ME 1 Andromeda Series: Chap 1ME 1 Andromeda Series: Chap 13 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
MASS EFFECT: ANDROMEDA SERIES CHAPTER 1
"ETA to the Mass Relay, 15 minutes. Destination: Citadel," An officer aboard the Palaven I spoke out. Nihlus nodded his head in acknowledgement, but his green eyes never left his focus out in space from the window aboard the ship's bridge. Despite his years in the military, he couldn't wait to touch solid ground, even if that meant talking to a bunch of diplomats aboard the Citadel. As much as the Turians wanted to avoid conflict, he was hoping for a little bit of action: Batarian protestors .anything! He spent the past few months on a surveillance mission under his mentor, Saren. He was hoping now as a Spectre, that he would see more battles than he did in the Turian military.
"There's a transmission coming through from the Council. Do you wish to take it, sir?" Another Turian asked out.
Nihlus silently praised the ship's spirit and turned to reply to the officer. Just before
Revelations 1Revelations 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Anders frowned at the page in front of him. Scanning through the words, he couldn't find a single phrase that seemed familiar. It was his hand-writing, though the letters were formed perhaps a bit more forcefully than he preferred to use, but he didn't remember writing it.
"Justice?" he asked quietly, but the spirit was silent. He wondered when the spirit had decided to take over the manifesto-writing like this. He'd come across a few pages lately that had appeared slipped in between those detailing his own arguments, and he wondered if perhaps Justice had been taking advantage of his exhaustion after far too many late nights to express his opinions a little more... directly. Anders felt a disquietening uneasiness as he stared at the words written in his own hand that he knew had never come from his own mind.
He stared over at the candle; there was a good two hours' worth of wax burned out that he didn't remember. He blinked. That was one hell of a memory gap. It must be well af
Folly: Part OneFolly: Part One3 years ago in Romance More Like This
There was a knocking at the door.
Cullen groaned and considered burying his face in his pillow so that the noise would be blocked out. He had no idea what time it was, but he knew that it was still dark and he had been deeply asleep only a few moments ago; for a moment he wondered whether it was simply a misunderstanding, whether it was just a noise in the corridor outside his quarters and no one was trying to drag him cruelly from his bed in the middle of the night. But the clinging tendrils of sleep were brushed away when the knocking came again, more persistent, and he came to his senses. No one would be interrupting him at this hour unless something was truly amiss.
He wrenched himself upright, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand as he crossed the small room towards the door; he made it safely from his sleeping quarters and into his office without incident, but then hit his hip against the edge of his desk in the dark. He winced and limped the rest of the way
Sign of the Maker 12 - FINALESign of the Maker 12 - FINALE3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
So it had come to this. All of the tears, patience, words and hopes. It had all come down to a few brief moments in time that would change the world.
A judder of the earth beneath them.
A red beam of light, piercing the heavens and parting the swirling clouds.
A silence; one that hung heavy and thick like foam atop the peak of a wave just before the crash.
A resounding explosion that would haunt those within earshot of it for the rest of their days.
And an awful, awful silence.
It was broken by a breathy exclamation from Meredith, but Sebastian's ears didn't, wouldn't, hear her. They didn't care what she had to say. They didn't care what anyone had to say any more.
The tanned arms that circled his chest from behind had been the only things stopping him from hurtling towards the eery red flames and into the jaws of oblivion as the ground had shaken. He would gladly go there if it meant he could bring Elthina back from it.
"And just how is you running in there going to help an
CoverCover4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Credit to Terry Pratchett for the two songs in this short.
"I think she's had enough," Anders tries to hold Isabela back from the bar, but the pirate swats his hand away.
"Bugger off, Justice. She's had a rough week, a couple of drinks won't kill her. We're celebrating here."
Anders doesn't mention that he thinks there isn't much to celebrate. That word has finally reached them of Carver surviving the Joining makes guilt and relief wash through him in equal measure. At least the boy isn't a mage - they're not going to slap a Templar guard on him.
"You should have another too," Isabela says then. He sighs. "Gah, Anders, it's your body not his. Overrule him."
"It's our body now Isabela."
"You always did like threesomes."
"Please. You're hurting my ears."
