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[MayriyaNoori]

 

So, here is the Gremlin Rock concert and some LyriArt development. 

 

Spoiler

Bor’assan was beginning to worry this party was getting out of hand. 

 

Big Bo, as they called him, hated parties to begin with. Too much noise and pointless chatter. He’d only offered to host it, because ‘Din Junior had asked him in front of everyone, and as a nerd and the only Qunari kid in school, he couldn’t afford to say no to the popular guys.

 

He knew he’d made a huge mistake as soon as ‘Din Junior brought some deep mushroom for everyone, and Al set off to spike the punch. Now the floor was covered in empty solo cups, and the air was thick with deep mushroom smoke. It made his eyes tear up and his horns itch. On top of that, Lyria had chosen this very party for the debut concert of her Gremlin Rock band “The Mighty Fade Butts”, and the loud Dalish music was giving him a headache. 

 

At least he was lucky that mom Ghilly was travelling for a biology conference, otherwise she’d be livid about the ruined carpet. Mom Andruil, on the other hand, had been more than happy to help him set things up. Like all the parents, except for Fen’Harel, of course, she somewhat liked Gremlin Rock. 

 

He watched as everyone gathered and cheered loudly for Lyria’s final guitar solo. To his surprise, she was mostly on key, even if she didn’t sync up with the drums very well. Everyone else was probably too drunk to notice. Instead, their gazes were drawn to her shiny kneefaces, which had the Gremlin Rock logo painted on them as a vallaslin design, and moved in rhythm with the drums.  

 

“Quite the statement, aren’t they?” he heard a hollow voice and felt a shadow creep up behind him. “One of my boldest ideas.”

 

“Oh, hi there, Art,” he greeted. He was glad to finally be in the company of at least one other person who wasn’t drinking. “They’re… colorful.”

 

“I took a bit of a risk with the extra glitter, but I think it paid off.”

 

“She seemed very happy with it.” 

 

“Hey, listen, Big Bo, you and Lyria are pretty tight, correct?”

 

“We’re good friends,” replied Bo. Lyria was crazy, but as Fen’Harel’s daughter, she knew what it was like to struggle to be popular. 

 

“Do you know if she’s been with a lot of guys?”

 

“I wouldn’t say a lot. But she’s experienced”

 

“What’s her type?”

 

Big Bo turned and looked at the shadow, surprised. “You want to tap that?” Why was he always last to notice these things?

 

“Yes, but I’m really not cool with being summoned. Mom’s got some horrible stories from her past life. Dad made these contraptions, but Lyr doesn’t seem very much into the idea. So I asked her dad, since he’s a Dreamer, and he showed me how to take the shape of an elf in the Fade. But now I don’t know the kind of looks she would like.”

 

“Why don’t you ask her?”

 

“I want it to be a surprise.”

 

The solo ended on a final screeching note, the sound of which drowned in the drunken ovations of the audience. The vocalist all but hugged the mic with his lips as he said in a raspy voice. “Thank you, falons. May the Dread Wolf never catch your scent.”

 

Lyria looked at the shadow, grinning, and Bo sensed a hollow clap, which resonated in his mind instead of his ears. 

 

It was hard to tell her preferences. From Dalish guys to Al, her taste seemed fairly random and not very selective. 

 

Except for one thing.

 

“I think you should have long, thick hair. She really digs that.”

 

Your turn, Mayriya

 

Okay, my turn.

 

Hair Date

 

Spoiler

 

Art pushed his mother's hand away from his hair as she tried to arrange it. He couldn't have a single thing go wrong in this Fade date, especially since this would be the first time Lyria would see him with an elf body.

 

"Are you sure you want this hair? With the features you chose it would look much better as-" Wisdom tried to advise her son, but Art wouldn't hear it.

 

"No! Big Bo said Lyria likes this kind of hair."

