It’s Wednesday, again…are you ready to take the Writing Prompt Challenge?
I’m hoping to write a few flash fiction pieces myself this week, so come join me!
I look forward to seeing your creations!
Happy Writing!
So in my absence and “sticking my head in the sand” I have neglected one of my favorite topics, Dragon Age. For those of you who are new to my rambles, I have a particular fascination with the game series, some might call it an “obsession”, I would almost call it that myself, except I saw this…
…and I felt a lot better about it. 🙂
I started this series some time ago, here’s Part I and Part II. I’ve decided to write Part III on the companions, the merry band of misfits you recruit to join your cause. I was trying to go in order of how one might proceed through the game, so perhaps this one should be about story, but Dragon Age is currently amidst a March Madness-type narrowing down of favorite characters to create The Dragon Age Ultimate Party, so I felt this was appropriate. My choices, just FYI, are The Warden from Origins as the leader along with Alistair for the warrior, Varric from DA2 for the rogue, and Dorian from Inquisition for the mage. #DAUltimateParty
So before I discuss the companions, of which I won’t go into too much, because “Spoilers”. Any Doctor Who fans out there? 😉 Here are a few of the pros and cons. In the two previous games certain actions were only available after a character “liked” you enough. Their approval allowed for romance options and loyalty. There was gift giving available and specific tokens for individuals, in addition to personal quests that would garner favor. A bar on their character profile page gave you some indication of your friendship with them, but that disappeared in Inquisition. At first it really bothered me, because how am I supposed to know if someone likes me enough?! But this is more true to life. The “so-and-so approves” or “greatly disapproves” text still pops up, so your only indication of character favor is based on how many times you’ve seen your favorite agree or disagree with your choices.
Also out for the majority of conversations is the positive, negative, or sarcastic indicator that allows you to choose how you would like to respond. The Sis saves before every. single. conversation. which allows her to see the results of each conversation option and its effects. She wastes a lot of time doing this, but she also probably has a better understanding overall. I will, on the other hand, play the first time through just as I want. As I always play “nice” when a character’s morality is measured, it’s fairly easy for me to distinguish what my character would say. In all of the games, this wins favor with some while others find my do-gooder behavior tiresome.
In keeping with the idea of conversation, there’s lots of it! This is something I truly appreciate, and Dragon Age as a series has never failed in this. You can make quite a bit of conversation while in camp, but one of the best additions was the added supplementary conversations while you’re just walking around. I became rather partial to who I kept in my party because of this; Dorian, Blackwall, and Sera seemed to be the most talkative and some of the things they talked about…so much fun!
I’ve started playing the Mass Effect series, also from Bioware, and with the confirmation of a game 4 due out next year, I’m hoping they take a cue from Dragon Age in regards to the romances; conversations, scenes, options. With Inquisition, Bioware raised the bar. Romance options are not only based on race, but also sexual orientation. In the previous games, there were characters that could be romanced specifically by either a male or female lead, some by both, but this time around, there were more lines drawn. Dorian is gay, as is Sera. Solas can only be romanced by a female elf. Commander Cullen, an NPC, is (luckily) a romance option who can only be wooed by a female human or elf. This approach, in addition to creating a transgendered character found in Iron Bull’s party, has garnered Bioware a great deal of praise and plenty of accolades including a Special Recognition Award from GLAAD.
Here is the lineup: Your advisors are Leliana, Josephine, and Cullen, all NPCs, but of which two are romance options. I would include Cassandra, a warrior, as well since she’s with you from the very start and initiates the Inquisition. Along your travels you can recruit the following: Varric – a dwarven rogue, Solas – an elven mage, Blackwall – a human warrior, Iron Bull – a Qunari warrior, Dorian – a human mage, Sera – an elven rogue, Vivienne – a human mage, and Cole…he’s a bit of a complicated rogue.
What you’ll realize is that these characters are 3-dimensional, and this is a great lesson for us storytellers! There is diversity, and passion, and spirit, and those make for good characters in any medium.