"You're no fun any more," she shoves some drinks into his hands and pushes him back towards the table, where Saoirse and Varric seem to be singing a song while Merrill looks on i
Folly: Part TwoFolly: Part Two3 years ago in Romance More Like This
They were silent for a very, very long time. Neither of them dared to move, for fear that the Templar at the door would hear them and come bursting in to defend her- only to find his Captain alone in the room with her, both of them clad only in their nightclothes.
Eventually, Bethany broke his gaze, her chin trembling as she let out a soft sound that could have been the beginning of tears. It wrenched at his heart.
"Don't cry, Beth," he said, clambering around the edge of the bed in the small room. When he tried to put his arms around her, she skittered backwards, pressing herself against the wall and wiping her cheeks with the back of her hands.
"No, we shouldn't I mean " She turned into the wall with a soft cry of distress. "Bad enough that we could be caught together at any moment, but I can't "
He hesitated for a moment. "Beth?" he said softly.
He saw a shudder run though her. "We agreed to stay away from each other," she whispered. She sounded agoni
Blood from the StoneBlood from the Stone4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
High noon, and Denerim's market square was positively stuffed to the gills with activity. Gray Warden commander by default ( and Alistair's enthusiastic vote), Demnar Brosca, lounged against the side of the Gnawed Noble Tavern, nursing a half pint of bitter. Mournfully, he oversaw the spending of his hard earned "horde" from a safe distance.
At least, with the purse entrusted to Wynne's capable hands, he knew it would be spent wisely. He had selected her shopping companions with care. Sten, for the invaluable talent of having absolutely no interest in the proceedings, and therefore, unlikely to whine over buying something unnecessary, and Zevran, with his sharp eye for bargains. The rest of the traveling circus he called companions had been expressly forbidden from going on resupply trips.
When the three stepped out of sight into a flamboyant armor-smithy, the rough-cut dwarf groaned and ran a hand through close-cropped, black hair. Wade's Emporium, undoubtedly to check on t
Broken Souls: Chapter 54Broken Souls: Chapter 543 years ago in Romance More Like This
Chapter Fifty Four
But that was probably to be expected, seeing as he had tried to fight half of Kirkwall last night in an abandoned sewer. He really should consider a trade; or what was it that the nobles around here did? Investing, that's it. He should learn how to weave, or make pottery or invest in an expedition that wasn't likely to try and get him killed. None of those seemed like vastly painful options, and after last night he was quite willing to up and become a seamstress if anyone would take him. No more riding in to save the day, unless all he had to do to save the day was rescue a lost puppy.
Although knowing his luck, the puppy would be at the very back of a high dragon lair, being held captive by darkspawn.
Garrett groaned and rolled over, pulling a pillow over his head to block out the sunlight. Who in the name of Andraste's flaming knickers would be cruel enough to break into his bedroom just to pull the curtains open? Some sick and perver
Hangover - RoyAiColonel Roy mustang lay there in bed, groaning and complaining. It was already 10 a.m. an hour past his clock in time over at head quarters. He stirred for a while and tried to massage his pounding head. He needed aspirin, and he needed it fast. He rolled over to his stomach and buried his head under the pillow and groaned.Hangover - RoyAi5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I hate hangovers " He complained a little more before he actually decided to actually do something about it. He lay on his back and tried to sit up. But his body just wasn't cooperating. He slammed his head down on the pillow, which was not a good idea. His head pounded and throbbed even more.
He took the pillow from under his head and pulled it over his face, put pressure on it, hoping it would help but did nothing.
"Where's Riza when you need her?" He groaned. "Wait " He slowly pulled the pillow off his face and rested it on his chest. "That's it; it's her day off today." A smug and evil smile slowly crept up his lips. "Perfect."
He rolled, making him l
Unschooled Hands 1Unschooled Hands 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Hawke stared around the large cavern with a pleased expression as he wiped the blood from his blade. He glanced around at the rest of his companions as they moved around the cavern. Merrill was turning over bodies with Isabela, the pair of them crowing as they looted various "shinies"; Fenris stood to one side, glowering with distaste as he watched them. He was lounging near the passageway Anders had darted down a few minutes ago, claiming he'd "felt" something. He probably ought to go check everything was alright with the mage.
