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[Basement Cat]

The wardrobe was quite toned down at that event it seems. 

There were going hunting. Practicality had to be given more than lip service.

[SamaraDraven]

Call me dumb, but why Commander Catnip? Did I miss something?

I think it was probably during the time you actually sleep. But someone asked what would Varric's nickname for Cullen be and a couple of us got silly trying to come up with one. I said I thought Varric would tease Cullen about the lion helm and Commander Catnip was popular for a while. Then I wrote a snippet with Varric trying out nicknames. It was amusing so I wrote another snippet to take my mind off that other thread.

[BioFan (Official)]

There were going hunting. Practicality had to be given more than lip service.

 

 

Vivienne would smite them all for dressing "casual" 

[ilikesocks]

How can she even breathe with that huge neck ruffle in the way??

It kinda makes me think of a huge doily. I wouldn't be able to stand that thing, I can barely tolerate turtlenecks.

[SamaraDraven]

all of SamaraDraven's nicknames are the best!

Awww shucks....! Thank you. Though I think there just haven't been all that many suggestions yet. Or did I miss something the Great Nicknaming Debate?

[BioFan (Official)]

So I was watching "She's All That" in preparation to #RideTheBull, and then 20 mins in....

THIS happened...

Spoiler

 

[LolaLei]

So I was watching "She's All That" in preparation to #RideTheBull, and then 20 mins in....

THIS happened...

Spoiler

 

 

... Is that FPJ doing a naked interpretative dance? WHAT A LEGEND!

[Boomshakalakalakaboom]

I wrote a bit of Cullen/Inquisitor bonding. I'm not really used to writing scenes involving sword play, but I tried.

Spoiler

Her lips were dry and her mouth parched. Her breaths came in heavy rasps and the sweat that dampened her brow had started to fall into her eyes. It was far too hot for this--how had she ever thought that sparring in the mid-day heat was a good idea? Oh, that's right, it most likely had something to do with the fact that she had seen Cullen in the training yard at this exact time of day many times before and each time she had admired the way that his sweat drenched tunic had clung and outlined every dip and bulge of muscle. Today though, she had been caught out. The advisor--whom appeared to have the eyes of an eagle--had spotted her hovering discretely in close vicinity to a window and had promptly waved her down to come join him. Only a simpleton would pass up an invite to inspect the man at a closer range.


She regretted it now, though, as the sun beat down on her back and her tunic clung to the lines of her body just as much as his did. He was, of course, the perfect gentleman--eyes never lingering in the places they shouldn't no matter how much she wished they would. And on top of it all, he was smiling. It was nothing more than the lift of one corner of his mouth but gone was the stern expression that she usually found there and replacing it was a softness that she had not thought to ever see from a man that seemed to always have a metaphorical stick up his ass. Could it be, that Cullen actually found sparring with her to be fun? Well, she couldn't have that now, could she. Especially not while he was lazily swinging his sword out in front of him as she mopped the sweat from her brows any eyes with the sleeve of her tunic. No, she thought it high time that she taught her incredibly handsome military advisor just how dirty she could play.


She tapped the toe of her boot three times on the cracked dirt of the training yard to signal the continuation of their spar. He clapsed the hilt of his sword in both hands and with a nod of his head, widened the stance of his legs as she circled him with light steps. He followed her movements, rotating to keep her in his line of sight. It was her grin that caught him off guard, the way that it spread smugly across her lips as she arched an eyebrow at him before he was blinded by the sunlight reflecting off her blade and into his eyes.

She rolled forward and slipped in behind him to smack the flat of her blade against his backside. Cullen arched his back and stumbled forward as she stiffled her giggle while bouncing away from him on the balls of her feet. He whipped around to face her with his forehead scrunched in a frown as he glared at her.


"That was a very cheap shot for a highborn lady," he muttered as he gave his rump a soothing rub.


She winked at him while throwing up one of her twin daggers to spin in the air before catching it. "It appears that all my good breeding has evaporated in this insufferable heat. Oh, and there is also the fact that I loathe losing."


Cullen gave a slight snort and shook his head as his lips twitched with a hidden smile before retaking his stance and raising his sword to her in challenge.

