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[R2s Muse]

LOL! OMG, Cullen's mustache is glorious!  Did you guys see his comments on it?
 
COMMANDER CULLEN
52 MINUTE(S) AGO

In light of such generosity, I should offer proof of progress. Maker, there are two weeks left... perhaps it will get better…
 

(because you can't see the pic too many times)
 
http://ca.movember.c...ospace/11423325
 
edit: And Leliana's response. LOL!
 


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FROM
SISTER NIGHTINGALE

 Well, this was one bet I didn't expect to lose. Now that your point's been made, when will you shave that frightful thing off? You're scaring Harding and Cole.

[Sephirona]

Donation received 54 minute(s) ago

$50

from Sister Nightingale

"Well, this was one bet I didn't expect to lose. Now that your point's been made, when will you shave that frightful thing off? You're scaring Harding and Cole."

 

LELIANA...

[alwayshungry]

LOL! OMG, Cullen's mustache is glorious!  Did you guys see his comments on it?
 
COMMANDER CULLEN
52 MINUTE(S) AGO

In light of such generosity, I should offer proof of progress. Maker, there are two weeks left... perhaps it will get better…

 

(because you can't see the pic too many times)

 

http://ca.movember.c...ospace/11423325

Leliana's comment is great too! 

edit: ninja 'd!

 

 

Well, this was one bet I didn't expect to lose. Now that your point's been made, when will you shave that frightful thing off? You're scaring Harding and Cole.

[sunbean]

Oh Leli...

Stroud would be proud of that 'stache.

[Chrys]

I love this, even though I hate mustaches xD

[Lorien19]

LOL! OMG, Cullen's mustache is glorious! Did you guys see his comments on it?

COMMANDER CULLEN
52 MINUTE(S) AGO

In light of such generosity, I should offer proof of progress. Maker, there are two weeks left... perhaps it will get better…


(because you can't see the pic too many times)

http://ca.movember.c...ospace/11423325

edit: And Leliana's response. LOL!



DONATION RECEIVED
47 MINUTE(S) AGO
$50

FROM
SISTER NIGHTINGALE

Well, this was one bet I didn't expect to lose. Now that your point's been made, when will you shave that frightful thing off? You're scaring Harding and Cole.

This glorious!!!!And I don't even like mustaches!

[MacyNell]

LOL! OMG, Cullen's mustache is glorious!  Did you guys see his comments on it?
 
COMMANDER CULLEN
52 MINUTE(S) AGO

In light of such generosity, I should offer proof of progress. Maker, there are two weeks left... perhaps it will get better…
 

(because you can't see the pic too many times)
 
http://ca.movember.c...ospace/11423325
 
edit: And Leliana's response. LOL!
 


DONATION RECEIVED
47 MINUTE(S) AGO
$50

FROM
SISTER NIGHTINGALE

 Well, this was one bet I didn't expect to lose. Now that your point's been made, when will you shave that frightful thing off? You're scaring Harding and Cole.

 

Stuff like this is one of the reasons I love BioWare.  It's awesome.  And Cullen looks so precious.    I'd like to find out if that mustache tickles! 

[Lorien19]

It appears as if the official love theme is up http://merrill.co.vu/post/102627127700

Breath taking!Many kudos to Trevor Morris!

[sunbean]

Stuff like this is one of the reasons I love BioWare.  It's awesome.  And Cullen looks so precious.    I'd like to find out if that mustache tickles! 

 

 

Spoiler

wow it's very comfortable in this gutter

[MacyNell]

 

Spoiler

wow it's very comfortable in this gutter

 

For science. I meant for science! 

[Hellion Rex]

[fanfic_iarly]

Hello!

 

Another one bites the dust! I mean... only 4 days!! 4 days people!!! WOW!!!

 

But I keep writing! Go here and read what happens when I add Varric to the previous mix, lol!

 

See ya around!

[alwayshungry]

David Gaider ‏@davidgaider 

Just a few more days until Inquisition releases and my face melts off from exposure to the Ark.

 

sebastianhanlon ‏@hanlsp 

@davidgaider I told you not to open the lid on the Cullen forum, but noooooo, you had to go there

[sunbean]

The Reaver ability is awesome. *_*

[riverbanks]

 

David Gaider ‏@davidgaider 

Just a few more days until Inquisition releases and my face melts off from exposure to the Ark.