"Hawke! Come and take a look at this!" called Varric. Hawke glanced over at the dwarf, who was staring intently into a small chest. As Hawke wavered, Varric added, "This looks kinda important, wouldn't you say? Not to mention expensive."
Curiosity piqued, Hawke crossed the cavern towards Varric even as Isabela straightened, the pirate's ears practically pricking up at the word "expensive". "Fenris, go check on Anders," Hawke called back over his shoulder
Unschooled Hands 5Unschooled Hands 53 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Something heavy was pinning him down. He tried to roll over, but the weight upon his legs held him firmly. He ached all over from myriad bruises, and his right arm and side of his face stung as though scorched. He opened his eyes slowly, blinking in the darkness. His eyelashes were caked with dust. He lifted a hand and tugged his gauntlet off with his teeth then wiped his eyes. He concentrated a little, and his lyrium markings slowly flared into life, bathing the area with their soft silvery white glow. He glanced around.
Anders was sprawled beneath him, unconscious. Blood was matting his blond hair and had trickled down the side of his face, and fresh blood was staining his bandages. Fenris pressed two fingers against the side of Anders' throat and relaxed a little when he felt the pulse, steady and slow. At least he wasn't dead. Fenris rested back upon his elbow and considered their situation.
As the ball of flame had exploded in the tunnel, the back-blast had washed back towards the
BlinkingOne, two. Out go the lights.Blinking2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Two quick flickers and the brain can only sigh.
Truth found in seeing but unfounded without sound.
Lips can read only shallow depths without fact or trial.
Fact without opinion to back,
flimsy defense at best.
Out go the lights.
What is it that we fear?
Darkness behind the lids,
of our catchlights.
The End is Never,
The End is Now,
The mind scrambled, fried and drowned.
Why do we swallow what is said about Time?
Time knows how it flows,
Time knows when it will die.
Insignificant we are, thinking to understand the hourglass' sand.
The hourglass is in our eyes.
The sand pours from our ducts with every flutter,
Of a lash.
Element Entry - LightElement Entry - Light4 years ago in Settings More Like This
Most benevolent and revered of the elements, light shines its healing rays on the darkest despair. Those who can make use of this element are often held with high regard (as the Angels themselves purify the world with this element), but some are known to become haughty for their lofty gifts, their light becoming tainted and turned inward with such thoughts as they grow blind to their own sins. Regardless of these few, light is an element of revival, of healing, and of purification. One who can use light can banish shadows, shield others from harm, and heal all injury. Some clerics can even revive a dying body, bestowing complete cure to the soul's vessel, and also sense the emotional and spiritual state of a person through perceiving one's Halo. Light triumphs over the forces of darkness, but can sometimes fall victim to itself if one's light holds traces of deceit.
Clarity - perceive the amount of light and darkness in a person/place/thing.
Empathy - perceive, som
Unschooled Hands 10Unschooled Hands 103 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Varric and Isabela had gone back up the hill with a coil of rope to find the shaft where Fenris had left the backpack; when they came back with Anders' backpack, they both eyed Fenris with new respect.
"That hole had to be at least thirty feet by my reckoning," Varric was exclaiming.
"No, I make it thirty-five by the rope I paid out," Isabela disagreed.
"The elf's taller than me," dismissed Varric.
"Not by a whole five feet he isn't!" protested the Rivaini.
"Be silent or you'll wake the mage," growled Fenris from across the fire. Anders was curled up in his blanket, sleeping the rest of the utterly exhausted. Fenris sat by one side of him, one protective hand resting lightly upon the sleeping mage's shoulder, whilst Hawke sat upon the other, glowering at him.
"If the wind changes you'll be stuck like that," observed Merrill as she handed a bowl of stew to him.
"What?" exclaimed Hawke, nonplussed as she handed another bowl to Fenris.
"Your face," she said, gesturing. "It's something my
Consequences 4Consequences 43 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Hawke glared at Fenris, who raised an eyebrow coolly.
Still pinned by the elf's hands, Anders slowly opened his eyes as the silence stretched for minutes; confused, he followed Fenris' gaze to the figure of Hawke who glowered from the doorway.
"Hawke," he breathed.
"Unhand him, Fenris." Hawke's voice was cold and commanding.