She swung her blades into place and continued her circulation, taking feathered step after feathered step until she saw her opening and launched herself at him. She let loose a dagger in mid-air, the hilt passing through her fingers as it hurtled towards her target. The clang of metal connecting with metal rang throughout the yard as Cullen met her blade with his own in a wide sweep that successfully deterred the path of her dagger. She planted a foot firmly on his thigh and used her own momentum to push off and swing herself around him. Her free arm hooked high around his neck, forcing his face up with her forearm to give better access to his jugular as she wrapped her legs around his waist and placed the edge of her dagger to rest gently against his vulnerable flesh.

"I can give you a nice, close clean shave if you ask me nicely, Ser Cullen," she whispered in his air. He swallowed hard--she could feel his laryngeal bob up and down beneath her arm.


She pushed herself more firmly against his back and again whispered in his ear, "do you yield, Ser?" she asked.


"I yield," he murmured in reply with a stiff nod of his head and a shaky breath.


She unwrapped her legs from around him and let her body slowly slide down his back, perfectly well aware of what she was doing as her hand drifted down his side. He stood stiff and silent as she retrieved her dagger and she suddenly felt a flush of embarrasment spread across her already warm cheeks. What was she thinking, moving against him in such a suggestive manner? Maybe her good breeding really had evaporated in the heat. Maker, she was never going to be able to meet his eyes with her own again.


She moved past him to leave the yard, hands clenched around the hilts of her daggers and head bowed only to be stopped by the clearing of his throat and his rough fingers closing around her wrist. She turned back to him and glanced up to see him rubbing the back of his neck with a large hand.


"Same time tomorrow?" he asked.


She bit down on her lower lip to stop the spread of her smile and nodded demurely--her ladylike mannerisms finally making themselves known after a long absence. He let loose her wrist, brushing a finger over her pulse point and for the first time in her life, her heart gave a small flutter.

[Caja]

There's also an interview with the winners but it's in german and I have no idea what they are talking about: http://www.buffed.de...tonung-1126358/

I tried to sum it up but my translation is probably not the best. Please bear with me.

 

Spoiler

The reporter Mháire says that Sebastian, an EA employee, invited her to Berlin where the sound studio is located. It was the same day they did the recording for the three winners, so it's basically a coverage of that.

 

The video shows the female winner Poetine and how she tries to find the right tone for the character. She says:

"We will talk with the empress for you."And "I'm sorry". 

Then the director gives her some instructions and says:

"Lower your voice a bit. You're apologizing."

 

In the interview Poetine talks about the competition and that she watched her older brothers play Dragon Age when she was younger. They didn't allow her to play, so she is looking forward to Inquisition because now she can finally play herself. In her free time she sings and plays theatre. The male winner Alexander explains that he did some dubbing before for some anime stuff (but just as a hobby). He also thinks that he was lucky to win because some of the entries were really good.

 

When Mháire interviews Sebastian he talks about the contest. Originally there should have been just one winner, but apperently they negotiated so hard with BioWare that they eventually got three. Mháire asks him about the general amount of text in the game. He replies that it must be something like one million words, adding up to a hundred thousand lines. (I think he was only refering to the recorded text here.) In his opinion that's more than we had in Dragon Age Origins and Dragon Age 2.  So, the winners only voice a small amount of that but they paid attention that their characters have at least 20 - 25 lines. 

 

For the last winner, Kai, it was tricky to get the lines right because there was a weird mix of English and French in it (mainly names though). He is a drama educator and plays a bit of theatre himself but nothing professional.  

 

In another interview Mháire talks with the director. He also worked on Dragon Age 2. Compared with the previous game, DAI is more comprehensive. There are 900 different roles in the game, voiced by 200 actors/actresses.  The director compliments the developer on the flow of information. They usually know what a scene is about and that makes it easier for the actors.

[BioFan (Official)]

... Is that FPJ doing a naked interpretative dance? WHAT A LEGEND!

 

 

It gets better:

Spoiler

 

[LolaLei]

I wrote a bit of Cullen/Inquisitor bonding. I'm not really used to writing scenes involving sword play, but I tried.

