Just a few more days…

First of all, for all of you who have been so patient with me, I’d like to say…

Thank-You

I am finally moving into my new place this weekend.  I cannot even begin to tell you how excited and relieved I am for this.  All that routine that I’ve been missing will finally return.  The chance to sleep on a normal bed again instead of an air mattress, or the opportunity to have access to all my clothes will be so nice.  The hope of two weeks that turned into two months was too long.

So stay tuned, lots of things coming, I promise.  Especially my review of Dragon Age Inquisition, which sadly, I haven’t been able to play as much as I’d like, and you all know how excited I was for its release.  It’s awesome, by the way.  New images for Writing Prompts will start to flow again, as will the accepting the challenges in that flash fiction style I’ve enjoyed so much, more writing tips, and a few more movie reviews are all in the works.

So thanks for not abandoning me in my absence.  I can’t wait to get back on track and see what you’ve all been up to as well.

Keep up the good work!  I wish you all the best!

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Writing Prompt Challenge Accepted #8

CanyonLake, ThailandWhen I shared this image, redgypsophila of Adventures in Writing decided to do something different and challenge herself by writing multiple pieces from the one image, conveying a different mood in each; 1. Contentment, 2. Isolation, 3. Betrayal, 4. Terror, and 5. Wonder.  For her final piece, entitled Mood #6: Editing, she joined them altogether, and recently shared it.  I’ve been following along and enjoying each one, and am pleased to share it.  I really liked this concept and how she chose to portray it, by showing the newly added sentences in red that would help join the moods more seamlessly and crossing out the now defunct text – a fun read!

Congratulations on completing your challenge and thank you for joining me!

As for me, I don’t have any new flash fictions to share, but I thought I’d share a little of the new chapter in the Dragon Age fan fiction I’ve been working on.  It’s sort of a continuation in the forest, where the previous chapter took place, because I was trying to figure out a way of joining the two together, and this is what came out of that…

*For those of you new to what I’m doing, I shared a Writing Prompt image of concept art from the video game Dragon Age (one of my fixations) and found that I really enjoy writing fan fiction.  You can read Chapter 1 under Excerpts.  This is the start of Chapter 2 (or perhaps the actual end of Ch. 1) –

Our time in The Brecilian Forest had had this strange side effect of separating us from the rest of the world; sheltered under the imposing canopy, removed from the impending threats, distanced from other people, and fighting trees, werewolves, and every other thing the forest housed had left us disjointed. A few weeks trekking through that unforgiving forest, discovering the source of the curse and its repercussions, had left us reeling in the aftermath. The first sight of the bright red sails of the Dalish’s landships were a welcome sight and the first sense of relief we had felt since we had last seen them.

Since the incident in the cave, I had steeled myself a bit in regards to my emotions, especially those toward Alistair. I had allowed my feelings to blind me to the task at hand, well not completely, but it had definitely been a distraction, and that was something none of us could afford. A mage with a lack of focus was not a companion anyone would wish for; my magic would be stunted and ineffectual, my aim would be off, and I could inflict harm to anyone nearby, even if unintentionally. I could be dangerous all the same, or more so. I had to do my best to reclaim some modicum of my level-headedness if not for anything but the safety of my friends.

It had been difficult to distance myself from Alistair, but our circumstances were such that we had to stay together as a group at almost all times, which left little time for private side conversations. It was only when we were spread out as we made our way carefully through the forest that we sometimes paired off, but even then, I would stay near either Morrigan or Leliana while Alistair and Keiko led and Sten took up the rear.

At times I had heard Alistair talking to Keiko and Keiko barking a response. The mabari were an extremely smart breed, and made for wonderful companions in part because of their understanding. They were also intuitive, resourceful, and lethal. So when I would hear the two of them having a sort of conversation, I had to swallow back the emotions that would inevitably surface at such a show of affection. It was clear they liked one another, and such devotion from a mabari was a testament to a person’s character. Keiko liked everyone in our party, which only led me to believe further in each of them. I had known on some level that I could trust them, and if Keiko did too, then they must be worthy, but he had taken a special liking to Alistair.

