A Mage's Tale-Epilogue
The trumpets blared as the colorful banners gently flapped in the breeze tainted with the acrid smell of smoke that still lingered from the battle that nearly destroyed Denerim. The atmosphere was celebratory as Alistair confidently walked up the steps towards the throne and the crown awaiting him. Alistair had proven his worth after he imprisoned Anora for conspiring against Cailin with her now deceased father Loghain who Alistair had executed in front of all those in attendance at the Landsmeet. He had kept Anora alive in case he did not survive the battle with the Archdemon, a merciful act that assured the people of Ferelden that he indeed had their best interests at heart.
Everyone stood assembled jostling one another to witness the new king taking his rightful place upon the throne. Everyone that is, except one person who stood concealed behind a large pillar trying to stay out of view. A pack was on her back with
DAO: Alistair's Proposal I roll over and study the woman sleeping next to me, smiling as I brush a strand of hair off her cheek. Maker, I love this woman. Tonight marks a turning point in our relationship. For the first time ever, we're sharing a bed. I mean an actual bed, not a tent in the forest. It makes us almost respectable, I think.DAO: Alistair's Proposal9 months ago in Romance More Like This
We're in Denerim, spending the night at Arl Eamon's estate instead of making camp outside the city. I must say, the quarters we've been given this time are a huge improvement over the kennels where I stayed as a boy. I'm not sure if the upgrade is due to me sharing them with Teyrn Cousland's only daughter or the fact that I'll supposedly become king after tomorrow's landsmeet. Perhaps a bit of both.
We've been through a lot, Angel and I. It's been nearly a year since I first saw her in Ostagar, a year full of triumphs and losses, and looking back I wouldn't change a thing. Okay, maybe the unnecessary deaths of all of Ferel
Shifting Paradigms - Chapter 1Shifting Paradigms - Chapter 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Shifting Paradigms: The Definition of Nobility
Title: Shifting Paradigms: The Definition of Nobility - Chapter 1 Origins
Game: Dragon Age: Origins
Characters: Myranda Cousland, Bryce Cousland, Rendon Howe, Duncan, Roland Gilmore, Nan, Baby, Eleanor Cousland, Fergus Cousland, Oriana Cousland, Oren Cousland
Disclaimer: Dragon Age and all characters from it belong to Bioware. Except for Myranda. She's mine.
Chapter 1: Origins
It is neither wealth nor splendor; but tranquility and occupation which give you happiness."
Myranda Cousland pushed open one of the side doors to the Great Hall quietly so as not to interrupt the two men talking inside. She stood inside the doorway for a few moments, emerald green eyes blinking as she tried to acclimate them to the gloom of the Hall after the bright sunshine. When her eyes
Dragon Age: Progeny Ch. 40"They'll be safer here," Teagan assured Alistair as he led his nephew through the narrow entrance of the Bann's modest Denerim manor. Easily lost at the edge of the royal quarter among the more opulent estates, it was two stories of gray stone and steep slate roof. Flickering light danced behind a handful of windows open to relieve the heat of the day, tones of filtered sepia spilling into the courtyard. "We waited until darkness to move them, and used decoys."Dragon Age: Progeny Ch. 404 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"How many?" Alistair asked, and was instantly relieved that Teagan didn't take offense to his sharp query. The man was intent on putting Alistair at ease; if his calm, assured demeanor wasn't pronouncement enough, the house guards visible in every shadow and corridor were. Teagan was taking no chances. Even so, Alistair couldn't shake his wariness.
Several of Soraya's would-be assassins survived. The men refused to speak, even when Morrigan's interrogation methods made everyone else but Alistair leave the room; he knew who was b
Dragon Age: Progeny Ch. 4Leliana and Morrigan headed south to the Korcari Wilds, while Zevran and Soraya headed west, leaving a trail toward the Frostback Mountains for the templars to follow. The weather turned cold, and paired with Ferelden's annual rainy season, it wasn't long before Soraya was slowed down by a head cold.Dragon Age: Progeny Ch. 45 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Zevran cursed in Antivan, longing for the sunshine of fairer lands as rain fell and wind battered them morning, noon and night. Daylight faded quickly in the ever present, gray gloom, and camping was miserable. He felt as though he had not been completely dry for days, and the smell of wet mabari permeated everything.