Spoiler

Her lips were dry and her mouth parched. Her breaths came in heavy rasps and the sweat that dampened her brow had started to fall into her eyes. It was far too hot for this--how had she ever thought that sparring in the mid-day heat was a good idea? Oh, that's right, it most likely had something to do with the fact that she had seen Cullen in the training yard at this exact time of day many times before and each time she had admired the way that his sweat drenched tunic had clung and outlined every dip and bulge of muscle. Today though, she had been caught out. The advisor--whom appeared to have the eyes of an eagle--had spotted her hovering discretely in close vicinity to a window and had promptly waved her down to come join him. Only a simpleton would pass up an invite to inspect the man at a closer range.


She regretted it now, though, as the sun beat down on her back and her tunic clung to the lines of her body just as much as his did. He was, of course, the perfect gentleman--eyes never lingering in the places they shouldn't no matter how much she wished they would. And on top of it all, he was smiling. It was nothing more than the lift of one corner of his mouth but gone was the stern expression that she usually found there and replacing it was a softness that she had not thought to ever see from a man that seemed to always have a metaphorical stick up his ass. Could it be, that Cullen actually found sparring with her to be fun? Well, she couldn't have that now, could she. Especially not while he was lazily swinging his sword out in front of him as she mopped the sweat from her brows any eyes with the sleeve of her tunic. No, she thought it high time that she taught her incredibly handsome military advisor just how dirty she could play.


She tapped the toe of her boot three times on the cracked dirt of the training yard to signal the continuation of their spar. He clapsed the hilt of his sword in both hands and with a nod of his head, widened the stance of his legs as she circled him with light steps. He followed her movements, rotating to keep her in his line of sight. It was her grin that caught him off guard, the way that it spread smugly across her lips as she arched an eyebrow at him before he was blinded by the sunlight reflecting off her blade and into his eyes.

She rolled forward and slipped in behind him to smack the flat of her blade against his backside. Cullen arched his back and stumbled forward as she stiffled her giggle while bouncing away from him on the balls of her feet. He whipped around to face her with his forehead scrunched in a frown as he glared at her.


"That was a very cheap shot for a highborn lady," he muttered as he gave his rump a soothing rub.


She winked at him while throwing up one of her twin daggers to spin in the air before catching it. "It appears that all my good breeding has evaporated in this insufferable heat. Oh, and there is also the fact that I loathe losing."


Cullen gave a slight snort and shook his head as his lips twitched with a hidden smile before retaking his stance and raising his sword to her in challenge.

She swung her blades into place and continued her circulation, taking feathered step after feathered step until she saw her opening and launched herself at him. She let loose a dagger in mid-air, the hilt passing through her fingers as it hurtled towards her target. The clang of metal connecting with metal rang throughout the yard as Cullen met her blade with his own in a wide sweep that successfully deterred the path of her dagger. She planted a foot firmly on his thigh and used her own momentum to push off and swing herself around him. Her free arm hooked high around his neck, forcing his face up with her forearm to give better access to his jugular as she wrapped her legs around his waist and placed the edge of her dagger to rest gently against his vulnerable flesh.

"I can give you a nice, close clean shave if you ask me nicely, Ser Cullen," she whispered in his air. He swallowed hard--she could feel his laryngeal bob up and down beneath her arm.


She pushed herself more firmly against his back and again whispered in his ear, "do you yield, Ser?" she asked.


"I yield," he murmured in reply with a stiff nod of his head and a shaky breath.


She unwrapped her legs from around him and let her body slowly slide down his back, perfectly well aware of what she was doing as her hand drifted down his side. He stood stiff and silent as she retrieved her dagger and she suddenly felt a flush of embarrasment spread across her already warm cheeks. What was she thinking, moving against him in such a suggestive manner? Maybe her good breeding really had evaporated in the heat. Maker, she was never going to be able to meet his eyes with her own again.


She moved past him to leave the yard, hands clenched around the hilts of her daggers and head bowed only to be stopped by the clearing of his throat and his rough fingers closing around her wrist. She turned back to him and glanced up to see him rubbing the back of his neck with a large hand.


"Same time tomorrow?" he asked.


She bit down on her lower lip to stop the spread of her smile and nodded demurely--her ladylike mannerisms finally making themselves known after a long absence. He let loose her wrist, brushing a finger over her pulse point and for the first time in her life, her heart gave a small flutter.

 

That was hot!

[alwayshungry]

I tried to sum it up but my translation is probably not the best. Please bear with me.

 

Spoiler

The reporter Mháire says that Sebastian, an EA employee, invited her to Berlin where the sound studio is located. It was the same day they did the recording for the three winners, so it's basically a coverage of that.