One night as we all huddled together around a small fire we had built in the alcove of the remains of a structure, Keiko had stood guard for a short while. Occasionally, he would make a round to make sure we were all well, then return to his post, alert and ready. I didn’t sleep while he was on duty, but I soon discovered none of us had. It was not that we didn’t trust that he would alert us to trouble, or protect us if necessary, but there was something about keeping him company that we all silently agreed to. When he would make a round, he would sort of nudge each of us, and we would all smile in return and give him a pat or an encouraging word. At one point, Alistair finally agreed to keep him company and the two of them bounded off into the darkness.

I felt my heart constrict in that moment. I watched Keiko walk proudly beside Alistair, whose chainmail glistened in the light of the fire, with one hand sitting casually on the hilt of his sword, the other patting Keiko as they discussed their strategy.

“There is no need to fight so hard against it.” Leliana whispered. Her insinuation was coupled with a slight of her head in Alistair’s direction.

“There is every reason.” I countered, barely keeping the edge of my emotions from my voice. I could feel them bubbling to the surface, along with the hundreds of thoughts I had had since that episode in the cave. There were too many unknowns, and we were surrounded by danger and death at every turn. It was unlikely either of us would survive until the end, whatever that actually meant.

I swallowed hard and pushed all those emotions and thoughts down. This was neither the time nor place, if such could even exist. We were duty bound, and every thing else was a foolish notion, a daydream. It didn’t seem a bad idea to have something to hope for, but the threat of loss was too great, and the subsequent pain might be too much to bear, depending on how long things carried on before they came to an abrupt halt.

Morrigan interjected. “When at war, certain…relationships occur, for the sole purpose of their necessity to maintain a sense of stability in a violent world. Perhaps you could look at Alistair in that regard. You need not look beyond the need for comfort, although I would recommend someone, well, less him.” There was the faintest hint of amusement teasing her lips.

We were all taken aback when Sten joined in, “He would most likely take instructions well”, to which we all laughed. Our giggles prompted even the gruff Qunari to break a smile, or what could be considered a smile, as none of us had ever seen one on him before.

And now…on to Redcliffe.  RedcliffeVillage

An Odd Sense of Accomplishment

DA-MageFirst of all, I’d like to thank you all for your continued support while I’ve posted and rambled about this particular topic, for what seems like days on end.  I appreciate having such a kind and welcoming space to share in.

So…Chapter One: The Brecilian Forest (a fan fiction story based on a video game, Dragon Age), is complete.  Yes, chapter one.  After some thinking and the revelation of the pleasure this story gave me, I’ve decided to continue the story of my mage according to the game’s timeline; just snippets of events that could have or may have happened while on this adventure.

Potentially 7 chapters overall, with each chapter a different location visited in the game; Redcliffe Village & Castle, Orzammar, the home of the dwarves, The Circle Tower, the home of the mages and my character’s former home, and finally Denerim, the capital city of this fictional land.  A lot happens in Denerim, so I’m thinking this will be broken into two chapters, one earlier on in the timeline, and another chapter wrapping up the story as this is where the final battle in the game takes place as well.  And then I was thinking, I may need to do a “what happens after all the fighting is over” chapter.  I want my happily ever after, or what ever that might mean for my characters.

There is a scene near the end of the game in which a decision must be made that could have a tremendous impact on the characters, and this is something I have always wished to explore, the emotional ramifications of that choice.  In the game, there is a short conversation, a snippet of a scene if one choice is made, then it fades to black, never really to be discussed again.  Nope, not having it.  I want to explore the potential pre and post conversations more in-depth.

BrecilianForestCaveThis became so much more than I ever intended.  One writing prompt image of concept art started it all.  I just started writing.  I had no idea or concept for the story, no outline, no timeline, or a vision until last night.  It all sort of just came together, and now this part of my hero’s journey is complete.  It’s a little over 6,500 words and it wrapped up nicely.  Well, I think so considering the lack of vision.  If you’ve been following along as I’ve posted, I did a little rewriting, so there are newly added scenes.

