wardennolonger: (quiet and thinking)
2013-07-19 04:39 pm

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[Continued from here!]

Consciousness came sluggishly, reluctantly. Details filed in one after another; the hard tile floor, the furnace-heat of a close, firm body, and the tastes and aches of fantastic sex were among the first to occur to his waking mind. Before long, Anders was aware that something had gone very, very wrong. Before he was even fully awake he knew he had to leave, had to move (while he still could), but couldn't just fling himself up.

They were intertwined, intimately so. It took great care and precious seconds for Anders to carefully draw his arms from around Cullen's shoulders, his legs from the warm tangle of warm knees and thighs together, and creep, ever so slowly, from the circle of Cullen's arms. Each moment he suffered consciousness in the slumbering Templar's embrace lit the bright sensory memories of their desperate joining. Anders could feel the words he had spoken, taste Cullen's skin and feel the tantric rush of the man's bliss all in painfully recent memory. Cullen's warmth lingered even as he scrambled from the bathroom floor, reeling back and out of the small room.

Anders wanted to crawl out of his skin more than ever before.

'What have I done?' the thought whirred above the strict demanding urgency to move; there was no getting away from it. He had no time to considers the hows and whys, though. It didn't matter what manner of magic (or otherwise) had caused the encounter; the moment was what mattered.

Anders did not dress properly; grabbing whatever was closet at hand. Hotel clothing from random drawers would suffice. 'Move' the command came from deep, deep within him, the urgency becoming dark and vicious. He watched his hand extend and pull open the door. He was almost free... and so was it.

That thought paused him at the open door. It was not so much a decision to stay, as a very significant moment of indecision. 'Move', roared everything inside him, 'MOVE NOW.' But the blood had tasted so sweet, the rage so dark, the pleasures and pains blurring and confusing. Anders clenched his fists, anger and indecision clashing enough to tremble the lean waning muscle on his long limber frame.

"I won't stop trying until you do."

"Then... I will try."


Was this giving up? Could he really trust himself alone with Justice, now that he had allowed himself to doubt?

Or was it all just madness?
wardennolonger: (For serious)
2012-09-20 10:51 pm

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Two months was a long time; for Anders, it had been spent scrounging coin, calling in favors, and taking ship. Though he had often wondered if he'd ever cross the seas to Tevinter, he'd never anticipated it would be to rescue a resold slave. Thinking of Fenris was difficult for the mage; he didn't imagine the months had been any easier on him. In fact, he dreaded to think what his former companion had endured.

He still hadn't quite gotten over his disbelief; certainly the snarly elf was no bucket of sunshine, and it was true that Hawke's sensibilities were similar more to Anders'. But to think the man would sell Fenris back to the keep of his former master was... well, Anders had never seen a side of Hawke so cold. The man was usually so kind, so patient. When confronted on the matter, he'd so little to say.

IT didn't matter. Anders may have had issue with the surly elf, but he wasn't about to abandon him to a life of slavery. It had taken him so much time to gather himself for the trip, to convince himself that it was indeed the right thing to do.

And as he slipped into the servant's quarters of the expansive mansion, so far from home and help, Anders was still not without doubt. He'd payed off one of the servants to let him in, but he still needed to remain unnoticed. The Tevinter robes he'd swapped for his usual clothes granted him good camouflage in town, but he did not blend as a servant here. He needed to find Fenris quickly.
wardennolonger: (standing)
2012-02-07 03:24 pm

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+ Magical First Aid +

This is an elective class. It will focus on both the creation of various healing potions, and the casting of healing spells (both outside of an in combat). The type of class will depend on the subject; some classes will be spent brewing potions, others practicing the spells, others on proper herb collecting and storing techniques.

Anders will also assign simple homework, usually either along the lines of "practice this" or "write me a short essay on this". Anyone is welcome to attend!

If you think you might be interested, please comment here and let me know! Also, feel free to ask any questions you may have. Below, I have provided a class outline that is also available to the students IC, so they know what they are signing up for.

Unit 1: Healing Potions (Level One)

•The proper collection/storage/treatment of healing herbs
--What Herbs to use (Elfroot)
--How to properly collect them
--Cleaning them/preparing them for brewing

•The creation of lesser all purpose healing potions
(cures minor to intermediate injuries: scratches, bruises, cuts, first and second degree burns, ect)
--Proper recipe/preparation
--Appropriate wounds/injuries that can be treated with this potion

•The Creation of Greater Healing Potion

(Heals intermediate to severe injuries: broken bones, fractures, third and fourth degree burns, major lacerations, so on)
--Proper recipe/preparation
--Appropriate wounds to be treated

•Brewing a Stamina Drought
--Proper recipe/preparation (Deep Mushrooms)
--Appropriate uses

Unit 2: Healing Spells for Combat


Spells to be covered:
1.Vigoratus
(Cannonly, Heal)
2.Vigoratus Totus
(Cannonly, Aid Allies/Heal multiple targets)
3.Excito
(Cannonly, Regroup/awake from unconsciousness)

The first spell will be taught in a classroom setting, under no additional pressure. Once the students are comfortable with that, classes will be moved outdoors, with distractions (bludgers flying around, for example) Students will have to both defend themselves, and heal their partners for the activity.

The same will be done for the second spell, and the same for the third (Fainting Fancies will be used in the case of the third).