 

And hair it was indeed. A dark, thick mess that went down in between his shoulders. He liked it, but the only problem was that every time he thought about Lyria another inch or two would grow on. Art also couldn't see what the problem was, he thought it went fine with his features. The instructions from Solas on constructing an elf body in the Fade were good, but a bit modern and too specific for his own taste. Art had taken the liberty to make small tweaks and made himself look more like an ancient elf like his father. And most ancient elves looked like his father so surely it was general enough to look good.

 

"Alright, sweety. Why don't you let me braid it for you?"

 

"I said no, Mom!"

 

"You're right, maybe let her braid it instead. Well, have fun, I won't be far in case the Fade does anything weird." Wisdom planted a motherly kiss on her son's cheek before turning into her wispy form and fading out.

 

Art look around the setting he had chosen. An open field giving the view of as much sky as possible. He thought maybe if they got bored he could show her how to paint clouds or something in the Fade, but the longer he sat waiting for her the dumber the idea started to sound. Just as he was about to see if he could reach his mother so they could make something else, Lyria came into view and was walking towards him with her father, Solas.

 

"Now, the two of you are gong to be okay here? The Fade can be dangerous if not-"

 

"Dad! We have been over this seriously, over a thousand times. I get it, the Fade can kill me if you try to do anything to crazy and demons are everywhere. I get it. Besides, Art will be with me and he's a spirit, so he can handle things here better, right?" Lyria said with annoyance, hands on her hip.

 

Solas looked at Art and scowled. "Why did you chose to look so much like your father? I thought I gave precise instructions on how to look. With the exception of the hair."

 

"I-um-just wanted to look more like an ancient elf."

 

"But you look like your father." Solas repeated the observation.

 

"You all look like my father." Art replied. He had done enough paintings of ancient Elvhenan to know all the small details that gave difference between ancient and modern elves.

 

Solas, paused and his eyes went wide as he said, "That is profound."

 

"Wait, what? I didn't mean-"

 

Solas interrupted Art and said,"You are truly the son of Wisdom. I will have to go think about that. Lyria, have fun." And with that Solas walked away.

 

Once he was out of view, Lyria turned to art and said, "Holy Slow Arrow, I thought he would never stop. So, what did you want to do? Cool hair by the way."

 

"You like it? You're serious?"

 

"Yeah, it's all wild and stuff, but you look like an ancient elf. Totally clashes, I love it."

 

Art look up at the sky, but decided to go with his mother's suggestion instead. "You want to braid it?"

 

Lyria smiled and agreed so the two sat down with she began put in braids. They talked about her plans for the next Gremlin Rock concert and Art said he could come up with new t-shirt designs for it. Then Lyria stopped braiding, so Art asked, "What's wrong?"

 

"Nothing, just your hair keeps growing and I can't keep up with it. Are you doing that on purpose?"

 

"I-no- I can't umm- I can't do anything. About that."

 

From behind a nearby tree, Wisdom and Solas watched their children. Wisdom let out a dreamy sigh and turned to her long time friend. "Isn't it wonderful? Watching them fall in love."

 

"He could have chosen a better face. He looks too much like June."

 

"I think it's sweet he wants to look like an ancient elf. Art does love to draw out Elvhenan. He would never admit it though,something I found in his hidden sketchbook."

 

"But why did he have to- what did you see in him? Seriously? I have been wanting to ask you this for over 2000 years. You and June. It does not make sense."

 

Wisdom smiled at Solas and answered, "That is what's so wonderful about love. For some it can make them feel everything and understand the world better, and yet to others make no sense at all. Kind of like art."

 

"I hate how right you are sometimes."

 

"I know." Wisdom turned her gaze back to Art and Lyria. They watched for a few moments more and then she asked,"Why don't you all come over and have dinner with us sometime?"

 

 

Nothing to crazy cause I'm running around the house today. But, Drosophila, you turn!

 

Hopefully this kind of stuff keeps me from diving to far into feelsville today.