 

The video shows the female winner Poetine and how she tries to find the right tone for the character. She says:

"We will talk with the empress for you."And "I'm sorry". 

Then the director gives her some instructions and says:

"Lower your voice a bit. You're apologizing."

 

In the interview Poetine talks about the competition and that she watched her older brothers play Dragon Age when she was younger. They didn't allow her to play, so she is looking forward to Inquisition because now she can finally play herself. In her free time she sings and plays theatre. The male winner Alexander explains that he did some dubbing before for some anime stuff (but just as a hobby). He also thinks that he was lucky to win because some of the entries were really good.

 

When Mháire interviews Sebastian he talks about the contest. Originally there should have been just one winner, but apperently they negotiated so hard with BioWare that they eventually got three. Mháire asks him about the general amount of text in the game. He replies that it must be something like one million words, adding up to a hundred thousand lines. (I think he was only refering to the recorded text here.) In his opinion that's more than we had in Dragon Age Origins and Dragon Age 2.  So, the winners only voice a small amount of that but they paid attention that their characters have at least 20 - 25 lines. 

 

For the last winner, Kai, it was tricky to get the lines right because there was a weird mix of English and French in it (mainly names though). He is a drama educator and plays a bit of theatre himself but nothing professional.  

 

In another interview Mháire talks with the director. He also worked on Dragon Age 2. Compared with the previous game, DAI is more comprehensive. There are 900 different roles in the game, voiced by 200 actors/actresses.  The director compliments the developer on the flow of information. They usually know what a scene is about and that makes it easier for the actors.

Thank you!!

[Boomshakalakalakaboom]

That was hot!

Lol, thanks!

[ChachiBobinks]

Dammit what if they have heaps of amazing Orlesian clothes that we can't wear because of non existant armor ratings!??!

 

They could do what Dragons Dogma did, like artificially raising the armor value of pretty clothes so they are viable...by pretty clothes I mean lingerie pieces of 'amor' that 'barely' cover the basics...

 

 

Not gonna lie - if my Quizzy can get away with wearing some fancy hoops and skirts during battle, she will. Extra pain taken in battle, be damned. FASHION.

 

It gets better:

Spoiler

 

 

No joke, this is my favorite part of the whole movie. XD

[alwayshungry]

I wrote a bit of Cullen/Inquisitor bonding. I'm not really used to writing scenes involving sword play, but I tried.

Spoiler

Her lips were dry and her mouth parched. Her breaths came in heavy rasps and the sweat that dampened her brow had started to fall into her eyes. It was far too hot for this--how had she ever thought that sparring in the mid-day heat was a good idea? Oh, that's right, it most likely had something to do with the fact that she had seen Cullen in the training yard at this exact time of day many times before and each time she had admired the way that his sweat drenched tunic had clung and outlined every dip and bulge of muscle. Today though, she had been caught out. The advisor--whom appeared to have the eyes of an eagle--had spotted her hovering discretely in close vicinity to a window and had promptly waved her down to come join him. Only a simpleton would pass up an invite to inspect the man at a closer range.


She regretted it now, though, as the sun beat down on her back and her tunic clung to the lines of her body just as much as his did. He was, of course, the perfect gentleman--eyes never lingering in the places they shouldn't no matter how much she wished they would. And on top of it all, he was smiling. It was nothing more than the lift of one corner of his mouth but gone was the stern expression that she usually found there and replacing it was a softness that she had not thought to ever see from a man that seemed to always have a metaphorical stick up his ass. Could it be, that Cullen actually found sparring with her to be fun? Well, she couldn't have that now, could she. Especially not while he was lazily swinging his sword out in front of him as she mopped the sweat from her brows any eyes with the sleeve of her tunic. No, she thought it high time that she taught her incredibly handsome military advisor just how dirty she could play.


She tapped the toe of her boot three times on the cracked dirt of the training yard to signal the continuation of their spar. He clapsed the hilt of his sword in both hands and with a nod of his head, widened the stance of his legs as she circled him with light steps. He followed her movements, rotating to keep her in his line of sight. It was her grin that caught him off guard, the way that it spread smugly across her lips as she arched an eyebrow at him before he was blinded by the sunlight reflecting off her blade and into his eyes.