I wrote the story in the first person because I liked the idea of it almost being like a journal of this character; to see the world through her eyes, to hear her thoughts, to feel her emotions.  As a screenwriter, I have to write almost removed from all that because of the style and technique that screenwriting requires.  And I truly believe that writing this has helped my writing overall.  I was excited to sit down and write, which, as my fellow writers can attest, can sometimes feel like a chore.  Sometimes writing is painstaking, a challenge, and we can sit for hours without accomplishing much more than a few sentences.  I sat down a few times and wrote 6,500 words.  Me.  That’s why I entitled this post “an odd sense of accomplishment”.  I’m kind of proud.

I’m not sure how to post it, so I’ve added it to the Excerpts section here.  I broke it down into 4 sections, but it is all on the same page.  I’m also thinking of adding it to the fan fiction website I mentioned the other day, Archive of Our Own, in an effort to be a part of that community.  And if you’re wondering how this all began, you can read my post about my Dragon Age Obsession here.

Have a wonderful and productive weekend everyone!

And thanks again!  xx, Rach

Writing Prompt Challenge Accepted #6

UnderTheGreatTreeI am pleased to share with you this week’s submission from redgypsophila of Adventures in Writing, who accepted last week’s writing prompt challenge, and wrote another inventive piece entitled Jill and the Beanstalk.  Please give it a read and offer her your support.  Again, thank you for sharing your creations!

As for me, I went back to my writer’s group last night – I had taken a small hiatus, and because my computer is on the brink of death, I struggled to write anything.  It’s old.  Really old.  And it strains itself to open each app, sometimes failing.  That little color wheel just spins and spins.  When I realized it wouldn’t be able to open my email and give me access to the newer version of my script, I settled on writing more Dragon Age fan fiction.  From all my time gaming, you’d think I would be better about hitting that little save button, but no…my computer shut down on me mid-type, and I felt those first tinges of fear, that I had lost everything I had just written, about 500 words.

I quickly jotted down, by hand, what I could remember while I prayed to the gods of technology to restore my computer and my words.  It took a good 15 mins. for it to turn back on, its poor little motor wheezing the entire time, but success!  Document restored!  I quickly used the camera on my phone and took a screenshot in case it shut down again.  My writing group friends laughed and mocked my outdated tech, but desperate times and all that.

I haven’t had a chance to really go back over what I wrote, but I’d like to post it anyway.  Once I do a little rewriting, I’ll post it under the Excerpts section.  I hope you enjoy!

III

I called out to my companions as they drew nearer to the creature to not strike at it.  Although it had commanded the spiders and every other facet of this environment, I had the innate understanding that it was only protecting its home.  There was no reason to strike it down, if anything, it may be helpful to our cause.

I couldn’t tell if the being was a man or woman from this vantage, only that it had sacrificed itself at some point to become the creature of flesh and forest before me.  Once the spiders were vanquished and we had the opportunity to regroup, I moved closer to the being to get a better look, despite the protests of my friends.  Although it seethed with anger and vibrated with powerful energy, I was compelled to try to speak to it, something about the idea of it having once been a mage.

Along our journey, Alistair had created a holster for my staff.  It was a leather strap that I could easily wear across one shoulder so that when I was not using magic, I could be free of the added burden of carrying my weapon.  I tucked my staff into its new place upon my back, and gingerly pushed Alistair’s pleading hands aside.  I looked into his eyes, his concern for me so visible, that I had to bite back the smile that threatened to break free.

“It will be all right, “ I reassured him resting one hand upon his unshaven cheek.  I probably shouldn’t have done that.  The heated moment elevated, now fueled further with a desire neither of us was prepared for.  We gazed into one another’s eyes for a moment as we both wrestled with our newfound feelings.  An interrupting cough from Sten was all that was needed to break the spell.  With a heavy, submissive groan, Alistair finally acquiesced and stepped aside.  My fingers twitched at the loss of contact.