 

sebastianhanlon ‏@hanlsp 

@davidgaider I told you not to open the lid on the Cullen forum, but noooooo, you had to go there

 

 

Damn right, opening this thread melts your face because we irradiate too much awesome.

[Hellion Rex]

Re: the new specialization vid, we have compiled all specialization talents and spells here:

 

http://imgur.com/a/7CBLr

[Lady Artifice]

Re: the new specialization vid, we have compiled all specialization talents and spells here:

 

http://imgur.com/a/7CBLr

 

 

It's so beautiful...

[Lady Artifice]

I love specializations so much...All the specializations.

 

Gameplay and story integration... *sigh*

 

 

This game is just going to be so good.

[timebean]

Early chapter in the Ciara and Cullen saga!  Minor spoilers if you have not scene any of the prologue stuff in game.  Enjoy!!!!

 

Spoiler

Cullen paced in the small room.

His arm was sore, though the healer had done an excellent job digging the arrow out of his shoulder and knitting the skin back together. It was supposedly healed, but between the sleepless nights and hectic days that followed, the dull ache was still present. The loss of so many good men in the pass still troubled him, though, as Cassandra was quick to point out, they had already recruited many new men to replace them.

In fact, recruits were practically lining up outside the door.

The closing of the breach had been a remarkable sight. He and his men were stationed at the far end of the valley, so they were not direct witnesses to the event. Still, the entire village had seen the green tear in the sky miraculously close, the loud boom that accompanied it echoing throughout the valley. The cheers that followed were just as loud, though Cullen had not joined the others in their revelry. He had been too busy aiding his fallen comrades.

The green cloud still lingered, casting its sickly shadow over Haven. Cullen knew they were far from safe.

The mage responsible had finally woken up. News of what happened had spread throughout Haven and the people were already calling her the Herald of Andraste. Leliana and her agents had been steadily working that angle to garner support and gather more men for their recently formed organization. Cullen wasn’t sure how he felt about such blatant propaganda, but he couldn’t argue with the results.

The Inquisition, reformed.

Cullen had nailed the proclamation to the door of the Chantry himself, surrounded by murmurs of dissent and awe. He felt something strange in that moment. He realized that the Templar order was, in a sense, the descendent of the Inquisition of old. It seemed some sort of cruel jest that someone so recently disenchanted by the Templar order was now a co-founder of the very group in which it originated.

He had a moment of revelation when Cassandra first informed him of her plan. He felt as if destiny were opening up to him, as if the Maker had finally lead him to his true calling.

Once that feeling passed, however, he was left with the true prospect of their ambitions.

This would be no easy task..

Cassandra had convened a meeting to formally accept the mage into the Inquisition. Cullen had his doubts about her, still not completely convinced that she was not somehow responsible for it all in the first place. But both Cassandra and Leliana seemed assuaged by the mage’s story. He would reserve his judgment on the matter until he had a chance to speak with her himself.

Cullen rubbed the back of his head, continuing to pace.

Josephine walked in, the smell of jasmine and candlewax altering him to her presence. “Are you nervous, Commander?”

Cullen stopped pacing. “Hardly. I have met the woman already.”

“I would hardly call barking at her in the midst of battle a proper meeting, Commander.” Leliana’s voice drifted in through doorway.

Cullen straightened his shoulders as she entered, slightly offended at her remark. “I did not ‘bark’ at her. I merely made it clear that if my men were being slaughtered for nothing, I would see to it that she pay for it. I still hold to that conviction.”

Leliana raised an eyebrow at that. “You are not convinced of her innocence?”

Cullen shrugged. “I am not the one who questioned her.”

Leliana’s eyes darkened. “I believe, Commander, that I am fully capable of making such decisions. I am no stranger to deceit. She is innocent.”

Josephine nodded in agreement. “Though I have not spoken to her directly, I have reviewed the same report as you, Commander. The account, while unbelievable, has the ring of truth to it. Our own Seeker was there and beheld the vision at the rift. Surely you do not believe that Leliana or Cassandra would jeopardize our position by allowing a viper in our midst.”

Cullen almost growled. “No…just a mage.”

