Revelations 1Revelations 14 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
Unschooled Hands 5Unschooled Hands 54 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
Unschooled Hands 7Unschooled Hands 74 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 2Unschooled Hands 24 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Hawke slowly wiped the ichor from his blade and frowned.
"Everyone all right?" he called out, casting his eyes over the rest of the party. Merrill was leaning over Isabela who had a nasty looking gash that ran down the back of her arm from the shoulder then spiralled around to her forearm and ended at her wrist just above the base of her thumb. Hawke winced inwardly at the sight; it was something that Anders could tackle and never even leave a scar, but he was less confident of Merrill's capabilities with healing magic. Varric was rooting around in his backpack for a healing potion and some bandages.
They had been caught unawares; one moment they'd been busy dividing up the loot, setting a few interesting trinkets to one side for Anders, and sharing out the gold with Hawke pouching up Anders' and Fenris' shares. Then suddenly without warning darkspawn had started erupting into the large cavern; there'd been too many to see which of the several smaller passageways they'd emerged from. T
Consequences 4Consequences 44 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
Consequences 9Consequences 94 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Fenris strode back into the room, heading straight for the battered chairs near the fireplace, noting that Hawke had lit several candles around the room whilst he was gone. Fenris was carrying two bottles by the necks in each hand, with a couple more tucked into the crook of each arm for good measure. He paused by one of the chairs then started an odd balancing act as he transferred the bottles to the low table, attempting not to drop any.
Hawke rose from where he'd stretched himself beside Anders on the bed; all that could be seen of the mage was a tousled mop of blond hair sticking out above the edge of the grey blanket. Faint snores could be heard, muffled by the wool.
"Sure you've got enough there?" asked Hawke, eyeing the bottles as he strode over to the fireplace. "Or were you expecting company?"
"I dislike making repeat trips," answered the elf, leaning against the mantelpiece as he took a glance at the label on the front of the bottle.
"A decent vintage?" asked Hawke.
Consequences 12Consequences 124 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Waking was painful.
He drifted slowly towards consciousness, aware of his guts twisting queasily whilst his head pounded in time with the beat of his heart. Even beneath the soft grey blanket, the sunlight streaming in through the windows was unbearably bright. He hesitantly opened one eye and instantly regretted it as pain stabbed like a blazing white-hot sword right through his eye and through his head. He clutched his head and moaned piteously.
"So the mage finally wakes." The voice echoed over-loud in his sensitive head, ringing in his ears. He thought he detected a note of amusement in the elf's husky voice.
"Oh Maker, I'm dying," he groaned.
The elf chuckled, the bastard. "So much for the fabled Grey Warden stamina," Fenris teased. "You had one bottle of wine, Anders."
"Poisoned," murmured Anders feebly. "I warned you about strange blue bottles, elf."
"It was spiced Orlesian red, mage," replied the elf affably. "You said so yourself."
"Did I?" mused Anders, risking a second peek
Consequences 11Consequences 114 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Anders slept soundly as Fenris finished bandaging his lacerated feet. It seemed the mage was determined to give him much practice at treating his wounds. He wound up the left-over bandages and carefully stored them away again for later use. He paused as his hands brushed something a small pillow made of soft white linen, carefully embroidered with small neat stitches in fading silks in a pattern of flowers he didn't recognise; they were like nothing he had ever seen in the Imperium. He pulled it from the pack and turned it over in his hands; it seemed a somehow incongruous object to find in the mage's backpack. He turned it back over, and plucked a single golden hair from it.
He bent his head and cautiously sniffed it. It smelled of the mage himself herbs and musk, a faint tang of lyrium, and something else. Something that reminded him of fresh, new-mown hay on a summer's day.
He glanced over at the sleeping mage, and leaning over him he carefully slid a hand beneath the
Consequences 7Consequences 74 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The sun was setting as there came a pounding at the door. Hawke burst into the foyer of the ruined house, yelling for Fenris, the others following at his heels.
"Up here, Hawke," Fenris called, not taking his eyes from Anders' face. The mage was sleeping peacefully; Fenris had sat unmoving by his side, holding the mage's hand and watching him as he slept, stirring only when Lirene had returned with the healer. He had moved aside for the mage to tend to Anders, then returned to his silent vigil once they were alone again.
Hawke took the stairs two at a time and flung himself into the room, pausing only for a moment as his eyes adjusted to the dim dying light from the dusty windows.
"Is he..." he breathed, unable to finish.
