OMNIA OMNIBUS (1/?)
anonymous
August 10 2011, 20:29:06 UTC
I just can't stop writing Fenris/Anders it seems. I will keep this short since I already babbled up there, but hopefully this will ping someone else as it pinged me! Fingers crossed and systems go. ♥
His name was Varric; he didn’t look like any other dwarf Anders had ever met. Granted, Anders was no expert on dwarves. But he was almost positive they were supposed to have beards.
It was possible he had the wrong man. It wasn’t as though he’d paid much for the information-or even paid for it at all-and he wasn’t sure if this was the right place to commit a major social faux-pas, insulting a very short person by mistaking him for someone he wasn’t. Some dwarf he wasn’t. The slightest insult might incite a riot, perhaps even a downright war. Everyone in the Hanged Man was armed to the teeth; it was the finest collection of sharp knives and vulgar tattoos Anders had ever seen.
OMNIA OMNIBUS (2/?)
anonymous
August 10 2011, 20:30:21 UTC
‘The captain?’ Anders repeated. It was difficult not to look over his shoulder, thereby betraying his sudden fear that said eccentric individual would be among these men and women, all of whom were currently fondling their weapons-as though each had a secret recipe for barbecued mage they were just dying to try out.
‘…Is on the ship with the rest of his crew,’ Varric said. He squinted, heavy brow lowering over his eyes. ‘Listen, Blondie, if you’re yanking my chain for the free drinks, you might as well come clean now. I’ll cut my losses, head back to The Champion, and chalk this one up to minor disappointment on all sides.’
His chair scraped against the floor, and Anders’s panic splintered at last, straight through his desire for secrecy. ‘No-don’t do that. I need a ship to take me to the Gallows. Yes, the Gallows. It’s real. There: I said it. You’ve had it out of me at last. And if you’ve heard of it, then you know what riches await you there. Like, for example, The Book of Justice
( ... )
OMNIA OMNIBUS (3/?)
anonymous
August 10 2011, 20:32:05 UTC
‘You sure don’t know anything about sailing, do you?’ Varric asked, stopping in the midst of a whistled tune to make Anders feel small indeed. ‘Those’re all flash. Pretty, sure-if you like style over substance. But all that paint just covers up what they don’t have, if you know what I’m saying.’
‘Oh good,’ Anders said. ‘The time-honored sailor tradition of comparing one’s ship to a woman begins already, does it?’
Varric didn’t miss a beat-though he did step nimbly over a rotting plank, one Anders narrowly avoided plunging his foot straight through. ‘Who said anything about women? Now here we are. And that’s what I call a ship.’
‘That,’ Anders said, eyeing it warily. Varric’s look of beatific adoration only seemed to make The Champion look even smaller, and even less impressive.
It was as anti-climactic an introduction as any Anders could have imagined-or rather, hadn’t imagined, when in his mind’s eye he’d seen the proud prow gleaming beneath the setting sun, above the glittering water. The Champion, in comparison, was a scruffy
( ... )
OMNIA OMNIBUS (4/?)
anonymous
August 10 2011, 20:34:09 UTC
‘You won’t get any argument from me on that point,’ Varric said. ‘Except I know how you hate to be second in anything.’
Anders didn’t want to stare, but he couldn’t look away, either. He hurried after Varric, who was clearly so used to this routine by now that he paid it no mind. The gangplank creaked ominously under Anders’s weight, the thin wood flexing as he crossed from the safety of the dock onto the relative unknown, the unremarkable deck of The Champion.
He’d hoped that its outward appearance might have been an illusion-a dismal sham meant to put off pirates and raiders and lawmen alike by making the ship only look as shabby as possible-but upon boarding, it became clear that wasn’t the case. The Champion was completely functional, just with none of the polish and trappings Anders had seen on the majestic merchant vessels lining the docks.
‘I know that look,’ Isabela said, coming up behind Anders and setting a jeweled hand on his shoulder. ‘But don’t you dare judge her before you’ve seen her in action.’ Swiftly, before
( ... )
OMNIA OMNIBUS (5/?)
anonymous
August 10 2011, 20:35:22 UTC
‘It’s probably best if you stop talking,’ Hawke suggested. ‘Varric here’s the chatty one. We’ve already got that covered.’
‘Ah,’ Anders said, three-quarters choked and one-quarter strangled. ‘I take your point.’
‘They always do.’ Varric shuffled up behind them, far too comfortable on-deck for any normal dwarf. ‘It’s nothing personal, Blondie. Hawke’s as heartless as they come.’
‘And trust me,’ Isabela called from the rigging, ‘I’ve tried to find that heart myself. Countless times.’
‘Good thing she found something else,’ Varric concluded. ‘Otherwise she’d get grumpy.Anders swallowed again, throat as dry as the stretch of beach in the coves beyond. He waited for Hawke to crack a smile-the wicked flash of white teeth against his black beard, the moment that preceded every one of his grand adventures-but it never came. Varric cleared his throat against his cupped hand, and Hawke continued to inspect Anders like a bit of shriveled flotsam sloshed up on deck, just before he called for a cabin boy to wash it overboard
( ... )
OMNIA OMNIBUS (6/?)
anonymous
August 10 2011, 20:37:03 UTC
A legend who didn’t seem to like Anders much, for that matter.