I took my first few pensive steps with my hands before me in a conciliatory gesture, all the while my companions still at the ready.  Both Leliana and Morrigan voiced a final word of caution, to which I nodded silently.  As I drew closer, I was able to make out that the being had in fact been a woman at one time.  The body was thin and lithe, with soft curves at the hips and breasts; the remnants of which lay hidden beneath the vines that meandered upwards.  The face was shielded in a mask of mud and flora, but what remained visible were radiant blue eyes, a long, thin nose, and full lips.  Beneath it all, there was still a lovely woman.

I called out softly, in a reassuring tone, that we were not there to harm her.  We had happened upon this cave and we were not there to destroy it, her, or her companions.  I saw as she worked every word over in her mind in an effort to understand something long forgotten.  Her tension alleviated with every word.  I stopped a few feet short, not wanting to scare her away, or scare her into greater action.  She was powerful, and I wasn’t certain I would be able to resist a direct assault.  Her eyes were full of emotion; confusion, fear, and relief.  She reached a hand out to me.  I heard my friends’ voices of dissent.

To be continued….

Have a wonderful week everyone!  And look for the new writing prompt tomorrow! 🙂

My Favorite New Thing

Obsessed:Dedicated

I have quickly come to a discovery…I love fanfic!  Layman’s terms – stories inspired by fictional characters and worlds.  If you’ve been following my progress at my own attempt at a Dragon Age inspired story, which I have much grander ideas for now, you’ll understand that this was always the next logical progression, but I didn’t know it.  How did I not know this?!  Thanks to The Collective, I have been put on the path of my newest obsession…as if my Dragon Age one could use any more fuel.

Archive of Our Own is a website dedicated to fan fiction.  The site currently represents nearly 16,000 fandoms with almost 1.2 million works.  There is literally something for everyone.  I was initially turned onto the site via a Captain America story, but after perusing the list of other fandoms, I’m in trouble.  Forewarning – read the tags!  Some stories include sexual content, violence, and other adult themes, so some stories are not for the faint of heart.  The Captain America story was unlike anything I had ever read, and I blushed, often.  Still am.

Besides Dragon Age, which I am so excited about, I found a mashup of Alias, Captain America, and SHIELD.  The author has only written a few chapters, but the idea for this particular story was so intriguing…I can’t wait to read what else she has in store for these characters.  And I’m just getting started.  So if you’re looking for something to feed the flames of your own obsession, your current shipping (interest in the ongoing development of romance in a work of fiction) fascination, or what-have-you in the regards to the fictional world, this might be the place for you too.

Happy Reading!

 

Writing Prompt Challenge Accepted #4

CanyonLake, ThailandAs writers, we like our routine.  I’m starting to fall into one with my blog, which I like.  So, it’s Tuesday, which means a review of Writing Prompt submissions.

This week, redgypsophila of Adventures in Writing decided to try something different; writing six pieces from different perspectives to convey a variety of moods.  So far she’s posted two, and I can’t wait to read what else she has in store for us.  Take a look at this creative idea!

And don’t be shy.  If you’d like to participate, find an image I’ve posted, write/create something, and share it!  C’mon, you know you want to. 🙂

As for me, this week I didn’t accomplish much writing.  I started the framework for a tv pilot that will most likely become an enormous endeavor because it requires creating worlds, races, and all the other ingredients of a space odyssey.  Yep, too much Star Wars, Star Trek, Battlestar Galactica, Firefly, Farscape, and Doctor Who.  Luckily I have my partner in crime, my sister the Star Wars expert, to help.  It should be fun, and I’m excited about the story.  I’ll share more once I’ve developed it a bit more.