Leliana crossed her arms, looking at him angrily. “Oh? What a pity, Commander. I thought perhaps you had outgrown you youthful prejudices.”

Cullen looked at her sharply, his cheeks coloring. He knew her reference went beyond his ties to the Templars. She had been very vocal regarding her distrust of him when Cassandra recruited him. At first, he could not understand why, until he found out that she had been one of Surana’s companions during the Blight. She no doubt knew the terrible things he said to the Warden at their last meeting, though Leliana had not been present herself. Although she had finally accepted him, even eventually going as far as to apologize to him for her own prejudices, he knew she still harbored some anger against him on Surana’s behalf.

In truth, he could not blame Leliana. He had spent many years regretting his cruelty to that particular mage, the last words he spoke to her often playing through his mind.

Cullen decided not to respond. He did not wish to reopen any old wounds, for either of them. Surana was dead, and he had closed the door on that part of his life long ago. He would not try to justify himself to anyone, least of all someone who was with her when she died. He did not think he would come out of such an exchange on the winning side.

The door opened. Cassandra entered first followed by the mage.

She wore a simple robe of pale grey with red satin belt that draped across both hips and crisscrossed on her lower waist. Her staff was made from dark cherry wood, almost black, embossed with inlays of what appeared to be ebony. It was shorter than a typical mage’s staff, fitting neatly in a black scabbard at her side…almost as one would carry a long sword. The top of the staff had been carved into the head of a bird, two pale blue stones inset into the eyes. Cullen found the image slightly disturbing.

Cullen looked at her closely. She was tall and slender, her arms appearing at first a little too long for her body. She had long chestnut hair that reached almost to her elbows, braided loosely and draped across one arm to lay against her chest. Her eyebrows were thick, but feminine, and her skin was fair without being pale. She had rather angular features, a sharp jawline and a long, slender nose, but her cheekbones were high and curved and her lips were full, her bottom lip slightly thicker than the upper one.

She carried herself in a rather proud manner, her shoulders back and her head held high, her chin slightly lifted. She did not fidget or shift as she was being introduced. Instead, she kept her hands calmly at her sides, turning her head slowly and nodding slightly to each of them in turn.

“Ciara, I would like you to meet Commander Cullen, leader of our forces here in Ferelden.” When she turned towards him, Cullen noticed that although her eyes were rather small and unremarkable, her gaze was very direct. Her eyes were grey, the color of the sky before a storm, but and had a cool quality to them that Cullen did not like at first.

She nodded to him, her eyes betraying nothing.

He spoke. “Such as they are. We lost many men in the valley, and I fear more before this is over.”

He expected some kind of response, a flicker of recognition. Instead, those grey eyes simply stared back at him impassively. He found it rather unnerving and was a little offended that she offered no words to acknowledge what he said.

He studied her just as she studied him. It struck him that her cool eyes were like a lake frozen over in winter. He wondered fleetingly what depths might lie beneath such eyes and what rare adventurer would risk the ice breaking beneath their feet to find out.

Cullen had never been one to take foolish risks. He found that he did not care much the mage.

After the introductions were made, they began discussing their next move. Leliana and Cassandra were both in agreement that they needed power for the mark and should approach the rebel mages for support. When Cullen disagreed, citing his own experience as Templar, he finally heard her speak.

“You are a Templar?” Her voice held no emotion, as far as he could tell, yet it seemed like the temperature in the room dropped by a few degrees.

Cassandra answered for him. “Commander Cullen was the Knight Commander in Kirkwall before being recruited into the Inquisition. He was in charge of restoring order there after the mage rebellion and has excellent military and tactical skills.”

He looked at her as she processed the new information, eager to see any signs of her disdain and preparing himself for her censure. Instead, he was surprised when she merely listened and then responded calmly, “I see.”

Cullen did not know what to think of her.

Cassandra explained that the common people were already referring to her as the Herald of Andraste. When she did not respond, he spoke up, determined to get some sort of reaction from her. “That is quite the title. How do you feel about that?”

She turned her head towards him slowly, he eyebrows creasing down in what he assumed was disdain, although it was hard to be certain. “I have never been affected by the names bestowed on me by others, Commander. I am no Herald, as far as I know.”

He smiled slightly at that, surprised by her answer. “I am sure the Chantry would agree.”