‘The Gallows,’ Hawke muttered under his breath. He brushed over the far edge of the map with sun-cracked fingers, tugging pensively at the corner of his beard with his other hand. It was current consensus that the Gallows did exist-just too far away, too riddled with arcane scars, to make the trip worth the trouble. Not until there was specific incentive, like confirmation the Book of Justice was currently residing there. And confirmation was what Anders had in spades. With directions, to boot. ‘I’ve never charted such a wicked course
( ... )
OMNIA OMNIBUS (7/?)
anonymous
August 10 2011, 20:38:56 UTC
‘I see,’ Fenris said, his voice rich and deep-at once exactly like Anders had always imagined it, while at the same time surpassing all his expectations. ‘I will ready the others. And I will avoid telling Isabela, lest she get any…ideas.’
‘Ah, Fenris,’ Hawke said. ‘You know just what I like to hear.’
‘Qunari territory?’ Anders asked again, clarifying his point of contention. Perhaps they hadn’t heard him. Perhaps they hadn’t realized what he meant.
‘It won’t be easy,’ Hawke continued, rising as he spoke, and sweeping the map up one-handed as he went. Anders reached after it-he’d meant to keep it, as collateral-but just like that, it was gone. ‘Treacherous waters, ample competition, ruthless enemies, the elements against us-nothing we haven’t sailed through before, of course, but it’s never auspicious when your course starts off with qunari dreadnoughts, now is it?’
‘You care little for omens,’ Fenris said. ‘Ill or otherwise.’
No, Anders thought. Of course not.In his experience, there were two sorts of people in Thedas: those
( ... )
OMNIA OMNIBUS (8/?)
anonymous
August 10 2011, 20:40:02 UTC
The possibility was a comforting one. Anders held it selfishly close, while at the same time doing his best not to feel like a stray house-fly being batted between a cat’s paws
( ... )
OMNIA OMNIBUS (8b/?)
anonymous
August 10 2011, 20:42:36 UTC
Beyond them-members of the crew he recognized from the stories, and those who’d never factored in beyond the general crowd, a cabin-boy here and a cutthroat there hired on to make the work go double-time-the sun was setting over the water, and beyond that, qunari dreadnoughts awaited them.
‘There is much work to be done,’ Fenris said. Anders opened his mouth, readying a jaunty reply, until he realized, with a sudden clap of self-awareness, that Fenris hadn’t been talking to him.
Who he had been talking to, however, was less clear. Perhaps he was only talking to himself. He was gone in an instant, not quite disappearing amidst his fellows, and Anders folded his arms over his chest, fresh sea breeze rifling through his hair and coat-feathers, cooling the faint, damp sweat on the back of his neck.
This kind of lifestyle was supposedly healthy. It put hair on a man’s chest. But all Anders could think about was the last time he’d traveled by boat-hidden as a stowaway amidst Orlesian contraband, spending a full two weeks surrounded by
( ... )
Re: OMNIA OMNIBUS (8b/?)
anonymous
August 10 2011, 22:43:59 UTC
Omg this is so exciting! I love the fresh take on Hawke and the companions. Not that familiar with Sinbad lore, but I do love me some seafaring tales. I'll be watching this for more.
Re: OMNIA OMNIBUS (8b/?)
anonymous
August 10 2011, 22:50:56 UTC
Yum yum, pirate Fenders! You sold me on the concept alone, but it's no surprise that your execution is pretty much flawless. I'll be looking forward to more of The Champion's adventures.
Re: OMNIA OMNIBUS (8b/?)
anonymous
August 10 2011, 22:55:58 UTC
Followed the link to this glorious prompt, as I so often do these days. I love the idea of a heartless!Captain Hawke. Shocking that Isabela lets anyone else have that title.
If you want to keep filling every other day, then I'll gladly read it all!
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The dwarf was waiting in the Hanged Man.
His name was Varric; he didn’t look like any other dwarf Anders had ever met. Granted, Anders was no expert on dwarves. But he was almost positive they were supposed to have beards.
It was possible he had the wrong man. It wasn’t as though he’d paid much for the information-or even paid for it at all-and he wasn’t sure if this was the right place to commit a major social faux-pas, insulting a very short person by mistaking him for someone he wasn’t. Some dwarf he wasn’t. The slightest insult might incite a riot, perhaps even a downright war. Everyone in the Hanged Man was armed to the teeth; it was the finest collection of sharp knives and vulgar tattoos Anders had ever seen.
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‘…Is on the ship with the rest of his crew,’ Varric said. He squinted, heavy brow lowering over his eyes. ‘Listen, Blondie, if you’re yanking my chain for the free drinks, you might as well come clean now. I’ll cut my losses, head back to The Champion, and chalk this one up to minor disappointment on all sides.’