[Cee]

Maker, I am crying with laughter. I did one.

 

Spoiler

 

Two Caring Uncles Dreaming to the Beat A Short Story
by C. C. Sharp-Dagger

Nirwen Lavellan looked at the destructive Well of Sorrows in her hands and felt grumpy.

She walked over to the window and reflected on her green surroundings. She had always loved antsy Thedas with its thundering, thoughtful The Veil. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel grumpy.

 

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Solas . Solas was a blinded leader with soft arm and bald neck.

Nirwen gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a lonely, conflicted, tea drinker with brown arm and plump neck. Her friends saw her as a hushed, helpless hero. Once, she had even saved a mutated elf that was stuck in a drain.

 

But not even a lonely person who had once saved a mutated elf that was stuck in a drain, was prepared for what Solas had in store today.

The cloudy teased like playing nugs, making Nirwen awkward.

 

As Nirwen stepped outside and Solas came closer, she could see the difficult smile on his face.

 

Solas gazed with the affection of 2181 loving scrawny spiders. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want to be stopped."

 

Nirwen looked back, even more awkward and still fingering the destructive Well of Sorrows. "Solas, you must leave the past behind," she replied.

 

They looked at each other with awestruck feelings, like two misty, mangled Mabari drinking at a very remorseful the end of the world, which had polka music playing in the background and two caring uncles dreaming to the beat.

 

Nirwen regarded Solas's soft arm and bald neck. "I feel the same way!" revealed Nirwen with a delighted grin.

 

Solas looked rebellious, his emotions blushing like a delightful, depressed dagger.

 

Then Solas came inside for a nice cup of tea.

 

THE END

[Shari'El]

Maker, I am crying with laughter. I did one.

 

Spoiler

 

Two Caring Uncles Dreaming to the Beat A Short Story
by C. C. Sharp-Dagger

Nirwen Lavellan looked at the destructive Well of Sorrows in her hands and felt grumpy.

She walked over to the window and reflected on her green surroundings. She had always loved antsy Thedas with its thundering, thoughtful The Veil. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel grumpy.

 

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Solas . Solas was a blinded leader with soft arm and bald neck.

Nirwen gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a lonely, conflicted, tea drinker with brown arm and plump neck. Her friends saw her as a hushed, helpless hero. Once, she had even saved a mutated elf that was stuck in a drain.

 

But not even a lonely person who had once saved a mutated elf that was stuck in a drain, was prepared for what Solas had in store today.

The cloudy teased like playing nugs, making Nirwen awkward.

 

As Nirwen stepped outside and Solas came closer, she could see the difficult smile on his face.

 

Solas gazed with the affection of 2181 loving scrawny spiders. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want to be stopped."

 

Nirwen looked back, even more awkward and still fingering the destructive Well of Sorrows. "Solas, you must leave the past behind," she replied.

 

They looked at each other with awestruck feelings, like two misty, mangled Mabari drinking at a very remorseful the end of the world, which had polka music playing in the background and two caring uncles dreaming to the beat.

 

Nirwen regarded Solas's soft arm and bald neck. "I feel the same way!" revealed Nirwen with a delighted grin.

 

Solas looked rebellious, his emotions blushing like a delightful, depressed dagger.

 

Then Solas came inside for a nice cup of tea.

 

THE END

 

Highlights

 

She had always loved antsy Thedas with its thundering, thoughtful The Veil. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel grumpy.

She was a lonely, conflicted, tea drinker with brown arm and plump neck.

Solas looked rebellious, his emotions blushing like a delightful, depressed dagger.

 

Also unrealistic: "Then Solas came inside for a nice cup of tea."

[Ardent Blossom]

Maker, I am crying with laughter. I did one.

 

Spoiler

 

Two Caring Uncles Dreaming to the Beat A Short Story
by C. C. Sharp-Dagger

Nirwen Lavellan looked at the destructive Well of Sorrows in her hands and felt grumpy.