He heard coughing several paces behind him and turned. Soraya came up the trail, walking as though her feet weighed as much as the warm aravel they had left behind in the Brecilian Forest two weeks before. Frowning, the Antivan doubled back, pausing as the mage folded in half, coughing again as she steadied herself against Rontu.
"You are not well," Zevran murmured as he came
Dragon Age: Progeny Ch. 33Alissa clung to Deynah's hand as they traveled through the slum's web of narrow, dark alleyways. Taeva trotted at their heels, alternately shaking the storm from her fur and bristling and growling softly at shadows. Anders led them, checking the path ahead; Jowan walked scant paces behind them, ensuring they weren't followed.Dragon Age: Progeny Ch. 334 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The wind was at their backs, cold and wet, and the girl felt driving rain pelt her shoulders through the wool blanket that served as her cloak. Water rushed at her feet, and it wasn't long before her shoes were soaked through and squelching with every step, but she went with the lady chamberlain without complaint. Anders had assured her that they did not have far to go and that a warm fire awaited them.
A promise of comfort cheered her less than the thought that she might see her mother again soon, but no one had promised her that. Even so, excitement and hope sang along every nerve that, perhaps, this long ordeal might be over. Soraya would come for her, and they
Dragon Age: Alistair Chapter One "You must be Alistair," says a female voice from behind me, tinged with amusement. I just delivered the Reverend Mother's message to the mage in the way most likely to entertain myself. It seems someone else shares my sense of humor. I turn around to share the joke with whoever it is and immediately lose all ability to speak. Or think. Or, for a moment there, breathe. Maker's breath, she's stunning! She has long brown hair, grey-blue eyes, and curves to die for(since I left the Chantry I've discovered I like curves quite a bit). She's not very tall, she only comes up to my chin, and her skin is just a touch darker than mine. I'm in heaven. Until I realize I've been standing here all this time not saying anything. Idiot! Say something!Dragon Age: Alistair Chapter One1 year ago in Romance More Like This
"You know, one good thing about the blight is how it brings people together." Nice one genius. Now you'll be lucky to get her name. But to my surprise she laughs.
"I know exactly what you mean." Sweet Andraste, did
Kitiara: After the FadeAfter the FadeKitiara: After the Fade4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Dinner was quiet around the campfire; everyone seemed to be absorbed in their own thoughts. Kit nodded at Wynne. "Thank you, Wynne; that was delicious."
The elderly mage chuckled. "It was just stew, dear. And you provided the rabbits, so you're just as worthy of compliments as I am."
"Ah, but the preparation is the thing, is it not?" Morrigan interjected. "Rabbits are most plentiful and so often our staple fare, but if I had to down Alistair's 'cooking' one more time..." she paused, obviously waiting for Alistair to retort in one of their constant word duels.
Kit glanced at the warrior. He seemed oblivious to Morrigan's jab, in fact to them all. He sat looking into his half-empty bowl, obviously far away in his thoughts.
Sten eyed the bowl in Alistair's hands. "If you are not hungry, food should not go to waste."
Alistair looked up. "Huh? Oh... yeah, sure, here." He handed the bowl to Sten, who wasted no time polishing it off. Kit shook her head in bemusement. The qunari
Dragon Age: Progeny Ch. 2"Where is the Grey Warden?" Zevran asked Morrigan. The mage was sitting on the steps outside a land ship in the Dalish encampment. They had been here almost a month, and rainy season had set in. The camp elder insisted that two of the aravelle's being used for storage be cleared out one for Zevran, another for the three women and made comfortable to accommodate them during their stay.Dragon Age: Progeny Ch. 25 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The dark clouds had parted, temporarily allowing the sun to shine through. Rainbows faded in and out of view, and Dalish children were playing in the puddles, laughing and screaming. Zevran made a wry face, expecting that at any moment they wouldn't be the only ones screaming as their mothers saw them all muddy and wet.
"Try the stream, Zevran," Morrigan suggested. "She likes to be near the water when she's ... meditating."
"Brooding? Again?" he asked, then sighed.
Morrigan gave an elegant shrug. "You know how she is."
"I believe a pleasant distraction is called for," he winked.