In the meantime, here’s a little more of my Dragon Age fan fiction.  Continuing on…

I could barely think clearly as pain shot through every inch of my being.  The prison had this side effect of lifting its victim mid-air while it inflicted its pain, my feet dangled pathetically just above the ground.  I would remain helpless for a short time, unable to offer support to my companions, defend myself, or even be released unless the casting mage was incapacitated mid-spell.  The pain was too intense to do anything beyond riding the waves as they ebbed and flowed.  I could barely see beyond the glimmer of the surrounding bubble of magic, so I could not tell how many enemies were present or how my companions were faring.  Surprisingly, I could just make out the form of Morrigan standing in front of me as my guardian.

Morrigan, the apostate, a powerful shape-shifting mage, hardened and mistrustful from years of the solitary existence she shared with only her mother as her companion, had become an unlikely ally.  She was honest, brutally so, and had lived a life so different from my own, that she sometimes pitied me, and I her, but we had shared a common bond, magic, and a respect for one another’s gifts, and thus the beginnings of a friendship had been born.  She was quick to react, both physically and verbally, and she was powerful, a useful instrument in a fight.  I felt her reach into the prison, trying to diffuse it, but pulling back quickly from the searing pain.  I appreciated her effort nonetheless.

The sounds of swords striking were distorted, as was Keiko’s low warning growl, and the commanding shouts of Sten and Alistair as they ordered everyone into position for defense.   There were strange sounds filling the cavern, and I could tell everyone had joined forces to fight off multiple enemies.  I felt the prison’s effect waning, the spell was nearly at an end.  I would have to react the moment it released me, having been weakened dramatically from the spell, and thus opening myself up for further attack. 

Freedom.  The moment my feet touched the ground, I sent out a shock wave to stun the surrounding enemies; it lasted just long enough for me to get my bearings and for us all to regroup.  It took a great deal out of me and I fell to the ground exhausted, but I was able to see what had decided to infiltrate our group.  Spiders.  Enormous, horrifying spiders. 

At the rear of the cavern, where it led beyond, stood a being distorted by the forest itself, a mage, perhaps once, but now a vessel for the magic of the forest.  Vines and branches entwined its legs and torso.  The skin had turned green, mostly, with hair that stood on end, twisted into a bizarre mass caked with mud and flora.  It held no staff, but called forth energy from all the life forms surrounding it.  This is what might lie in store for me here, if I dared to give into the wild, unharnessed side of my nature.  I involuntarily shivered at the prospect.

Have a great week everyone!

Open to Suggestion

Hi all!

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I am calling on my fellow bloggers – Who or what blogs do you recommend?  Offer up to me some of your favorite writing, screenwriting, geek culture, sci-fi/fantasy, history, something for an Anglophile, or anything that piques your interest blogs…I am open to suggestion.

Feel free to promote yourself! 😉

Thanks!
xx, Rach

Writing Prompt Challenge Accepted #3

ExploringI am pleased to share with you the delightful submission from fellow writer, redgypsophila for last week’s Writing Prompt entitled, Weapons of Math Instruction.  She took a fairly obvious image and wrote something completely unexpected.  Please give it a read and offer feedback.  I hope more of you will feel compelled to write and share as well, and I look forward to all the adventures we might take.

As for me, I’ve been working on a bit of fan fiction.  Yep, Dragon Age.  I started it as just part of the free writing exercise, as a way to get out of my head, but it has grown into something much more.  I wrote 900 words last night, and have spent some time today filling in the gaps and adding a little more detail.  It’s up to 2,800 words now, and I am loving every minute of it.  I have so got my geek on.

BrecilianForestCaveInspired by concept art…who would’ve thought.  I’ll probably put it into my Excerpts section when it’s completed, but for now here’s a little bit.

Excerpt

The cave was merely an entrance to a lost world.  Majestic trees with roots twice the size of Sten snaked their way upwards to the divide in the earth above.  My eyes followed their path to the Brecilian Forest overhead trying to invade this space as well.  The trees and the thick underbrush made the light that did find its way down work hard to do so.  As our eyes adjusted to our new surroundings, we were all surprised to find that this had once been a people’s home.  Perfect ruins remained intact throughout the space.  Leliana was the first to whisper how remarkable the people must have to create something so beautiful, and so remote.

