black and cold Zeon uniform..

Special forces?

I'd always picture her in the regular army for some reason.

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#33632
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Posté 18 mai 2015 - 01:05

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Special forces?

I'd always picture her in the regular army for some reason.

You mean this one?

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#33633
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Posté 18 mai 2015 - 01:08

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You mean this one?

Yup.

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#33634
Cespar

Posté 18 mai 2015 - 01:31

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What else?

I think you know that one already, Ces', though I changed a few things. And yeah, moar fics!

Anyway, here it is. Do not hesitate to comment and critic, guys. Just do not ask me what I was drinking when I was writing it.

Spoiler

Varric doesn’t have the knack for romances, he knows it. It hasn’t prevented him from trying his hand at the stuff – big mistake, one he would happily rectify if he could, maybe by making every volume of his series Swords & Shields disappear in some deep chasm or burn them all on a giant pyre. He has even asked Hawke once if she knew a spell that would simply erase them out of the rest of Thedas’ memory. By closing his eyes he can still hear her laughing the question away.

But Hawke is no longer here and Varric is travelling with the Inquisition now. It’s not as bad as he feared, actually. Well, it’s not great either – he misses Kirkwall, he misses his friends, he misses his old life, but there are some highlights to the whole situation - the Seeker to be one of them is not something he had expected, though. Yet, as he watches her quietly discussing with Cadash on the other side of the campfire during a trip in the Hinterlands, Varric can feel inspiration kicking in.

He writes late into the night, the only sound in the tent the scratching of the feather on paper. Words flow from his mind to his hand to the paper, and Varric can see the story unfold as he writes; he sees the brash, violent, prompt-to-stab-people Seeker of Truth (he names her Sandrine) falling for the dashing, charming lyrium smuggler from the Carta (Varric doesn’t have a name for him yet, but the character will have a handsome hat) as they’re trying to stop a hole in the sky from destroying the world (any similarities to actual persons or situations is merely coincidental and the product of a feverish imagination, or not). The first draft is done by the morning and by the time they return to Haven, the first chapter is ready. He sends it discreetly off with a courier and begins working on the rest.

The answer reaches him four days later and it makes his heart clench in anguish for one second or two – Hawke is too close – but the quip makes him laugh anyway. “What have those two people done to you for deserving such a punishment?” The funny thing is, he’s not even sure he hates Cassandra anymore. Well, he still hasn’t forgiven her for the way she has treated him back in Kirkwall but she may have one or two redeeming qualities: firstly, she’s a gullible listener – which is pretty amazing giving her job, but it makes lying to her all the easier; and secondly, she’s good at hitting things. Like, almost to the level of Aveline; if the two of them ever met and decided to do a hitting contest, Varric honestly doesn’t know on who he’d bet. And Fjalar is a good boy, though his taste in women is obviously questionable.

The attack on Haven doesn’t drain his inspiration. It’s actually quite the contrary. Varric writes for hours, until his wrist aches or until the cold wind blows his candle off. He writes so he’ll stop thinking for a while of the familiar tall dark figure on the snowy hill, outlined against the moon (Corypheus is dead, he saw it – damn, he helped Hawke kill him in the first place!), of the corrupted dragon (the kid with the weird hat said it was an archdemon, of all things!), of the sound of the avalanche destroying the village (like a thunderstorm), of the harrowing wait for Cadash. Then the boy finally shows up, hurt and exhausted and cold but alive, and there is no doubt left in Varric’s mind: he’s really sent by Andraste. But Andraste apparently cares little for mortal bodies, and Varric works twice as hard on his story so he’ll not listen to Fjalar’s screams of agony as the healers meticulously break his bones again to set them back in place. He tries to pays him a visit later, and finds the boy asleep, resting from his ordeal, with the Seeker sitting by his side. Her eyes are so red that Varric can’t tell if she’s exhausted or if she’s been crying for hours, but the glare she throws him is as deadly as always. Still, he leaves with some new writing material.

By the time they move in Skyhold, the Seeker Sandrine and her smuggler (he still has no name – what kind of parents give their son a name that starts with the letter F anyway?) are living a stormy if passionate love story, which is more than could be said of Fjalar Cadash and Cassandra Pentaghast. And after the whole Swords and Shields affair, he leaves the first chapter by the training dummies one time Cassandra is away. And waits.

She enters the Great Hall the day after with the face she used to wear during the interrogation in Kirkwall and she slams the book so hard on his excuse of a table that the dwarf fears for a moment a stone will come away from the roof and crush the two of them. A painful death for sure but not as terrible as the one she’s planning for him, if the look in her eyes is anything to go by. But then she asks under her breath if he has written more of it, and he can’t help but smirk.

Totally worth it.

Oh yea! I did read this one in the dwarf's thread! I will copy the story into Microsoft word and give feedback that way.

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#33635
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Posté 18 mai 2015 - 02:26

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Yup.

Not sure if that type of green would go well with Cass tbh.

Do you think Cass would fall for Char's charms? I think, that she wouldn't be that stupid.

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#33636
Master Warder Z_

Posté 18 mai 2015 - 02:42

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Not sure if that type of green would go well with Cass tbh.

Do you think Cass would fall for Char's charms? I think, that she wouldn't be that stupid.

No.

She'd probably be in the elite homeland defense corps in the Space Force anyway and probably be at side 3 the entire war.

Under Dozle and Gihren respectively.

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#33637
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Posté 18 mai 2015 - 02:48

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No.

She'd probably be in the elite homeland defense corps in the Space Force anyway and probably be at side 3 the entire war.

Under Dozle and Gihren respectively.

I could see her under Dozle, now that you mention it.

Damn it this comic is making me sympathetic with Haman...

SO I have heard two conflicting reports on Natalie Bianchi's death:

one that Haman wasn't involved at all, and it was a Hardliner group (that wants another war with the Earth Federation) that shoots her.

The other is that it was Haman Karn who ordered it.

So do you know which one it is?