She did not return his smile. “Do they intend to attack?”

“With what? They have only words at their disposal. And, as you say, words can do little.”

Josephine spoke up. “Yet they may bury us with them. We must act swiftly.”

While Leliana and the others discussed gathering Chantry support, Cullen watched the mage closely. Her face remained impassive, her hands never leaving her sides. Cullen was not sure how serious or even how engaged she was with anything that was happening. Her face was as stoic as a soldier in file, betraying nothing. He found it frustrating.

The others had stopped talking, waiting for her response.

She leaned down over the table, taking her time. She spoke without looking up at them. “I am no tactician, but it seems like your agents are already in position to defend the refugee camp. Send them a message to do so and I can travel there and seek out this Mother Giselle.” She stood, a slight dimple appearing in her cheek. Cullen realized it was the beginnings of smile, though it did not reach her eyes. “I am not sure how happy she will be do parlay with a mage, but then again, when is anyone?” She did not look at Cullen when she said this, but he had a sense she was watching him nonetheless.

Cassandra spoke up. “She may be more receptive than you expect, given her circumstances.”

Ciara’s dimple remained. “Yes…desperation may do much of our work for us.”

Cullen was somewhat surprised by the coolness of her tone. Perhaps he had underestimated her.

A dangerous thing to do, when a mage was involved.

[sunbean]

Early chapter in the Ciara and Cullen saga!  Minor spoilers if you have not scene any of the prologue stuff in game.  Enjoy!!!!

 

Spoiler

Cullen paced in the small room.

His arm was sore, though the healer had done an excellent job digging the arrow out of his shoulder and knitting the skin back together. It was supposedly healed, but between the sleepless nights and hectic days that followed, the dull ache was still present. The loss of so many good men in the pass still troubled him, though, as Cassandra was quick to point out, they had already recruited many new men to replace them.

In fact, recruits were practically lining up outside the door.

The closing of the breach had been a remarkable sight. He and his men were stationed at the far end of the valley, so they were not direct witnesses to the event. Still, the entire village had seen the green tear in the sky miraculously close, the loud boom that accompanied it echoing throughout the valley. The cheers that followed were just as loud, though Cullen had not joined the others in their revelry. He had been too busy aiding his fallen comrades.

The green cloud still lingered, casting its sickly shadow over Haven. Cullen knew they were far from safe.

The mage responsible had finally woken up. News of what happened had spread throughout Haven and the people were already calling her the Herald of Andraste. Leliana and her agents had been steadily working that angle to garner support and gather more men for their recently formed organization. Cullen wasn’t sure how he felt about such blatant propaganda, but he couldn’t argue with the results.

The Inquisition, reformed.

Cullen had nailed the proclamation to the door of the Chantry himself, surrounded by murmurs of dissent and awe. He felt something strange in that moment. He realized that the Templar order was, in a sense, the descendent of the Inquisition of old. It seemed some sort of cruel jest that someone so recently disenchanted by the Templar order was now a co-founder of the very group in which it originated.

He had a moment of revelation when Cassandra first informed him of her plan. He felt as if destiny were opening up to him, as if the Maker had finally lead him to his true calling.

Once that feeling passed, however, he was left with the true prospect of their ambitions.

This would be no easy task..

Cassandra had convened a meeting to formally accept the mage into the Inquisition. Cullen had his doubts about her, still not completely convinced that she was not somehow responsible for it all in the first place. But both Cassandra and Leliana seemed assuaged by the mage’s story. He would reserve his judgment on the matter until he had a chance to speak with her himself.

Cullen rubbed the back of his head, continuing to pace.

Josephine walked in, the smell of jasmine and candlewax altering him to her presence. “Are you nervous, Commander?”

Cullen stopped pacing. “Hardly. I have met the woman already.”

“I would hardly call barking at her in the midst of battle a proper meeting, Commander.” Leliana’s voice drifted in through doorway.

Cullen straightened his shoulders as she entered, slightly offended at her remark. “I did not ‘bark’ at her. I merely made it clear that if my men were being slaughtered for nothing, I would see to it that she pay for it. I still hold to that conviction.”

Leliana raised an eyebrow at that. “You are not convinced of her innocence?”