She rolled forward and slipped in behind him to smack the flat of her blade against his backside. Cullen arched his back and stumbled forward as she stiffled her giggle while bouncing away from him on the balls of her feet. He whipped around to face her with his forehead scrunched in a frown as he glared at her.


"That was a very cheap shot for a highborn lady," he muttered as he gave his rump a soothing rub.


She winked at him while throwing up one of her twin daggers to spin in the air before catching it. "It appears that all my good breeding has evaporated in this insufferable heat. Oh, and there is also the fact that I loathe losing."


Cullen gave a slight snort and shook his head as his lips twitched with a hidden smile before retaking his stance and raising his sword to her in challenge.

She swung her blades into place and continued her circulation, taking feathered step after feathered step until she saw her opening and launched herself at him. She let loose a dagger in mid-air, the hilt passing through her fingers as it hurtled towards her target. The clang of metal connecting with metal rang throughout the yard as Cullen met her blade with his own in a wide sweep that successfully deterred the path of her dagger. She planted a foot firmly on his thigh and used her own momentum to push off and swing herself around him. Her free arm hooked high around his neck, forcing his face up with her forearm to give better access to his jugular as she wrapped her legs around his waist and placed the edge of her dagger to rest gently against his vulnerable flesh.

"I can give you a nice, close clean shave if you ask me nicely, Ser Cullen," she whispered in his air. He swallowed hard--she could feel his laryngeal bob up and down beneath her arm.


She pushed herself more firmly against his back and again whispered in his ear, "do you yield, Ser?" she asked.


"I yield," he murmured in reply with a stiff nod of his head and a shaky breath.


She unwrapped her legs from around him and let her body slowly slide down his back, perfectly well aware of what she was doing as her hand drifted down his side. He stood stiff and silent as she retrieved her dagger and she suddenly felt a flush of embarrasment spread across her already warm cheeks. What was she thinking, moving against him in such a suggestive manner? Maybe her good breeding really had evaporated in the heat. Maker, she was never going to be able to meet his eyes with her own again.


She moved past him to leave the yard, hands clenched around the hilts of her daggers and head bowed only to be stopped by the clearing of his throat and his rough fingers closing around her wrist. She turned back to him and glanced up to see him rubbing the back of his neck with a large hand.


"Same time tomorrow?" he asked.


She bit down on her lower lip to stop the spread of her smile and nodded demurely--her ladylike mannerisms finally making themselves known after a long absence. He let loose her wrist, brushing a finger over her pulse point and for the first time in her life, her heart gave a small flutter.

I thought you wrote bondage at first

[MacyNell]

I wrote a bit of Cullen/Inquisitor bonding. I'm not really used to writing scenes involving sword play, but I tried.

Spoiler

Her lips were dry and her mouth parched. Her breaths came in heavy rasps and the sweat that dampened her brow had started to fall into her eyes. It was far too hot for this--how had she ever thought that sparring in the mid-day heat was a good idea? Oh, that's right, it most likely had something to do with the fact that she had seen Cullen in the training yard at this exact time of day many times before and each time she had admired the way that his sweat drenched tunic had clung and outlined every dip and bulge of muscle. Today though, she had been caught out. The advisor--whom appeared to have the eyes of an eagle--had spotted her hovering discretely in close vicinity to a window and had promptly waved her down to come join him. Only a simpleton would pass up an invite to inspect the man at a closer range.


She regretted it now, though, as the sun beat down on her back and her tunic clung to the lines of her body just as much as his did. He was, of course, the perfect gentleman--eyes never lingering in the places they shouldn't no matter how much she wished they would. And on top of it all, he was smiling. It was nothing more than the lift of one corner of his mouth but gone was the stern expression that she usually found there and replacing it was a softness that she had not thought to ever see from a man that seemed to always have a metaphorical stick up his ass. Could it be, that Cullen actually found sparring with her to be fun? Well, she couldn't have that now, could she. Especially not while he was lazily swinging his sword out in front of him as she mopped the sweat from her brows any eyes with the sleeve of her tunic. No, she thought it high time that she taught her incredibly handsome military advisor just how dirty she could play.