His chair scraped against the floor, and Anders’s panic splintered at last, straight through his desire for secrecy. ‘No-don’t do that. I need a ship to take me to the Gallows. Yes, the Gallows. It’s real. There: I said it. You’ve had it out of me at last. And if you’ve heard of it, then you know what riches await you there. Like, for example, The Book of Justice ( ... )
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‘Oh good,’ Anders said. ‘The time-honored sailor tradition of comparing one’s ship to a woman begins already, does it?’
Varric didn’t miss a beat-though he did step nimbly over a rotting plank, one Anders narrowly avoided plunging his foot straight through. ‘Who said anything about women? Now here we are. And that’s what I call a ship.’
‘That,’ Anders said, eyeing it warily. Varric’s look of beatific adoration only seemed to make The Champion look even smaller, and even less impressive.
It was as anti-climactic an introduction as any Anders could have imagined-or rather, hadn’t imagined, when in his mind’s eye he’d seen the proud prow gleaming beneath the setting sun, above the glittering water. The Champion, in comparison, was a scruffy ( ... )
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Anders didn’t want to stare, but he couldn’t look away, either. He hurried after Varric, who was clearly so used to this routine by now that he paid it no mind. The gangplank creaked ominously under Anders’s weight, the thin wood flexing as he crossed from the safety of the dock onto the relative unknown, the unremarkable deck of The Champion.
He’d hoped that its outward appearance might have been an illusion-a dismal sham meant to put off pirates and raiders and lawmen alike by making the ship only look as shabby as possible-but upon boarding, it became clear that wasn’t the case. The Champion was completely functional, just with none of the polish and trappings Anders had seen on the majestic merchant vessels lining the docks.
‘I know that look,’ Isabela said, coming up behind Anders and setting a jeweled hand on his shoulder. ‘But don’t you dare judge her before you’ve seen her in action.’ Swiftly, before ( ... )
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‘Ah,’ Anders said, three-quarters choked and one-quarter strangled. ‘I take your point.’
‘They always do.’ Varric shuffled up behind them, far too comfortable on-deck for any normal dwarf. ‘It’s nothing personal, Blondie. Hawke’s as heartless as they come.’
‘And trust me,’ Isabela called from the rigging, ‘I’ve tried to find that heart myself. Countless times.’
‘Good thing she found something else,’ Varric concluded. ‘Otherwise she’d get grumpy.Anders swallowed again, throat as dry as the stretch of beach in the coves beyond. He waited for Hawke to crack a smile-the wicked flash of white teeth against his black beard, the moment that preceded every one of his grand adventures-but it never came. Varric cleared his throat against his cupped hand, and Hawke continued to inspect Anders like a bit of shriveled flotsam sloshed up on deck, just before he called for a cabin boy to wash it overboard ( ... )
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‘The Gallows,’ Hawke muttered under his breath. He brushed over the far edge of the map with sun-cracked fingers, tugging pensively at the corner of his beard with his other hand. It was current consensus that the Gallows did exist-just too far away, too riddled with arcane scars, to make the trip worth the trouble. Not until there was specific incentive, like confirmation the Book of Justice was currently residing there. And confirmation was what Anders had in spades. With directions, to boot. ‘I’ve never charted such a wicked course ( ... )
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‘Ah, Fenris,’ Hawke said. ‘You know just what I like to hear.’
‘Qunari territory?’ Anders asked again, clarifying his point of contention. Perhaps they hadn’t heard him. Perhaps they hadn’t realized what he meant.
‘It won’t be easy,’ Hawke continued, rising as he spoke, and sweeping the map up one-handed as he went. Anders reached after it-he’d meant to keep it, as collateral-but just like that, it was gone. ‘Treacherous waters, ample competition, ruthless enemies, the elements against us-nothing we haven’t sailed through before, of course, but it’s never auspicious when your course starts off with qunari dreadnoughts, now is it?’
‘You care little for omens,’ Fenris said. ‘Ill or otherwise.’
No, Anders thought. Of course not.In his experience, there were two sorts of people in Thedas: those ( ... )
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‘There is much work to be done,’ Fenris said. Anders opened his mouth, readying a jaunty reply, until he realized, with a sudden clap of self-awareness, that Fenris hadn’t been talking to him.
Who he had been talking to, however, was less clear. Perhaps he was only talking to himself. He was gone in an instant, not quite disappearing amidst his fellows, and Anders folded his arms over his chest, fresh sea breeze rifling through his hair and coat-feathers, cooling the faint, damp sweat on the back of his neck.
This kind of lifestyle was supposedly healthy. It put hair on a man’s chest. But all Anders could think about was the last time he’d traveled by boat-hidden as a stowaway amidst Orlesian contraband, spending a full two weeks surrounded by ( ... )
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Ever since you mentioned doing a Sinbad AU I've been looking forward to this. Ah!
My feelings. Let me tell you about them. They are happy, delighted, excited, and amazed.
I can't wait to be transported again to the decks of The Champion. Your ability to spin these AUs leaves me flabbergasted every time.
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Cheers to you, anon! Straight from one AU into another? Color me impressed.
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As it is, I'll remain your adoring lurker. ♥
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If you want to keep filling every other day, then I'll gladly read it all!
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