Cullen shrugged. “I am not the one who questioned her.”

Leliana’s eyes darkened. “I believe, Commander, that I am fully capable of making such decisions. I am no stranger to deceit. She is innocent.”

Josephine nodded in agreement. “Though I have not spoken to her directly, I have reviewed the same report as you, Commander. The account, while unbelievable, has the ring of truth to it. Our own Seeker was there and beheld the vision at the rift. Surely you do not believe that Leliana or Cassandra would jeopardize our position by allowing a viper in our midst.”

Cullen almost growled. “No…just a mage.”

Leliana crossed her arms, looking at him angrily. “Oh? What a pity, Commander. I thought perhaps you had outgrown you youthful prejudices.”

Cullen looked at her sharply, his cheeks coloring. He knew her reference went beyond his ties to the Templars. She had been very vocal regarding her distrust of him when Cassandra recruited him. At first, he could not understand why, until he found out that she had been one of Surana’s companions during the Blight. She no doubt knew the terrible things he said to the Warden at their last meeting, though Leliana had not been present herself. Although she had finally accepted him, even eventually going as far as to apologize to him for her own prejudices, he knew she still harbored some anger against him on Surana’s behalf.

In truth, he could not blame Leliana. He had spent many years regretting his cruelty to that particular mage, the last words he spoke to her often playing through his mind.

Cullen decided not to respond. He did not wish to reopen any old wounds, for either of them. Surana was dead, and he had closed the door on that part of his life long ago. He would not try to justify himself to anyone, least of all someone who was with her when she died. He did not think he would come out of such an exchange on the winning side.

The door opened. Cassandra entered first followed by the mage.

She wore a simple robe of pale grey with red satin belt that draped across both hips and crisscrossed on her lower waist. Her staff was made from dark cherry wood, almost black, embossed with inlays of what appeared to be ebony. It was shorter than a typical mage’s staff, fitting neatly in a black scabbard at her side…almost as one would carry a long sword. The top of the staff had been carved into the head of a bird, two pale blue stones inset into the eyes. Cullen found the image slightly disturbing.

Cullen looked at her closely. She was tall and slender, her arms appearing at first a little too long for her body. She had long chestnut hair that reached almost to her elbows, braided loosely and draped across one arm to lay against her chest. Her eyebrows were thick, but feminine, and her skin was fair without being pale. She had rather angular features, a sharp jawline and a long, slender nose, but her cheekbones were high and curved and her lips were full, her bottom lip slightly thicker than the upper one.

She carried herself in a rather proud manner, her shoulders back and her head held high, her chin slightly lifted. She did not fidget or shift as she was being introduced. Instead, she kept her hands calmly at her sides, turning her head slowly and nodding slightly to each of them in turn.

“Ciara, I would like you to meet Commander Cullen, leader of our forces here in Ferelden.” When she turned towards him, Cullen noticed that although her eyes were rather small and unremarkable, her gaze was very direct. Her eyes were grey, the color of the sky before a storm, but and had a cool quality to them that Cullen did not like at first.

She nodded to him, her eyes betraying nothing.

He spoke. “Such as they are. We lost many men in the valley, and I fear more before this is over.”

He expected some kind of response, a flicker of recognition. Instead, those grey eyes simply stared back at him impassively. He found it rather unnerving and was a little offended that she offered no words to acknowledge what he said.

He studied her just as she studied him. It struck him that her cool eyes were like a lake frozen over in winter. He wondered fleetingly what depths might lie beneath such eyes and what rare adventurer would risk the ice breaking beneath their feet to find out.

Cullen had never been one to take foolish risks. He found that he did not care much the mage.

After the introductions were made, they began discussing their next move. Leliana and Cassandra were both in agreement that they needed power for the mark and should approach the rebel mages for support. When Cullen disagreed, citing his own experience as Templar, he finally heard her speak.

“You are a Templar?” Her voice held no emotion, as far as he could tell, yet it seemed like the temperature in the room dropped by a few degrees.

Cassandra answered for him. “Commander Cullen was the Knight Commander in Kirkwall before being recruited into the Inquisition. He was in charge of restoring order there after the mage rebellion and has excellent military and tactical skills.”

He looked at her as she processed the new information, eager to see any signs of her disdain and preparing himself for her censure. Instead, he was surprised when she merely listened and then responded calmly, “I see.”