Fenris turned his gaze back to Anders. He slipped his hand gently out of the silky blond hair and cupped Anders' cheek tenderly, rubbing a lyrium-marked thumb over the mage's lips. His brands briefly flared into silvery light and Anders closed his eyes and moaned softly as he felt the searing touch spark a responding flare of magic within him, every vein aflame with its quicksilver kiss, a wave of dizziness flowing through him before the light and the feeling faded. Fenris released his hands and his arms fell limply to his sides as he slid down the wall with a groan. He was only vaguely aware of the elf's departing footsteps; he was oblivious to the parting glares
Element Entry - TimeElement Entry - Time4 years ago in Settings More Like This
Mysterious and ever-moving, time is an element that escapes most magicians' level of control. It surprises some, therefore, upon learning that the control of time goes hand-in-hand with the control of its brother element, space. All life is subject to the flow of time, as all lives eventually will end when one's time runs out, making the few guardians of time, be it of the Keepers devoted to the times of life and days, or the Keepers of Life and Death itself devoted to beginnings and endings respectively, truly venerated. These people guide time's flow forwards and backwards, speeding its steady stream into rapids, or slowing it to the point of freezing it still. Some of the truly gifted can create tears in space-time to banish their foes, or even foresee their ultimate fates. All physical elements are subject to time's relentless flow, and thus find weakness in time. Only in darkness does time find its own undoing as its clock is disrupted and deceived by darkness' infinite shadow.
Consequences 8Consequences 83 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Anders, I know you've been through a lot, but all joking aside I do need you to come with me and give a statement," said Aveline, taking a step towards the silent mage.
"What? Aveline, are you out of your mind? Look at him Blondie's in no condition to be going anywhere right now!" replied Varric incredulously.
"The only place he's going is back to my estate!" chimed in Hawke angrily.
"The mage isn't going anywhere," growled Fenris, turning away from the window.
Anders closed his eyes and clutched the grey blanket tighter about himself as voices rose in argument once more. He pressed himself against the glass, eyes tight shut as the cacophony rose around him. He was distantly aware of the sounds of running feet outside in the square and the incongruently innocent sounds of birds settling in for the night.
Even inside his head there was no peace. Justice ranted in the back of his mind as images replayed over and over; the girl's eyes fading in death as she stared up at Fen
Element Entry - DarknessElement Entry - Darkness4 years ago in Settings More Like This
The element that everyone fears above all else, darkness casts a shadow on those with a weak will. Magicians who control this element are usually shunned or feared (but not without good cause, for Demons thrive in this element), but any who can look into the darkness in oneself without being corrupted is one with a heart made pure with courage and complete honesty, for as it was always said, the worse sinner is one averts one's eyes to one's own darkness. It still would be subject to dread, as many of the skills a magician gains from this element are harmful. Darkness can become a veil to hide and protect the caster, but also a terrible weapon that attacks the senses, bodily and otherwise. Some witches and warlocks can even siphon health and magic from living things to replenish oneself, and call dragons and other monsters to one's beck and call. Powerful against the physical elements it corrupts, darkness is nonetheless quelled and calmed in the presence of light.
Element Entry - SpaceElement Entry - Space4 years ago in Settings More Like This
The most basic of the elements that comprise Oekaki, space is all that exists within known realities. All magicians can use this element, as all occupy space, and has an innate understanding of its movement that allows them to Shift things that shares the same space. However, very few (in fact, to our knowledge only two who are not Keeper of Space: Heller and Esme) is a master of this element. Such magicians can Shift not only that which occupies their space, but outer space, calling down the very comets and asteroids that dash across the dark expanse of the Space Realm. Other talents include Pulling harmful spells into ones own magic reserves for ones own use, and also be able to form gravitational fields with an acute understanding of the force that governs space. In its common-placedness, many don't even acknowledge space to be a magical element, especially in that it has no real advantage nor disadvantage in comparison to the other elements. It is a basic art, yes, but a powerfu
Unschooled Hands 4Unschooled Hands 43 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Watch your step," remarked the elf neutrally. The mage didn't answer; Fenris withstood the temptation to glance back over his shoulder. He had no doubt that Anders' eyes were glaring balefully at his armoured back. If looks could kill... A small smirk caused the corners of his lips to quirk upwards. At least whilst the mage was engaged in fierce hatred of the elf, his mind was no longer wholly upon his wound or the pursuing darkspawn. And it had a handy side effect of shutting him up.