She walked over to the window and reflected on her green surroundings. She had always loved antsy Thedas with its thundering, thoughtful The Veil. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel grumpy.

 

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Solas . Solas was a blinded leader with soft arm and bald neck.

Nirwen gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a lonely, conflicted, tea drinker with brown arm and plump neck. Her friends saw her as a hushed, helpless hero. Once, she had even saved a mutated elf that was stuck in a drain.

 

But not even a lonely person who had once saved a mutated elf that was stuck in a drain, was prepared for what Solas had in store today.

The cloudy teased like playing nugs, making Nirwen awkward.

 

As Nirwen stepped outside and Solas came closer, she could see the difficult smile on his face.

 

Solas gazed with the affection of 2181 loving scrawny spiders. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want to be stopped."

 

Nirwen looked back, even more awkward and still fingering the destructive Well of Sorrows. "Solas, you must leave the past behind," she replied.

 

They looked at each other with awestruck feelings, like two misty, mangled Mabari drinking at a very remorseful the end of the world, which had polka music playing in the background and two caring uncles dreaming to the beat.

 

Nirwen regarded Solas's soft arm and bald neck. "I feel the same way!" revealed Nirwen with a delighted grin.

 

Solas looked rebellious, his emotions blushing like a delightful, depressed dagger.

 

Then Solas came inside for a nice cup of tea.

 

THE END

That generator is hilarious. Well, I chose the same set-up, but mine came out a bit differently. Here it is: Deserted Flapping Boot Tavern

Spoiler

Deserted Flapping Boot Tavern A Short Story
by Truly Scrumptious

Solas The Dread Wolf was thinking about Marmaduke Lavellan again. Marmaduke was a feisty minx with lithe fingers and delicate lips.

Solas walked over to the window and reflected on his dilapidated surroundings. He had always loved deserted Flapping Boot Tavern with its silent, shaggy shattered windows. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel frustrated.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a feisty figure of Marmaduke Lavellan.

Solas gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a prudent, compassionate, fruity punch drinker with freckled fingers and pink lips. His friends saw him as a bulbous, blue-eyed bore. Once, he had even saved an anxious goldfish that was stuck in a drain.

But not even a prudent person who had once saved an anxious goldfish that was stuck in a drain, was prepared for what Marmaduke had in store today.

The rain hammered like singing moths, making Solas pleased. Solas grabbed a rough staff that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.

As Solas stepped outside and Marmaduke came closer, he could see the icy smile on her face.

Marmaduke gazed with the affection of 5447 ridiculous obnoxious owls. She said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want an engagement ring."

Solas looked back, even more pleased and still fingering the rough staff. "Marmaduke, I'm sorry I never returned your high keeper robes," he replied.

They looked at each other with livid feelings, like two drab, dead dogs sulking at a very bold Autumn Solstice, which had lute music playing in the background and two sympathetic uncles day dreaming to the beat.

Solas regarded Marmaduke's lithe fingers and delicate lips. "I feel the same way!" revealed Solas with a delighted grin.

Marmaduke looked surprised, her emotions blushing like a freezing, fresh figurine of Maferath the Betrayer.

Then Marmaduke came inside for a nice drink of fruity punch.

THE END 

[MayriyaNoori]

Where is this generator thing everyone is doing?

[Ardent Blossom]

Where is this generator thing everyone is doing?

http://www.plot-generator.org.uk/

[drosophila]

Okay, my turn.

 

Hair Date

 

Spoiler

 

Art pushed his mother's hand away from his hair as she tried to arrange it. He couldn't have a single thing go wrong in this Fade date, especially since this would be the first time Lyria would see him with an elf body.

 

"Are you sure you want this hair? With the features you chose it would look much better as-" Wisdom tried to advise her son, but Art wouldn't hear it.

 

"No! Big Bo said Lyria likes this kind of hair."