She tapped the toe of her boot three times on the cracked dirt of the training yard to signal the continuation of their spar. He clapsed the hilt of his sword in both hands and with a nod of his head, widened the stance of his legs as she circled him with light steps. He followed her movements, rotating to keep her in his line of sight. It was her grin that caught him off guard, the way that it spread smugly across her lips as she arched an eyebrow at him before he was blinded by the sunlight reflecting off her blade and into his eyes.

She rolled forward and slipped in behind him to smack the flat of her blade against his backside. Cullen arched his back and stumbled forward as she stiffled her giggle while bouncing away from him on the balls of her feet. He whipped around to face her with his forehead scrunched in a frown as he glared at her.


"That was a very cheap shot for a highborn lady," he muttered as he gave his rump a soothing rub.


She winked at him while throwing up one of her twin daggers to spin in the air before catching it. "It appears that all my good breeding has evaporated in this insufferable heat. Oh, and there is also the fact that I loathe losing."


Cullen gave a slight snort and shook his head as his lips twitched with a hidden smile before retaking his stance and raising his sword to her in challenge.

She swung her blades into place and continued her circulation, taking feathered step after feathered step until she saw her opening and launched herself at him. She let loose a dagger in mid-air, the hilt passing through her fingers as it hurtled towards her target. The clang of metal connecting with metal rang throughout the yard as Cullen met her blade with his own in a wide sweep that successfully deterred the path of her dagger. She planted a foot firmly on his thigh and used her own momentum to push off and swing herself around him. Her free arm hooked high around his neck, forcing his face up with her forearm to give better access to his jugular as she wrapped her legs around his waist and placed the edge of her dagger to rest gently against his vulnerable flesh.

"I can give you a nice, close clean shave if you ask me nicely, Ser Cullen," she whispered in his air. He swallowed hard--she could feel his laryngeal bob up and down beneath her arm.


She pushed herself more firmly against his back and again whispered in his ear, "do you yield, Ser?" she asked.


"I yield," he murmured in reply with a stiff nod of his head and a shaky breath.


She unwrapped her legs from around him and let her body slowly slide down his back, perfectly well aware of what she was doing as her hand drifted down his side. He stood stiff and silent as she retrieved her dagger and she suddenly felt a flush of embarrasment spread across her already warm cheeks. What was she thinking, moving against him in such a suggestive manner? Maybe her good breeding really had evaporated in the heat. Maker, she was never going to be able to meet his eyes with her own again.


She moved past him to leave the yard, hands clenched around the hilts of her daggers and head bowed only to be stopped by the clearing of his throat and his rough fingers closing around her wrist. She turned back to him and glanced up to see him rubbing the back of his neck with a large hand.


"Same time tomorrow?" he asked.


She bit down on her lower lip to stop the spread of her smile and nodded demurely--her ladylike mannerisms finally making themselves known after a long absence. He let loose her wrist, brushing a finger over her pulse point and for the first time in her life, her heart gave a small flutter.

DAAMMMNNN! *fans self* 

[BioFan (Official)]

I wrote a bit of Cullen/Inquisitor bonding. I'm not really used to writing scenes involving sword play, but I tried.

Spoiler

Her lips were dry and her mouth parched. Her breaths came in heavy rasps and the sweat that dampened her brow had started to fall into her eyes. It was far too hot for this--how had she ever thought that sparring in the mid-day heat was a good idea? Oh, that's right, it most likely had something to do with the fact that she had seen Cullen in the training yard at this exact time of day many times before and each time she had admired the way that his sweat drenched tunic had clung and outlined every dip and bulge of muscle. Today though, she had been caught out. The advisor--whom appeared to have the eyes of an eagle--had spotted her hovering discretely in close vicinity to a window and had promptly waved her down to come join him. Only a simpleton would pass up an invite to inspect the man at a closer range.


She regretted it now, though, as the sun beat down on her back and her tunic clung to the lines of her body just as much as his did. He was, of course, the perfect gentleman--eyes never lingering in the places they shouldn't no matter how much she wished they would. And on top of it all, he was smiling. It was nothing more than the lift of one corner of his mouth but gone was the stern expression that she usually found there and replacing it was a softness that she had not thought to ever see from a man that seemed to always have a metaphorical stick up his ass. Could it be, that Cullen actually found sparring with her to be fun? Well, she couldn't have that now, could she. Especially not while he was lazily swinging his sword out in front of him as she mopped the sweat from her brows any eyes with the sleeve of her tunic. No, she thought it high time that she taught her incredibly handsome military advisor just how dirty she could play.