Cullen did not know what to think of her.

Cassandra explained that the common people were already referring to her as the Herald of Andraste. When she did not respond, he spoke up, determined to get some sort of reaction from her. “That is quite the title. How do you feel about that?”

She turned her head towards him slowly, he eyebrows creasing down in what he assumed was disdain, although it was hard to be certain. “I have never been affected by the names bestowed on me by others, Commander. I am no Herald, as far as I know.”

He smiled slightly at that, surprised by her answer. “I am sure the Chantry would agree.”

She did not return his smile. “Do they intend to attack?”

“With what? They have only words at their disposal. And, as you say, words can do little.”

Josephine spoke up. “Yet they may bury us with them. We must act swiftly.”

While Leliana and the others discussed gathering Chantry support, Cullen watched the mage closely. Her face remained impassive, her hands never leaving her sides. Cullen was not sure how serious or even how engaged she was with anything that was happening. Her face was as stoic as a soldier in file, betraying nothing. He found it frustrating.

The others had stopped talking, waiting for her response.

She leaned down over the table, taking her time. She spoke without looking up at them. “I am no tactician, but it seems like your agents are already in position to defend the refugee camp. Send them a message to do so and I can travel there and seek out this Mother Giselle.” She stood, a slight dimple appearing in her cheek. Cullen realized it was the beginnings of smile, though it did not reach her eyes. “I am not sure how happy she will be do parlay with a mage, but then again, when is anyone?” She did not look at Cullen when she said this, but he had a sense she was watching him nonetheless.

Cassandra spoke up. “She may be more receptive than you expect, given her circumstances.”

Ciara’s dimple remained. “Yes…desperation may do much of our work for us.”

Cullen was somewhat surprised by the coolness of her tone. Perhaps he had underestimated her.

A dangerous thing to do, when a mage was involved.

 

Great one! Your fics are always so good, omg. 

[timebean]

I really hated Duncan when I first started playing DA and I hated being Grey Warden as well. I was actually happy when he died ^^; I have mellowed down my opinion lot of him during years but he definitely is not my favorite. I don't really like the whole policy of "no help without profit to us!" -attitude that GW's seem to have, well except hero of the Ferelden who is supposed to help everyone around Ferelden ^^;

I felt the exact same way!! I have clip from an old thing I wrote a long time ago to sum up how my warden felt, many years after the Blight.

 

Spoiler

Alistair continued pacing. “But why? Why can’t you go to Antiva or Orlais? There are plenty of places on this continent to escape to. And if you must leave Thedas, then go north to the Qunari! At least you might have chance of doing more than drowning or dying of thirst in an endless ocean! But I guess that’s what you want isn’t it? You want to finish what the archdemon couldn’t.”

“It’s not death I seek Alistair. The blood hasn’t taken me in years, not since I killed the archdemon. That was my final piece of business here, and I should have left as soon as I finished it. I don’t want to spend my days waiting to die in the Deep Roads, waiting for the taint to claim me. I want to live my own life, somewhere where the Wardens cannot find me. Somewhere without darkspawn. This land is full of blood, and I am done with blood.”

Alistair was desperate. “But what about the people of Ferelden? They love you, almost worship you. Won’t you stay for them?”

Elissa rose, the sudden rage in her face startling him. “Do you think I give a **** about Ferelden? This place has taken everything I have ever loved. It took my family, my husband, my ****** dog! It even took you. You are the one married to Ferelden, to the Grey Wardens. Not me.”

Alistair felt as if she’d slapped him again. “If that is true, then why did you do it? Any of it? Why did you become a Grey Warden? Why did you fight and do everything in your power to save it?”

Elissa turned from him, tears burning her eyes. “I became a Grey Warden because it was forced upon me, Alistair. You were the one who loved it so damned much."

[timebean]

Great one! Your fics are always so good, omg. 

Awwww thanks!  It's all rather corny, but I figure...why not?  That's what I like!

[Mrs_Stick]

Coming out of black out to say 3 MORE DAYS TILL CULLEN!!! Well after today of course.

[timebean]

Coming out of black out to say 3 MORE DAYS TILL CULLEN!!! Well after today of course.

WE MISSED YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!