The stone columns were each detailed with artwork or text.  There were clear indications that this had once been a center of activity; remnants that maybe they had left in haste.  We remained in a state of silence as we took in the scene before us, but also to listen for the rusting of its inhabitants, of which there must be some.  I grappled with the mage light* idea again, but this time thought better of it.  The space was large enough that if we did end up in a fight we could defend ourselves, spread out, and retreat if necessary.

I conjured the image of the light in my mind.  I felt the warmth of the idea spread through me towards my hands.  I clenched my left fist tight, allowing the magic and my will to bind my desire and then released the light into the air.  It hovered a few feet above me, like a halo, lighting the area around me as I moved.  Alistair’s voice cracked when he tried to break the silence.  We all shared a small laugh as he cleared his throat and tried again.  “Shall we continue?”  We all murmured our agreement.

It was Sten who took the lead then; making his way down the hazardous makeshift steps that would lead us all to the cavern floor.  He cleared the first step easily with his long stride, the same step that would require the rest of us to jump, so Alistair helped each of us proceed while Sten made sure we reached the bottom unharmed.  There it was, the simplest of gestures, the helping hand.  Alistair’s hand reached out to mine, and my eyes became fixated on the movement.  He had kind hands.  His Templar training and his short years with the Wardens had not yet embittered him.  The palms were lightly calloused from his weapon’s training, and the fingers were long and nimble.  How odd to find myself drawn to them.  I had never noticed anyone else’s hands before.  Even while in training at the Circle did I only watch the magic spread throughout a fellow mages limbs, not the physical details of them.  I felt that strange warmth again, felt it burning in my cheeks.  This would be the first contact; unlike the brushing against one another as we had in battle, my assisting him with his armor, or the binding of each other’s wounds, this would be, I don’t know, personal?

Anyone outside the Circle would never dare touch a mage.  We were something to be feared, or so the rumors and the Templars would have you believe.  And so most mages lived in isolation and fear, a fear of our own design at the ever-present threat we endured from those afraid of us.  A cycle of fear; we all feared the unknown.  In the Circle, we did not even greet one another with hugs or even handshakes, so we lived solitary existences with very little contact.  The thought that an ex-Templar would now take my hand willingly was not only laughable, but a strange and almost unheard of occurrence.  But when I looked into Alistair’s eyes, my trepidation fell away.  It was Alistair.

I looked directly into his eyes as I let my hand slide into his.  I felt each of us respond.  My blush consumed me, and I evidently passed it to him as well.  I saw the rosy glow touch his cheeks.  We shared an impish smile, while his grip tightened, and drew me closer.  I felt my feet move forward of their own volition.  I felt my body relax.  I had to wonder if it was his Templar training?  Templars had the ability to negate magic, so perhaps this is what it felt like to be neutralized.  But I didn’t truly believe that.  Could it just be…

I didn’t have a chance to finish that thought as I saw the glimmer of magic rush toward me.  Standing on the ledge, with my mage light* above me, I was a beacon, and I had been noticed.  With one hand on my staff that I was also using as a walking stick, so one end was stuck in the earth, and my other hand in Alistair’s, I could not defend myself.  I was struck, and struck hard.  Cold hard magic consumed me and I was flung backward.  I felt Alistair’s hand slip away as spasms racked my body.  The crushing prison.  I would have used that spell first myself, had I not been distracted.

Happy Writing Everyone!

*terminology from another game, need new word

My Dragon Age Obsession

DA3CUsword&ringsI am not the first to talk about this, and actually, it may appear I’m late to the party, but I’ve been focused on being helpful, and I’ve been so serious lately, that I’ve forgotten to explore some of the other things that intrigue me.  Case in point, the upcoming release of the new game in the Dragon Age series, Inquisition.  Due October 7, 2014.