She tapped the toe of her boot three times on the cracked dirt of the training yard to signal the continuation of their spar. He clapsed the hilt of his sword in both hands and with a nod of his head, widened the stance of his legs as she circled him with light steps. He followed her movements, rotating to keep her in his line of sight. It was her grin that caught him off guard, the way that it spread smugly across her lips as she arched an eyebrow at him before he was blinded by the sunlight reflecting off her blade and into his eyes.

She rolled forward and slipped in behind him to smack the flat of her blade against his backside. Cullen arched his back and stumbled forward as she stiffled her giggle while bouncing away from him on the balls of her feet. He whipped around to face her with his forehead scrunched in a frown as he glared at her.


"That was a very cheap shot for a highborn lady," he muttered as he gave his rump a soothing rub.


She winked at him while throwing up one of her twin daggers to spin in the air before catching it. "It appears that all my good breeding has evaporated in this insufferable heat. Oh, and there is also the fact that I loathe losing."


Cullen gave a slight snort and shook his head as his lips twitched with a hidden smile before retaking his stance and raising his sword to her in challenge.

She swung her blades into place and continued her circulation, taking feathered step after feathered step until she saw her opening and launched herself at him. She let loose a dagger in mid-air, the hilt passing through her fingers as it hurtled towards her target. The clang of metal connecting with metal rang throughout the yard as Cullen met her blade with his own in a wide sweep that successfully deterred the path of her dagger. She planted a foot firmly on his thigh and used her own momentum to push off and swing herself around him. Her free arm hooked high around his neck, forcing his face up with her forearm to give better access to his jugular as she wrapped her legs around his waist and placed the edge of her dagger to rest gently against his vulnerable flesh.

"I can give you a nice, close clean shave if you ask me nicely, Ser Cullen," she whispered in his air. He swallowed hard--she could feel his laryngeal bob up and down beneath her arm.


She pushed herself more firmly against his back and again whispered in his ear, "do you yield, Ser?" she asked.


"I yield," he murmured in reply with a stiff nod of his head and a shaky breath.


She unwrapped her legs from around him and let her body slowly slide down his back, perfectly well aware of what she was doing as her hand drifted down his side. He stood stiff and silent as she retrieved her dagger and she suddenly felt a flush of embarrasment spread across her already warm cheeks. What was she thinking, moving against him in such a suggestive manner? Maybe her good breeding really had evaporated in the heat. Maker, she was never going to be able to meet his eyes with her own again.


She moved past him to leave the yard, hands clenched around the hilts of her daggers and head bowed only to be stopped by the clearing of his throat and his rough fingers closing around her wrist. She turned back to him and glanced up to see him rubbing the back of his neck with a large hand.


"Same time tomorrow?" he asked.


She bit down on her lower lip to stop the spread of her smile and nodded demurely--her ladylike mannerisms finally making themselves known after a long absence. He let loose her wrist, brushing a finger over her pulse point and for the first time in her life, her heart gave a small flutter.

 

A smack on the bump with a sword? I like her style lol. 

[Caja]

I wrote a bit of Cullen/Inquisitor bonding. I'm not really used to writing scenes involving sword play, but I tried.

Spoiler

Her lips were dry and her mouth parched. Her breaths came in heavy rasps and the sweat that dampened her brow had started to fall into her eyes. It was far too hot for this--how had she ever thought that sparring in the mid-day heat was a good idea? Oh, that's right, it most likely had something to do with the fact that she had seen Cullen in the training yard at this exact time of day many times before and each time she had admired the way that his sweat drenched tunic had clung and outlined every dip and bulge of muscle. Today though, she had been caught out. The advisor--whom appeared to have the eyes of an eagle--had spotted her hovering discretely in close vicinity to a window and had promptly waved her down to come join him. Only a simpleton would pass up an invite to inspect the man at a closer range.


She regretted it now, though, as the sun beat down on her back and her tunic clung to the lines of her body just as much as his did. He was, of course, the perfect gentleman--eyes never lingering in the places they shouldn't no matter how much she wished they would. And on top of it all, he was smiling. It was nothing more than the lift of one corner of his mouth but gone was the stern expression that she usually found there and replacing it was a softness that she had not thought to ever see from a man that seemed to always have a metaphorical stick up his ass. Could it be, that Cullen actually found sparring with her to be fun? Well, she couldn't have that now, could she. Especially not while he was lazily swinging his sword out in front of him as she mopped the sweat from her brows any eyes with the sleeve of her tunic. No, she thought it high time that she taught her incredibly handsome military advisor just how dirty she could play.