 

And hair it was indeed. A dark, thick mess that went down in between his shoulders. He liked it, but the only problem was that every time he thought about Lyria another inch or two would grow on. Art also couldn't see what the problem was, he thought it went fine with his features. The instructions from Solas on constructing an elf body in the Fade were good, but a bit modern and too specific for his own taste. Art had taken the liberty to make small tweaks and made himself look more like an ancient elf like his father. And most ancient elves looked like his father so surely it was general enough to look good.

 

"Alright, sweety. Why don't you let me braid it for you?"

 

"I said no, Mom!"

 

"You're right, maybe let her braid it instead. Well, have fun, I won't be far in case the Fade does anything weird." Wisdom planted a motherly kiss on her son's cheek before turning into her wispy form and fading out.

 

Art look around the setting he had chosen. An open field giving the view of as much sky as possible. He thought maybe if they got bored he could show her how to paint clouds or something in the Fade, but the longer he sat waiting for her the dumber the idea started to sound. Just as he was about to see if he could reach his mother so they could make something else, Lyria came into view and was walking towards him with her father, Solas.

 

"Now, the two of you are gong to be okay here? The Fade can be dangerous if not-"

 

"Dad! We have been over this seriously, over a thousand times. I get it, the Fade can kill me if you try to do anything to crazy and demons are everywhere. I get it. Besides, Art will be with me and he's a spirit, so he can handle things here better, right?" Lyria said with annoyance, hands on her hip.

 

Solas looked at Art and scowled. "Why did you chose to look so much like your father? I thought I gave precise instructions on how to look. With the exception of the hair."

 

"I-um-just wanted to look more like an ancient elf."

 

"But you look like your father." Solas repeated the observation.

 

"You all look like my father." Art replied. He had done enough paintings of ancient Elvhenan to know all the small details that gave difference between ancient and modern elves.

 

Solas, paused and his eyes went wide as he said, "That is profound."

 

"Wait, what? I didn't mean-"

 

Solas interrupted Art and said,"You are truly the son of Wisdom. I will have to go think about that. Lyria, have fun." And with that Solas walked away.

 

Once he was out of view, Lyria turned to art and said, "Holy Slow Arrow, I thought he would never stop. So, what did you want to do? Cool hair by the way."

 

"You like it? You're serious?"

 

"Yeah, it's all wild and stuff, but you look like an ancient elf. Totally clashes, I love it."

 

Art look up at the sky, but decided to go with his mother's suggestion instead. "You want to braid it?"

 

Lyria smiled and agreed so the two sat down with she began put in braids. They talked about her plans for the next Gremlin Rock concert and Art said he could come up with new t-shirt designs for it. Then Lyria stopped braiding, so Art asked, "What's wrong?"

 

"Nothing, just your hair keeps growing and I can't keep up with it. Are you doing that on purpose?"

 

"I-no- I can't umm- I can't do anything. About that."

 

From behind a nearby tree, Wisdom and Solas watched their children. Wisdom let out a dreamy sigh and turned to her long time friend. "Isn't it wonderful? Watching them fall in love."

 

"He could have chosen a better face. He looks too much like June."

 

"I think it's sweet he wants to look like an ancient elf. Art does love to draw out Elvhenan. He would never admit it though,something I found in his hidden sketchbook."

 

"But why did he have to- what did you see in him? Seriously? I have been wanting to ask you this for over 2000 years. You and June. It does not make sense."

 

Wisdom smiled at Solas and answered, "That is what's so wonderful about love. For some it can make them feel everything and understand the world better, and yet to others make no sense at all. Kind of like art."

 

"I hate how right you are sometimes."

 

"I know." Wisdom turned her gaze back to Art and Lyria. They watched for a few moments more and then she asked,"Why don't you all come over and have dinner with us sometime?"

 

 

Nothing to crazy cause I'm running around the house today. But, Drosophila, you turn!

 

Hopefully this kind of stuff keeps me from diving to far into feelsville today.

