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My Dark Haired Fereldan Beauty: Lothering

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For some reason I kept listening to Gaur Plains while writing this one… not because it fits, but because I felt like it : P

We have two new party members, and no one’s really happy about it, but hey, when is this group happy about anything, am I right?

I adjusted a bunch of scenes to suit my own purposes. I’ve been going over logistics pretty carefully, and there’s a bunch of things that don’t make sense. But the most egregious of these is in the next two chapters, in which someone says that Redcliffe is only a day’s journey away from the Circle Tower. *coughs* Elsewhere, they say that Orzammar is a two-week journey from the Circle Tower, even though Orzammar doesn’t look THAT far away from the Circle Tower. In fact, if you compare the map from the novel The Stolen Throne, Orzammar is CLOSER than Redcliffe! I am so confused. (also on the official game map, Redcliffe is in a completely different spot, but there’s no ‘location’ dot there… however, there is one in the location that Redcliffe is marked at in the novel map. : P )

Next chapter, I will rant about how it is impossible for Zevran to have done what he said he did prior to meeting the Grey Warden(s). But I won’t tell you what I did to fix it. Zevran will tell you that himself. Eventually.

Previous chapter: Ostagar, next chapter: Redcliffe

 

Lothering

 

Elizabeth sniffed and frowned before she had even opened her eyes. There was the scent of woodsmoke in her nostrils, and food, and wood, and greenery.

“M-mother…” she began. “Nan…?”

Her eyes popped open. She had the distinct memory of seeing arrows in her arm and her gut, but neither of those places hurt. Had it all been a dream?

Weakly, she stirred, dragging her left arm from under the covers to inspect it. There was a bandage, but it was a remarkably small one, and there was nothing bleeding through. She felt her stomach, where she encountered the same – and then she gave a little stifled shriek of outrage as she realized that she was in her underthings. Continue reading →

My Dark Haired Fereldan Beauty: Ostagar

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Hmm… chapter 2. Liz is not happy about any of the things, and there’s nothing she can do about it. Oh well, it looks like everyone’s going to die. That was a short story, wasn’t it? Thanks for reading!

…Just kidding, we got lots more to go. : P

I’ll probably be tweaking this several times over the next week. Little thing, just details to make things better, more immersive maybe. Not totally happy with the boss fight, either.

This was an incredibly long chapter, maybe the longest single chapter I’ve ever written, because of my gimmick to have each location be a different chapter, so… hope you’re comfortable before you start reading. : P MAJOR spoilers, obviously. (the location/chapter thing is maybe not such a good idea for pacing, but whatever, it’s a thing I’m trying : P It’ll just mean some days you get multiple supershort chapters! Maybe.)

Previous chapter: Highever, next chapter: Lothering

 

Ostagar

 

It had been a week since Elizabeth and Duncan had left Highever, and great stone towers were rising into her view over vast hilly expanses of tall black pines. She could see the smoke of controlled fires, and distantly could hear the voices of men and even dogs. Continue reading →

My Dark Haired Fereldan Beauty: Highever

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So Liz won’t leave me alone until I write her LizZev story. Even though Zev won’t show up for ages. Dramallamas ahoy! 😀

Spoilers for the Human Noble origin, obviously, and for Origins in general. Cousland/Zevran, obviously, with hints of Morristair.

Next chapter: Ostagar

 

Highever, Autumn

 

“Father?” Elizabeth Cousland walked briskly into the great hall of Castle Highever. “Oh! I did not know you had company already…”

“I’ll send my eldest off with my men at once,” Bryce Cousland was saying to his friend, Rendon Howe. “No need to keep the king waiting. But tomorrow, you and I will ride out just like the old days!”

Rendon Howe chuckled. “Though we both had less grey in our hair, and we fought Orlesians, not… monsters.”

“But they’ll still smell the same,” Bryce said, laughing in turn. “Ah, pup, I didn’t see you there. Come greet Rendon! Rendon, I don’t think you’ve seen my daughter Elizabeth in some time.”

“You have grown lovelier than ever, Lady Elizabeth,” Rendon said, bowing to her.

“Thank you, Arl Howe,” Elizabeth said, curtseying in her dress of blue Antivan silk. “I hear your men have been delayed on the roads?”

“Indeed,” Howe said, sniffing with distaste. “The rains have done terrible things to the highway. I am glad that I came on ahead.”

“Fergus will lead the Highever soldiers to Ostagar today, and tomorrow Rendon and I will ride with the Amaranthine men.” Continue reading →

A Shakarian Moment

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Was going through some old stories on my computer (in preparation to writing new stories, yayyyy : P ) and found this. May as well post it…

For the record, my favourite Mass Effect pairing is Shoker, but I also wanted to fix the Shakarian romance starter, because it always bugged me. (Here’s another person’s interpretation – which is also great. (Danger Shepard is awesome, lol)) And Garrus is soooooooooo dreamy……… lol. (Also I had a terrible time naming my femShep.)

 

Garrus was unusually quiet and fidgety when she came down to the main battery to visit, after they returned from Miranda’s “little” excursion to run interference for her sister’s escape.

After a few minutes of failed mission talk, failed small talk, she fixed the gunnery officer with a curious but quelling look. “What’s the matter, Garrus?”

“Hmm?”

Stars, she loved those subharmonics. Not that she was going to tell him, that, though. Making a move on a subordinate, even – especially – one she trusted as much as Garrus, could be fatal. To the success of the mission, no less. Continue reading →

Flairé vs Dante

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Flairé wants to visit the DMC world. Parts of this picture are half-assed but it doesn’t look too bad for having taken a month off. It’s been WAY too long since I last drew Flairé, and Dante looks pretty good compared to the last time I drew him! Except for the poses, of course. And hands. And clothing. And Rebellion was a pain. But hey. Pretty boys.

Cato and Aelius

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Petrus Cato and Jesse Aelius, the Centurion and Optio of the III/III Dragonriders of Quintus, chilling out in camp after laying their weapons aside but not yet their armour.
Did some research for this, which is why their sandals look fantastic, but Petrus’s armour is basically straight-up fantasy armour. I might redesign it in future to be a little closer to reality. He might have one of those one-piece frontplates, even though I think they’re stupid and preclude being able to bend over. Thari suggests it would be more practical in leather, but then Petrus can’t have it gold-plated because he’s a rich brat. : P Even if I do give him a one-plate, it won’t be one of those stupid muscle-armours and it DEFINITELY won’t have nipples. : P Seriously, why did they put nipples on their armour? It’s disturbing. o.O
Anyway, Jesse is an archer, that’s why he has a thing on his arm. I also gave them a couple scars, just because.

Resources!
Pose for Petrus
Pose for Jesse
Face for Petrus and other image search results for Julius Caesar : P
Face for Jesse: some guy I know named Jesse >.>
Various image searches for roman armour
How to put on regular legionary armour
Soundtrack (mostly for Jesse)