"Have a care
Dragon Age: Progeny Ch. 28"You're summoning the Landsmeet?" Anora demanded as she rushed into Alistair's chambers, a confiscated missive fluttering from one hand and an agitated courier in her wake.Dragon Age: Progeny Ch. 284 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The King was seated at a broad, scarred desk that had been his father's, a patch of morning sunlight streaming into his office. After several days of rain, it was a welcome presence, but it did nothing to brighten the Queen's mood as she stood scowling only several paces away from him.
Without looking up, Alistair affixed a wax seal to a roll of vellum and handed it to one of the twin boys who were his faithful squires. Anora could never tell them apart, not that she cared to take the time to. Their mother, a prominent noble of Waking Sea, had supported Alistair in the Landsmeet that saw the execution of her father.
"Take this downstairs to the courier for Highever. And no dawdling near the kitchen hoping for a handout, Kev. We've got more of these to send out."
"I'll return directly, your majesty," the lad promised
Dragon Age: Progeny Ch. 36Soraya awoke to the sound of tentative fingers stroking lute strings.Dragon Age: Progeny Ch. 364 years ago in Drama More Like This
The tones began hesitant, halting. There was a pause as an invisible hand made some adjustment with the tuning pegs, a strumming to test the open notes. Then, a ripple of music drifted through the room.
She listened, eyes slowly blinking open, then closing again as she reacquainted them to daylight. The last time she remembered being awake, she was had been startled by the sound of whimpering her own as Morrigan and Leliana cut her blood-stiffened clothes from her body and cleansed her skin. They crooned acknowledgement of her discomfort and reassurance that it would be over soon. Soraya remembered very little after that: Faces flashed through her vision, brief and blurred, and toneless voices droned like sun-struck bees through the fog of her awareness.
Soft humming soon accompanied the lute, and Soraya was swathed in a warm calm. The tune and the voice Leliana's were familiar. Her memory
Dragon Age: Progeny Ch. 24"Slow and steady," Master Wade instructed, watching as Methys pumped the bellows for the forge. "That's it. Good."Dragon Age: Progeny Ch. 244 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The child quickly tucked a strand of dark hair that had fallen into her amber-and-moss-colored eyes behind her ear, small brows knitting with concentration. "It's a lot harder than it looks," she grunted. Her cheeks were pink from the heat of the forge and her exertions.
"And you're doing a splendid job, Methys," the armor smith encouraged, adding another shovel-full of charcoal. He bent to examine the forge's interior, nodding as he gauged the progress of the glowing coals. They were becoming an even, deep orange color. "Keep at it."
There was a soft thump of footfalls on the ceiling, a groan of floorboards overhead. The child shot Wade a questioning look, and the smith wrinkled his nose at her to make her smile. Herren had gone to the upstairs apartment shortly before midday, and he was making as much noise as a bronto.
The stairs creaked as Herren descended, bearing a t
Dragon Age: Progeny Ch. 38Alistair leaned over the marble washbasin and dipped his straight razor into the steaming water. With a sigh, he stared into the mirror, the bottom half of his face covered in lather. He felt a fleeting, wistful longing for the beard Anora had persuaded him to grow; it would have spared him the daily annoyance of shaving.Dragon Age: Progeny Ch. 384 years ago in Drama More Like This
His reflection broke into a wry grin as he lifted the razor to his neck and began, the motions of razor to neck, razor to basin becoming fluid, monotonous. Alissa told him that she preferred his new look, and how could he refuse his daughter anything?
By now, the Landsmeet was assembling in the great hall, and he was going to be late. Something deeply ingrained by his templar training demanded that he be prompt, but Deynah had given him a gentle shove toward his bath chamber, assuring him, as she always did, that he was the King and that it was customary for kings to make a grand entrance after everyone else had arrived.
It was more than that, he knew. Her face
Shifting Paradigms - Chapter 15: Part OneShifting Paradigms - Chapter 15: Part One3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Shifting Paradigms: The Definition of Nobility
Title: Shifting Paradigms: The Definition of Nobility - Chapter 15 Dreaming
Game: Dragon Age: Origins
Characters: Myranda Cousland, Duncan, Niall, Baby, Wynne, Leliana, Alistair, Sloth Demon
Disclaimer: Dragon Age and all characters from it belong to Bioware. Except for Myranda. She's mine.