 

Awwwwww     

 

Their date was adorable! I am seriosuly shipping them more and more! I just lost my likes, but thank you so much!

 

Now I'm scared to write the follow up, because I can't do adorable fluff like this. At most it'd be goofy. 

[Cee]

I ran out of likes but again, laughing so hard at these.

[drosophila]

Wow, this plot gen wrote my rivalmance for me

 

Spoiler

Arrogant Sophia Lavellan

A Short Story

by Varric Tethras

 

Sophia Lavellan looked at the squidgy hat in her hands and felt snarky.

 

She walked over to the window and reflected on her hospitable surroundings. She had always loved warm sewers with its rough, raspy river of poop. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel snarky.

 

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Solas. Solas was a popular egg with scrawny hands and fragile freckles.

 

Sophia gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was an arrogant, courageous, ginger beer drinker with ginger hands and pointy freckles. Her friends saw her as a terrible, tense troll. Once, she had even rescued a quarrelsome baby nug from a burning building.

 

But not even an arrogant person who had once rescued a quarrelsome baby nug from a burning building, was prepared for what Solas had in store today.

 

The sun shone like gyrating wolves, making Sophia in love.

 

As Sophia stepped outside and Solas came closer, she could see the old smile on his face.

 

Solas glared with all the wrath of 5406 greedy burnt bog unicorns. He said, in hushed tones, "I hate you and I want a hug."

 

Sophia looked back, even more in love and still fingering the squidgy hat. "Solas, holy slow arrow," she replied.

 

They looked at each other with pissed feelings, like two nasty, narrow nugs rampaging at a very noble birthday party, which had flute music playing in the background and two clever uncles sleeping to the beat.

 

Suddenly, Solas lunged forward and tried to punch Sophia in the face. Quickly, Sophia grabbed the squidgy hat and brought it down on Solas's skull.

 

Solas's scrawny hands trembled and his fragile freckles wobbled. He looked sad, his emotions raw like a good, gigantic guillotine.

 

Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Solas was dead.

 

Sophia Lavellan went back inside and made herself a nice drink of ginger beer.

 

THE END 

[Cee]

Halloween costume, anyone?

 

http://blog.bioware....eaky-followers/

 

http://static.cdn.ea...15/10/Solas.png

[drosophila]

Halloween costume, anyone?

 

http://blog.bioware....eaky-followers/

 

http://static.cdn.ea...15/10/Solas.png

 

A bit creepy for my taste

[Cee]

They're so creepy.

[S.W.]

Did one of you just sent an anon to the tumblr Women of Thedas requesting Josie/Bela?

 

*raises hand*

 

yep, that was me

 

I thought if there was any blog which would have some Josie/Bela, it'd be WoT.

[MayriyaNoori]

Awwwwww

Their date was adorable! I am seriosuly shipping them more and more! I just lost my likes, but thank you so much!

Now I'm scared to write the follow up, because I can't do adorable fluff like this. At most it'd be goofy.

Mmmmm......dinner with all of them.....

Poor Lyria and Art. It would be pretty awkward. I mean, I'm seeing this like their parents all knew each back in college or something. Solas was of course some kind of Quantum physics library nerd that ended up with the sassy Political Science major and his Philosophy major best friend Wisdom ended up with a guy from engineering who spent his entire time making creepy robots to chase Solas around campus with.

Somehow I feel like this was influenced by Sable's Grad school thing.

Back to washing dishes.

[Cee]

Uh http://dragonageconf...andth-person-to

 

 

Give up their markings and themselves to Solas....what?

 

 

Someone missed the whole "freedom" thing (if you do it - but also just in his comments if you didn't)?

[drosophila]

Mmmmm......dinner with all of them.....

Poor Lyria and Art. It would be pretty awkward. I mean, I'm seeing this like their parents all knew each back in college or something. Solas was of course some kind of Quantum physics library nerd that ended up with the sassy Political Science major and his Philosophy major best friend Wisdom ended up with a guy from engineering who spent his entire time making creepy robots to chase Solas around campus with.