I am so excited!  For those of you who don’t know this about me yet, I am obsessed with Dragon Age.  Thank you, David Gaider, creator of this fantastic world!  The original game, Origins, was the most fun I’ve had playing a game in a while, and I unabashedly admit to playing it through three times (as each different class, and every time I romanced the same character because I cannot be mean to him or refuse him, I’ve tried, but I always feel badly about it, to which my sister openly mocks me).

For those of you unfamiliar with the game, here are a few reasons why I love it –

  • It takes place in a magical medieval land
  • There are wonderful backstories and character development, and it takes time and effort to build relationships
  • There is wonderful dialogue, comedic side comments during gameplay, and multiple options for romance
  • The game encompasses issues regarding race, religion, and politics
  • You become part of a group known as the Grey Wardens, a legendary order of warriors/guardians, and due to actions within the game are one of two left in the land, and the only hope of defeating the impending threat of a demonic-type horde
  • There are multiple threats and obstacles to overcome
  • The events in this game can be uploaded to DA2 which then shapes some of the events in that world, and then those will affect the third.
  • And for a writer, all of the intricacies are a great lesson in story, character development, and world building

And this is what this obsession has done to me  – For Christmas, my sister bought me the wonderful and comprehensive compendium.  I have been inspired to write fan fiction.  I have played with the idea of getting a DA inspired tattoo (I don’t have any).  I have bought music from the soundtracks.  I have read books based on the game.  I have looked for jobs at Bioware.  There was a contest to have your voice included in the new game, and I was preparing for it, then went out of town and missed the deadline.  There was some anger for a few days.  I’m still angry.  I have looked and will eventually buy some memorabilia, i.e. a sword, tee-shirt, what-have-you, when I’m not broke.  I want to buy a PC (I use Apple) just so I can create mods (extra scenes with new dialogue, special armor, etc. that can then be inserted into the game) for the PC version of the game, which then requires I re-buy the game for PC.  I have an entire folder on my computer dedicated to DA artwork.

I can’t draw, and I am amazed by the talent on DeviantArt and their interpretations and styles.  The first two images are Alistair, the Grey Warden and travel companion my character romanced every time (and a female Warden).  The second two are Fenris from DA 2, who is a broody elf (with reason) whom my character also romanced.  I love these!  And am thankful to all the artists.

RomanticAlistair&Elf(incamp)Alistair&Lady(Disneyesque) FenrisDAII-Fenris

So here’s a little forewarning as to why I might be MIA come October. 🙂 And thank you for letting me get that off my chest.

Have a great week!

DeviantArtists: Smilika (images 1 & 4), rooster82 (#2), and  RinaCane (#3)

Escapism

Alistair&Lady(Disneyesque)Today is about escape.  I need a little break from the recent bout of insanity that has made a home for itself in my life.  As my blog is not only about writing, but fantasy and romance as well, I thought today would be a good day to just drift…

I have a minor obsession with a video game called Dragon Age.  The first game in the series is brilliant, and I will hold myself back from commenting further as this is not meant to be a review.  I Googled it and found myself on Deviant Art, a wonderful site, where artists take characters they love and create new and beautiful images (and other art, cosplay, fan fiction, etc.).  I cannot draw, and that saddens me sometimes when I see images like these.  Here are a few from DA that I wish I had on my wall:DAII-Fenris

As a writer, an image is sometimes a great way to visualize a character or place.  If you visit my Facebook page, you’ll find albums of pictures I’ve discovered that help me with each story https://www.facebook.com/RachaelCMarek/photos_albums), and give you a little insight into the types of stories I’m working on.  In each, I have one I refer to as a “touchstone”.  One image that defines the story in my mind.  Enjoy!

Artists displayed: rooster82.deviantart.com, smilika.deviantart.com, and rinacane.deviantart.com

FenrisThank you to them for their beautiful work and for giving this fangirl something more for her obsession and imagination!  I’m now inspired to escape by playing a little DA…Have a good day!