As I’ve rambled, yet again, I’ll wrap it up. Goodness, I almost need to do another post on this topic alone. The politics in the game surround a mage/templar conflict. The companions you recruit all have their own backstory and ideas on how this problem should be resolved. Because of this conflict, I chose to play my first time through as a female human mage. Most characters and even NPCs will have their viewpoints and will treat you accordingly until you “win” them over. There’s fear and skepticism, conflicting religious ideology, political intrigue, and so much more. As you move forward, making decisions, and influencing the people around you, you will find that this is a fully fleshed out world where your choices have consequences and can shape the world around you. Again I say, “It is so much fun!”
If you decide to play and want to know your romance options, here’s a guide from IGN.
I hope you all had a wonderful weekend!
It’s Writing Prompt Wednesday!
I started the prompts as a way to help other writers find inspiration, but I have found I enjoy the escape they provide as well. I’ve written 20 flash fiction pieces so far, and truly hope you find them useful as well as interesting.
This week’s prompt could be seen in a number of ways, and I look forward to seeing what you create!
I kept the promise I made to myself and wrote a couple of flash fiction pieces. I used them as a warm-up exercise as I pushed past that third act hurdle I have been struggling with…
The Sis made note that I always set up the story without any follow through; she wants to know more, which I appreciate. I suppose I could work on that, but I write about what the image entails, and with 200 words (or less) it’s hard to get into the story much beyond that. I hope you enjoy anyway. 🙂
Lost
The cavern smelled of death and rot, of days long since passed. Her nose twitched and she winced in response. A cool breeze wafted through swirling her hair about her and with it came expectation. The months of visions had all led her to this moment, and she could feel the vindication welling in her chest. There was light illuminating the cave before her, and she stood up at the bow of the small rowboat eager to see what would reveal itself beyond. She knew it was there.
The few sailors she had aligned herself with rowed a bit faster and she held the lantern up a bit higher. The edge of the cave was like an open mouth; jagged rocks reached upward and hung menacingly from above. She held her breath as her eyes adjusted to the light and then she gasped. There she was. The prized Jewel. She had long been lost, but no longer.
I couldn’t remember how we had arrived in this place. I was upon my back, everything ached, and as I looked around I found my companions in similar positions upon the ground around me. Nothing was as it should be; the sky was yellow, the trees beheld faces, and the air smelled of ash. I winced with each movement as I rose to my feet. That was when I was able to take in our surroundings more fully.
There was a tower of sorts that held a world within it; starry sky, a sea of clouds, and a beautiful sunrise in the distance. It clearly held a more sinister purpose as I noticed the trail of blood leading inward from the stairs. The tower was taller than any structure I had ever encountered before, and it appeared as if there were people on the ramparts above. I had the distinct uneasy feeling that they were watching us. Along with the doorway cut into the sky itself on one side and a castle alight with an inferno on the other, my mind reeled. I drew my sword and took an unsteady step forward.
Happy Writing!
As many of you know by now, I love history and lost worlds, and when I found this image, of course I was immediately intrigued. A little Goonies reference perhaps? I fully intend to write a couple flash fictions this week based on the images I’ve posted recently, so remember to share what you create as well! I look forward to seeing your imaginations at work!
Happy Writing!
Last week sort of passed me by and I didn’t even realize I hadn’t posted a Writing Prompt until Friday. My apologies to those who find them helpful or just interesting. I’ve been pin happy on Pinterest, so you can click the link to the right (or here) to see all the new stuff happening over there for more inspiration.
For my new friends, if you’d like to see some of the prompts I’ve posted in the past, there are a few highlighted on my page to the right, or you can type in Writing Prompt into the search bar to see all the others and join in the Writing Prompt Challenge fun!
I can’t wait to see what you come up for this one. I found this image so interesting. Remember to link your stories or share below so we can all enjoy!
Happy Writing!
I have to admit that the few times I’ve actually had the chance to sit in front of my computer, I lollygagged. It was refreshing to be able to sit and do what I wanted.*
I have been desperate to get back to writing, and although I have found myself easily distracted, as I recently stated, this non-writing thing is nonsense, so…Writing Prompt Challenge Accepted!