Somehow I feel like this was influenced by Sable's Grad school thing.

Back to washing dishes.

 

I started writing it Yeah, it will be awkward, and hopefully funny. 

[drosophila]

Uh http://dragonageconf...andth-person-to

 

Give up their markings and themselves....what?

 

 

Sophia gave up no markings

 

Which actually made for a very feelsy moment when I was playing Tresspasser and looking at the murals where Solas takes the vallaslin away. I never doubted that what he said about the vallaslin was true, but being there it suddenly felt real, not just a story from long time ago. I HC that Sophia somewhat regretted her choice at that moment. But I didn't change it

[Cee]

Another!

 

Spoiler

Nirwen's stiletto A Paranormal Romance
by Cee-namon Roll

Nirwen Lavellan suspected something was a little off when her short sister tried to grab butt her when she was just six years old. Nevertheless, she lived a relatively normal life among other humans.

 

It wasn't until she bumped into the devilishly flaky elf, Solas Bloggs, that her life finally began to make sense.

 

However, Solas proved to be moral and seemed to have an unhealthy obsession with stabbing. Nirwen soon learnt that Solas had taken an oath never to make out with a human being.

 

When Nirwen's short sister is injured in a trip and fall accident, Nirwen realises her own life is at risk.

 

Despite Solas's bald and sexy jawline, Nirwen finds herself falling for the elf. Only fate will decided whether he kills or protects her.

 

One night, a Evanuris appears before Nirwen and warns her of a darkness within Solas. The Evanuris gives Nirwen the golden stiletto - the only weapon that can defeat a flaky elf.

 

Will Nirwen find it in herself to kill the only creature who has ever made her feel truly nauseated? (Hint: yes!)

 

[Cee]

Sophia gave up no markings

 

Which actually made for a very feelsy moment when I was playing Tresspasser and looking at the murals where Solas takes the vallaslin away. I never doubted that what he said about the vallaslin was true, but being there it suddenly felt real, not just a story from long time ago. I HC that Sophia somewhat regretted her choice at that moment. But I didn't change it

 

There's a lot of HC about a Lavellan putting it together at that moment, and blending together everything learned, the murals, the shelters for slaves, the protection, the freedom stuff, etc. And while the game didn't let us have that, I'd give Nirwen enough credit to have realized, touched her face, had a rush of emotion.

[Tess]

The awkward moment when you realize that you and your spouse just had too much DA.

 

A brief conversation after my slightly calculated move.

"I did no such thing!"

"Don't Solas me."

[Cee]

 

Spoiler

 

Nirwen Come Home A Lost Bronte Novel
by Cee-namon Roll

Nirwen Lavellan is a suave and reliable orphan raised by a reckless and irritable lover. Eventually she gets a job working as a rebel for the wise Lord Wolf of Wolf Chantry. The unlikely couple rapidly succumb to a complicated passion.

 

On the day of their wedding, a smelly hunter escapes from the attic of Wolf Chantry and starts a fire. Believing that Lord Wolf is dead, Nirwen flees from the church and wanders the cold moors for days until she is rescued by a cute teacher.

 

However, although Lord Wolf is blinded by the fire, he still breathes. Without Nirwen he becomes stingy and dangerous. He turns to alcohol for comfort. The ghost of the hunter from the attic haunts him.

 

Meanwhile, thinking Lord Wolf is dead, Nirwen accepts a marriage proposal from her saviour, the teacher. However, one night she believes she can hear Lord Wolf calling, "Nirwen, where are you? Nirwen come home!" and she returns to Wolf Chantry.

 

On Nirwen's return, she finds Lord Wolf drunk and without sight. Mistaking her for the ghost of the smelly hunter, he attacks her with a swords and Nirwen Lavellan dies.