Unit 3: Healing Potions (Level 2)

The same as unit one, but with these different potions:
Life Ward Potion
Restoration Potion

Final Exam:

Students are presented with three different written situations describing a need for a kind of healing magic to be done; they must describe what they would do in the given situation and why.
wardennolonger: (Default)
2012-02-03 06:55 pm

Zodion Application

✖ PLAYER: Queen Chi
Name & LJ: Over on livejournal, I'm at queen_chihuahua. I don't have a personal journal here.
Birthdate & Age: February 11th (Aquarius!) and 22 (though 23, very shortly~)
Characters played in Zodion: None

✖ CHARACTER:
Name: Anders. Not his real name, but a nickname he goes by. His real name is never revealed.
Canon: Dragon Age 2
PB/Image: Using icons made from screepcaps of the game :)

Info links:
Dragon Age Wiki: http://dragonage.wikia.com/wiki/Dragon_Age_Wiki
Anders' page: http://dragonage.wikia.com/wiki/Anders

Canon Point: Rough middle of act 2
Gender: Male
Age: Never stated, I'll estimate about 28
Birthdate/Sign: The birthdate was never stated cannonly, but after reviewing the different signs I would call him a Virgo (I will explain my justification below). August 23 seems like a good birthday to me.
Tattoo: collar bone, on the left side. Three inches in diameter.
Suitability: I believe Anders is very suited to this sign. In the personality section, I have described his traits and they match up very very well with those listed under the Virgo sign. Speaking for the game, I think Anders fits in very well. He's an adult who is fine taking care of himself, and his sense of humor and will to help others make him a good candidate for being thrown into a situation like this.
Power: HEALING. It's the ability Anders uses most in-game, and not only that but it's a Virgo attribute! I thought it fitting. In game he's shown be able to revive someone from deep unconsciousness, as well as heal wounds inflicted in battle. I think allowing this power (and barring his others) works just fine for him.

Personality:

Anders wears his wit on his sleeve. He jokes quite commonly, and if there be an opportunity for a snappy one liner you'd better believe he'll jump on it! That's not to say he's always jesting; there are things that bring out a more serious persona in him, but as long as one avoids his hot button issues he's happiest and most comfortable with teasing and joking. This aspect plays into his charm; when he's not in a darker mood, Anders will playfully flirt and compliment, too. He's had sexual relations with both woman and men, and in his earlier years used to be quite the heart-breaker. He was always generous and indiscriminate with his affections.

Anders is also very helpful. In DA2, he runs his own clinic in the worst part of town, and heals the sick and needy without demanding a single thing in return; he doesn't even charge for his services, because of how acutely he feels the needs of his countrymen. This demonstrates his altruism, as well, though it isn't all selfless. Anders is not without blood on his hands, and giving back helps ease his conscious. He is at least organized enough to run his own clinic, and is so dedicated that he will push himself passed the point of exhaustion to help those in need. Anders treats his patience with warmth, patience, and respect.

Anders is not always flowers and sunshine, though. He is very VERY dogmatic, especially when it comes to the oppression of mages in his world (whom he feels a very strong responsibility for). There is almost no room in his mind for reconsideration; he is RIGHT and others should appreciate the rightness of his argument. He an get quite forceful about his opinions, too.

Anders can be rather cranky when he's worn down and dragged into issues he'd rather not be a part of. Contrary to his usual persona, he'll turn down attempts to joke and remain pretty stubbornly sour, despite the goings on around him. When he gets fixated on something, it's very hard to derail him. He'll respond irritably to those who may try and lighten his mood. Finally, Anders can be vicious with his arguments; he's quick to ignore his own faults and turn the attention on the faults of the person fighting with him. He's quicker to criticize harshly once he's gotten angry, rather than think about anything being said to him.

✖ SAMPLES:
"Zodion" First-Person Network Entry:

[The feed clicks on to show a handsome but wary face. Anders' brow is creased in concentration as he figures the workings of the strange little device, and it's a good minute before he realizes that it's recording him]

Oh! [Surprise melts into a tired frown]

Does... anyone else feel at all uncomfortable with wearing a strange brand? Perhaps it is only personal experience that fuels my discomfort, but... [He trails off, shaking his head]

I can't help but feel as though 'The Twelve' are being more than a little selfish. I can't imagine that I was the only one with things to do from where I came. I don't appreciate having my plans put on hold, but then I don't imagine complaining about it will do much good, either.

Maker, what I wouldn't give to be able to enjoy a nice cold mug of ale.

[End Feed]

"Zodionlogs" Third-Person Prose Entry: (200 word min)

Anders warily followed the instructions he had been handed; he took the path and found the apartment that had been designated to him, located the strange plastic currency and set to exploring the town. Part of him was still holding out for the moment he would wake up, and be home in the narrow bed of his clinic.

But the gift of a home and currency seemed to hint that he would be here for the long haul, and as much as Anders wanted to believe he would be sent home, part of his mind was already turning towards what good he could do whilst here.

He walked the streets, but they lacked the poor and sick that clogged the narrow passages of Darktown. As much as he could be happy for it, Anders began to feel as though his purpose was slipping. If this place had no need for a healer (or less of a need than that of Kirkwall) than why was he taken?

The mage sighed, and wilted into a bench. His fingers pinched the bridge of his nose as he sat and contemplated, oblivious to the person sitting beside him on the bench. Seconds passed and his senses caught up with him.

"Oh, my apologies, I did not mean to intrude," he said, turning to his benchmate with a tired smile.