It’s never too late to join in the fun! 🙂
The first one is inspired by Pride & Prejudice: Unworthy
He felt he had been riding for hours. His legs burned and the poor animal beneath him had finally slowed its pace as it drew nearer to the familiar landscape of his home. Taking a deep breath he dismounted and walked the horse at a leisurely pace towards the stone bridge he had always found solace upon. His father had stood there with him in his youth, regaling him with stories of their family and their duty. He now stood upon it alone, and he needed his father’s counsel more than ever. It was hard for him to admit that he knew he was unworthy of her love; he had done nothing to encourage her affection, but he had been foolhardy enough to believe his title and income would be enough to entreat her to consider his proposal. Her affection would grow over time. Wasn’t that the way it happened? He knew there was something different about her; it was what had drawn his attention in the first place, and he had surprised even himself with the depth of his regard for her, but now he had to consider the possibility of a life without her, and that was something he hadn’t been prepared for.
The Lock
They had immediately been drawn to one another, despite their circumstances. The flirtation had started innocently enough, but with each subsequent encounter their passion grew. There were too many opportunities to be thrown together, and it wasn’t long before the lingering glances across the crowded ballroom, the brushes of hands in passing, and even the stolen kisses in dark corners became insufficient to satiate the consuming hunger. It was then that war came, and their separation became inevitable. The pang that ripped at their heart strings was enough to compel them to enjoy whatever moments they could together in the hopes it would bond them eternally and bring them back together at some point in the future, of this life or the next.
They met in secret in an unused room, away from prying eyes, surprised at the ease of their deception. She arrived first, her breathing staggered in anticipation. When the door slowly opened and he appeared, they were in each other’s arms in an instant, his hand lingering on the lock as he enveloped her in passionate embrace.
Intrigue
Despite the lingering fog, the night was warm. The river’s silent invitation persuaded her to peel off her hose and take off her shoes to dangle her toes in the cool water while she waited. She sat there in the eerie silence watching as the fog continued to roll in and eat the end of the bridge until it disappeared into nothing. A wasteland could lie beyond, and it did, but on a night like tonight it was impossible to know.
She recounted every time they had met here while a faint smile full of fond memories tugged at the corners of her mouth. It wasn’t supposed to have been like this. She would probably be branded a traitor, but war was a funny thing to those on the ground. His large frame cracked the veil, the golden glow from the lights enveloping him as he moved forward. She should leave, but found herself rooted to the spot, the fog moving in closer even now – perhaps it was an omen. The thought caused a lump to form and she swallowed hard.
I hope you are all well and continuing towards your goals!
Don’t forget to share your writings if you’ve been inspired.
*This is a reference to my sweat-shop inspired job. That’s a story for another day.
So in keeping with my goals of getting back on track, I offer you the following image for this week’s Writing Prompt. I have really missed these…and I can’t wait to see what you create!
For those of you unfamiliar with the purpose of the prompt, I find what I think are interesting pictures, post them, then ask you to share whatever you create from the inspiration I hope you find in it. I also share my own writing; short stories that I like to call flash fiction – under 200 words with little thought or editing. And I fully plan on writing a few this week, because this non-writing thing is nonsense. 😉
Happy Writing!
It’s been a while, I know, and I have missed this part of my blog. I like finding images I hope you’ll find inspiring, and when I decided to take up the Writing Prompt Challenges myself, I was encouraged to continue…and here we are, No# 40.
I’ve been doing some soul searching the past few days as I lost one of my dearest friends on Thursday. We had been friends 25 years and since my moving back to Las Vegas, we had talked about getting together and reuniting our old group of friends, but just hadn’t made it happen. I was taken aback on Friday morning when I popped on Facebook for a quick minute before doing work and the top post was in regards to his passing. It hit me hard, and really got me thinking about life in general. I suppose that’s natural when someone dies unexpectedly.
Tomorrow isn’t promised. We shouldn’t wait to do the things we want. Everyday is a new beginning to make changes. Appreciate the ones you love. Find your passion.
So you may be wondering what this has to do with my writing prompt. I’ve been slacking. I’ve lost my passion for my writing, and I’m blaming a job, and the fact that we’re still staying with my friend because we haven’t found a place to live. I don’t have my normal routine, things are sort of chaotic, and hence my writing has been relegated to the furthest recesses of my mind. I don’t even think about it most days, and that is sad. I’m not going to get philosophical, but my friend’s death did put some things into perspective for me, and (more) changes are coming.
So in my continuing effort to get back on track it’s time to start writing again and rekindle my love! Here is this week’s prompt that will hopefully inspire –
I wish you all well, my friends!