Chapter 15: Dreaming
"Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before..."
~Edgar Allan Poe
Myranda woke slowly to find herself in a lovely feather bed. She sat up, looking around the room at the lavish décor: the fine tapestries on the walls and the wonderfully soft-looking rug on the stone floor in front of a cheery fire. The air was fragrant and clean-smelling, like the garden in Highever after a gentle rain. It felt incredibly peaceful... but
Dragon Age: Progeny Ch. 6"A question for a question. Those are the rules," the old hermit said, nudging the little girl with a gnarled finger, amusement coloring his voice.Dragon Age: Progeny Ch. 65 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The pair sat on a bench formed from a fallen tree, soaking in the early morning sun as it chased night's chill from the air. The scent of conifers and ferns surrounded them, and a soft breeze set everything stirring, the tree canopy whispering softly high above them.
The hermit, whom the child insisted on naming Bertrand after she had learned to speak, had once been as mad as a caged animal. Loneliness and paranoia had made him thus, but with the arrival of another apostate in the Brecelian Forest, he had formed a cautious friendship of sorts. But it was because of this inquisitive, trusting child that he had spent more time lucid than not in recent years.
"Would you like to ask me a question?" the child began, silver-gray eyes dancing.
The hermit grinned. "Why, I believe I do. How old are you?"
"I am seven. A question for a question."
Untold TruthsTitle: Untold TruthsUntold Truths4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Game: Dragon Age: 2
Characters: Alistair Theirin, Audrey Hawke, Anders, Isabella, Teagan Guerrin, Aveline
Pairing: Audrey Hawke/Anders
Disclaimer: 'Dragon Age: Origins' & 'Dragon Age II' and all its expansions and additional content, 'Dragon Age: The Stolen Throne', 'Dragon Age: The Calling', 'Dragon Age: Asunder' is the intellectual property of Electronic Arts Inc. No licence/permission has been given to create this derivative work. The moral rights of the authors of the abovementioned work (David Gaider and others) is respected. No profit is being made. In other words, it's their sandbox and I'm just playing in it.
Alistair pointedly glanced to the Templars guarding the reception room of the Viscount's Keep "Lady Hawke, Anders would you do us the honour of joining us for dinner at the estate where we are staying?"
He watched their silent commu
DAO: Not Falling Apart Pt 2Morning at Denerim Palace came with roars and the sounds of chairs hitting the flag stones.DAO: Not Falling Apart Pt 24 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"GONE?!" Alistair bellowed at one of the palace guards. "What do you mean, gone?!" He demanded, throwing his arms out in frustration. He was at breakfast, with Arl Eamon, Teagan and Kellar. All his other guests had departed back to their own places of accommodation. Normally Isha joined him for breakfast today she had not appeared as she normally did. At first Alistair had thought she was angry with him and avoiding him, but had asked two of the guards to summon her anyway.
She was his Chancellor, she had a job to do. It did not matter whether she was happy with him or not.
That was when the news had been delivered. Her door had been unlocked and many belongings had disappeared. The bed had not been slept in, the fire place was undisturbed. She had not been in her room.
Hearing the news Alistair had risen from his chair at such a speed, the chair had fallen back and crashed onto th
Dragon Age: Progeny Ch. 19As expected, the summit had been underway for the better part of a fortnight when Alistair arrived. Two days into it, he was already bored out of his skull.Dragon Age: Progeny Ch. 194 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Alistair sat through the morning sessions attentive, but he found himself eyeing the water clock constantly as the afternoon session dragged on. It was well past dark when he fled the great hall to find something to eat. He dismissed his young squires for the evening, waved off his bodyguards and headed down to the dining hall.
Easily losing himself in the throng of hungry nobles and their respective servants, Alistair lifted a tankard of ale from an elf maid carrying a loaded tray, a few wedges of cheese and a round of bread from another passing tray, and hid in the shadows of a corner table to eat and drink in peace. Arlessa Isolde had sent down her personal bards to entertain their guests, although they could hardly be heard over the din of murmuring voices.
The King glanced up. A man wearing striped pants and a