As the tunnel descended lower, it began to narrow and the ceiling grew lower. The passageway was lit only by some strange moss that grew at the base of the stone walls and occasionally in patches stretching up across the walls themselves; it cast everything in a sickly green glow. Fenris glanced back as Anders' footsteps behind him faltered; the mage's face looked ghastly in the eerie half-light, like one moving through a nightmare.
Fenris opened his mouth to speak, but Anders held up a hand t
Unschooled Hands 6Unschooled Hands 63 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Hawke stared down at his hands. The blade had passed the point of clean hours ago, but still he mechanically buffed the polished steel which glinted in the light of the fire. From time to time he glanced up at the cave mouth, eyes narrowing beneath the fierce frown that had not left his face since they had emerged from the cave without the mage and the elf. Not for the first time, he berated himself for having sent Fenris.
He had been aware of the others regarding him quizzically as the afternoon had given way to evening, but as they'd set camp he had remained seated on the treestump, polishing his sword and watching the cave mouth, silent and brooding. Merrill had brought him a bowl of broth which sat on the ground near his feet, untouched and long since cooled.
"You're not fooling anyone, kiddo," remarked Varric quietly as he came to stand next to Hawke.
"I have no idea what you're talking about, Varric," replied Hawke coolly, his eyes on his sword as his hands continued to polish no
Element Entry - WaterElement Entry - Water4 years ago in Settings More Like This
Water encompasses the World, and thus is a deeply valued element. It is also very contrary, kind and life-giving as a gentle rain while harsh and harmful as a thunderous hailstorm. People with a good sense of balance, especially emotionally, find this element a incredibly useful, and the Water Elementals dive into it the deepest, knowing all its treasured secrets. It's best known for its curative traits, allowing one to recover injuries at rest as one circulates the internal waters and blood within one's body at a steady flow, relax pained muscles in lowering one's temperature, and purifying one's body of poisons and illness. It's little mystery, then, that water is very closely associated with the power of dreams and spiritual beings like Astrals and Whimsies. However, it could also be a true force to be reckoned with; floods and storms, ice and snow. To a creative mind, water truly can be a force to be reckoned with, especially in the face of the passionate blaze of fire. It only
Unschooled Hands 7Unschooled Hands 73 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The first seizure struck at some point in the early hours of the morning.
Fenris had been forced to concede defeat and acknowledge his own weariness and fatigue; backtracking a little, he'd investigated a small side passage that had led into a small cave little more than a pocket in the rock really, just large enough for the two men to stretch out in overly-intimate proximity. He'd pulled out a blanket from the backpack a soft, worn, grey thing, with a small griffon woven into one corner; a memento from the mage's time in the Grey Wardens, no doubt and setting the backpack behind his shoulders as a pillow, he'd settled the unconscious mage against his side, Anders' head resting over the elf's heart and with the blanket drawn up over them both. He kept his sword by his side in case anything should come upon them in the darkness, but all seemed quiet. Despite his weariness, sleep seemed slow in coming, and Fenris was uncertain how long he had lain there, staring into
Unschooled Hands 8Unschooled Hands 83 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Even before the silent glow of the false dawn had begun to give way to the first rosy hues of sunrise, Hawke was already up out of his bedroll and strapping himself into his armour. Merrill was still rubbing her eyes blearily as she poked the dull embers of the fire back into life and added a few twigs; Isabela was still snoring faintly beneath her blanket.
Varric stomped up the slight incline from the nearby river with the kettle full of water. Merrill nodded thanks as she hung it on the small iron tripod then continued feeding fresh wood to the fire.
"We don't have time for that," growled Hawke as he wrestled with a strap on his breastplate.
"Now, kiddo, we can spare long enough for a drink to wake us up properly," chided Varric. "You know what the Rivaini's like in the mornings."
"She's bad enough after her morning brew,"observed Merrill. "I wouldn't like to be the one waking her without it."
"Wake me without what?" groused Isabela, rolling over and pushing back her blanket. Merrill