She tapped the toe of her boot three times on the cracked dirt of the training yard to signal the continuation of their spar. He clapsed the hilt of his sword in both hands and with a nod of his head, widened the stance of his legs as she circled him with light steps. He followed her movements, rotating to keep her in his line of sight. It was her grin that caught him off guard, the way that it spread smugly across her lips as she arched an eyebrow at him before he was blinded by the sunlight reflecting off her blade and into his eyes.

She rolled forward and slipped in behind him to smack the flat of her blade against his backside. Cullen arched his back and stumbled forward as she stiffled her giggle while bouncing away from him on the balls of her feet. He whipped around to face her with his forehead scrunched in a frown as he glared at her.


"That was a very cheap shot for a highborn lady," he muttered as he gave his rump a soothing rub.


She winked at him while throwing up one of her twin daggers to spin in the air before catching it. "It appears that all my good breeding has evaporated in this insufferable heat. Oh, and there is also the fact that I loathe losing."


Cullen gave a slight snort and shook his head as his lips twitched with a hidden smile before retaking his stance and raising his sword to her in challenge.

She swung her blades into place and continued her circulation, taking feathered step after feathered step until she saw her opening and launched herself at him. She let loose a dagger in mid-air, the hilt passing through her fingers as it hurtled towards her target. The clang of metal connecting with metal rang throughout the yard as Cullen met her blade with his own in a wide sweep that successfully deterred the path of her dagger. She planted a foot firmly on his thigh and used her own momentum to push off and swing herself around him. Her free arm hooked high around his neck, forcing his face up with her forearm to give better access to his jugular as she wrapped her legs around his waist and placed the edge of her dagger to rest gently against his vulnerable flesh.

"I can give you a nice, close clean shave if you ask me nicely, Ser Cullen," she whispered in his air. He swallowed hard--she could feel his laryngeal bob up and down beneath her arm.


She pushed herself more firmly against his back and again whispered in his ear, "do you yield, Ser?" she asked.


"I yield," he murmured in reply with a stiff nod of his head and a shaky breath.


She unwrapped her legs from around him and let her body slowly slide down his back, perfectly well aware of what she was doing as her hand drifted down his side. He stood stiff and silent as she retrieved her dagger and she suddenly felt a flush of embarrasment spread across her already warm cheeks. What was she thinking, moving against him in such a suggestive manner? Maybe her good breeding really had evaporated in the heat. Maker, she was never going to be able to meet his eyes with her own again.


She moved past him to leave the yard, hands clenched around the hilts of her daggers and head bowed only to be stopped by the clearing of his throat and his rough fingers closing around her wrist. She turned back to him and glanced up to see him rubbing the back of his neck with a large hand.


"Same time tomorrow?" he asked.


She bit down on her lower lip to stop the spread of her smile and nodded demurely--her ladylike mannerisms finally making themselves known after a long absence. He let loose her wrist, brushing a finger over her pulse point and for the first time in her life, her heart gave a small flutter.

LOL. I've read the first line and my mind was in immediately in the gutter.

[BioFan (Official)]

LOL. I've read the first line and my mind was in immediately in the gutter.

 

You're not alone. 

[Boomshakalakalakaboom]

Lol, you guys crack me up! I love this thread and all the brilliant people in it!

And now I'm going to stumble to bed because it's 2am and my eyes are going to fall from my sockets soon.

Night everyone.

[BioFan (Official)]

So I've been thinking. These videos coming out, maybe they will demonstrate how advisers function in the Inquisition. Or maybe how distribution our forces for battle will work. Either way, THERE WILL BE CULLEN. 

[Lorien19]

That's alooot of ruffles!Oh well,when in Orlais...

[Hellion Rex]

@AarynFlynn: Looking forward to all the Dragon Age fans being serenaded by the dulcet tones of @JasonTBarlow in the combat video today!

[Potato Cat]

I don't know what everyone's saying! I love the extravagant Orlesian fashions! I wish I could be as swanky.