 

As he attends to the body, Lord Wolf realises what he has done. Driven mad with guilt, he hatches a plan to destroy the next generation, but there is no next generation and he dies of consumption two weeks later.

 

 

 

[Eivuwan]

Omg this plot generator thing is killing me.

 

Spoiler

The Hail that Pounded like Feeding Foxes A Short Story
by Cheese

Vela Lavellan had always hated bright arlathan with its chubby, combative crystal maze. It was a place where she felt devastated.

She was a thoughtless, clever, orange juice drinker with ruddy lips and ginger abs. Her friends saw her as a different, defeated dolphin. Once, she had even helped a fancy Cole recover from a flying accident. That's the sort of woman he was.

Vela walked over to the window and reflected on her sparkling surroundings. The hail pounded like feeding foxes.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Solas . Solas was a patient god with tall lips and scrawny abs.

Vela gulped. She was not prepared for Solas.

As Vela stepped outside and Solas came closer, she could see the breezy glint in his eye.

Solas gazed with the affection of 8869 cheesy whispering wolves. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want a kiss."

Vela looked back, even more angry and still fingering the green teapot. "Solas, exterminate," she replied.

They looked at each other with sad feelings, like two kaleidoscopic, klutzy kittens licking at a very heroic wedding, which had harp music playing in the background and two villianous uncles sneezing to the beat.

Suddenly, Solas lunged forward and tried to punch Vela in the face. Quickly, Vela grabbed the green teapot and brought it down on Solas's skull.

Solas's tall lips trembled and his scrawny abs wobbled. He looked irritable, his emotions raw like a tense, tight torch.

Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Solas was dead.

Vela Lavellan went back inside and made herself a nice drink of orange juice.

THE END

[Sable Rhapsody]

Solas gazed with the affection of 8869 cheesy whispering wolves.  

 

 

8869 cheesy whispering wolves on the wall, 8869 cheesy whispering wolves,

Take one down, make it wear shoes,

8868 cheesy whispering wolves on the wall! 

[S.W.]

oh my god.

 

 

Spoiler

Surly Ellana Lavellan A Short Story
by S.W.

 

Ellana Lavellan was thinking about Solas again. Solas was a revolutionary god with curvy butt and tall shoulders.

 

Ellana walked over to the window and reflected on her ethereal surroundings. She had always hated weird the fade with its fresh, fluffy floating upside-down ceilings. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel snarky.

 

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a revolutionary figure of Solas .

 

Ellana gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a surly, ruthless, scotch drinker with feathery butt and moist shoulders. Her friends saw her as a knowledgeable, klutzy knight. Once, she had even revived a dying, wolf puppy.

 

But not even a surly person who had once revived a dying, wolf puppy, was prepared for what Solas had in store today.

 

The clouds danced like running wolves, making Ellana anxious. Ellana grabbed an enchanted sword that had been strewn nearby; she massaged it with her fingers.

As Ellana stepped outside and Solas came closer, she could see the deep glint in his eye.

 

Solas gazed with the affection of 3876 indomitable blushing bears. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want to recruit you into my secret spy organisation and kiss you."

Ellana looked back, even more anxious and still fingering the enchanted sword. "Solas, you're really shady," she replied.

 

They looked at each other with grumpy feelings, like two robust, round rabbits snarling at a very cold the conclave explosion, which had post-avant ambient noise music playing in the background and two austere uncles hitting to the beat.

 

Ellana regarded Solas's curvy butt and tall shoulders. "I feel the same way!" revealed Ellana with a delighted grin.

 

Ellana looked calm, his emotions blushing like a blue, beautiful book.

 

Then Solas came inside for a nice drink of scotch.

 

THE END

 

[Cee]

 

They looked at each other with sad feelings, like two kaleidoscopic, klutzy kittens licking at a very heroic wedding, which had harp music playing in the background and two villianous uncles sneezing to the beat.

oh my god