"Merely sleeping," replied Fenris, not looking round. Hawke crossed the room in hasty strides and sank down upon the bed on the opposite side to the elf, reaching for Anders' other hand. "Lirene's message said he was safe," he said quietly. "What happened?"
Commission - That Smile of HisCommission - That Smile of His3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The day was dragging on into the evening. The sky was yellow mixed with orange and red but Ciel could already see the darkness of the night begin to engulf it.
"Young master, there are still a few document left that you must fill out." Sebastian said piling not just a small pile but a huge six foot tall pile of documents! This would take Ciel forever to finish. Giving a sigh Ciel said,
"Why can't you just do it all for me Sebastian."
"Well young master, this is your company and if you don't know how to run your own company, how do you expect to deal with all the drama in the future. Unless If you want me to do it so badly, you could give me a kiss~" Sebastian gave Ciel one of those annoying smiles that made Ciel's left eye twitch.
Consequences: EpilogueConsequences: Epilogue4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Hawke stared down at Anders' back. The apostate sat in silent misery, his head bowed. Bodies lay scattered around them, and the rest of the companions stood off to one side but there was silence around Anders. He was very slightly rocking, his eyes staring sightlessly.
Hawke stared down at him, trying to fathom how they had all come to that point. He glanced over to Fenris, whose eyes held the same confusion and bewilderment. Neither of them had ever guessed what Anders had planned. Three years together, and yet they could never have dreamed he would do something this desperate.
Fenris stared at the mage, who seemed oblivious to all around him. He had seen men look like this before; it was all too familiar to one who had been a slave. Anders had given up living and resigned himself to death; he was merely marking time until then. He closed his eyes briefly against a stab of pain. Anders wanted to die. He flexed a hand uselessly, feeling the lyrium flow beneath his skin.
An Intro to The LibraryAn Intro to The Library3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Six years ago the Greater Altalamatox Public Library put its small and remote home city on the map when it spilt out of the ether and onto the shores of its lake.
It's a building with a lot of history. Once part of a prestigious campus, it was last owned by a club of gents with a shared passion for illegal spellcraft and dimensional exploration, who used it to hide their howling voids into the cosmos and also their pointy hats and anything else they didn't want their wives to find. They never did accomplish discovery of a new world- or never had the satisfaction of knowing they did- but did manage one highly impressive feat which was to tuck the Library sideways between dimensions when the police came 'round to investigate. This was about a hundred and ten years ago.
The gentlemen, after their prison terms ended, never succeeded in summoning back the building. To that end they'd have to have known where it lay nearest to this world, and to their distress they were witne
Revelations 4Revelations 44 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"'You who must serve beneath the empty sky, you stand between this Poison and the Stone. The Ancestors will remember when all others have forgotten your name. Remember your oath; it must endure beyond death itself.'" Anders' voice fell silent as he shivered slightly, his hands tightening upon his staff. "'Be vigilant. If the Pestilent One awakens, you will know it by these signs: The air will fill with the scent of putrefaction. You will hear a sound like the cadence of drums. Malvernis the Defiler will try to weaken your will and compel you to bear the orb out of Amgeforn, but you must hold fast. This is the sacred duty which cannot be forsworn lest the Stone fall to poison and death.' Well, that's a cheering little message," he added, stepping back from the stone plaque.
"But what does it mean?" asked Carver.
"Nothing good, I'll wager," replied Hawke.
"Amgeforn... that's Dwarven for 'sacrifice'," said Varric slowly. "That's... not a reassuring name."
"We never go any pl
Diablo III the Buddy Cop Film"Okay then, let me see if I follow here. You two single handedly slew thousands of royal guards-"Diablo III the Buddy Cop Film2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Snake people disguised as guards," the Demon Hunter interjected, pointing a finger at the report. "Thousands of snake people disguised as guards."
"Fine, snake people. However, according to your Wizard friend here, you originally did not know they were snake people."
"..They wouldn't let us pass," the Demon Hunter replied, more question than statement.
"And at no point did you think to yourself, 'oh, you know what I should do? Call my superiors, maybe explore some diplomatic channels.' You guys jumped straight to ethnic cleansing," the bulbous constable replied, scowling. "This is on top of assisting a rogue Horadrim, letting Deckard Cain's niece get kidnapped, and, cherry on top, breaking every single piece of pottery from Arcanus to Caldeum."
"That last part, I didn't even want to do that. I thought breaking all the pottery was a waste of time. This one though, the bloodlu
no wonder it took him 1455 pageswhen i was seven years old, a group of kids in my grade threw rocks at me for liking neopets more than webkinz. from then on, i was convinced i knew what hatred meant. but i don’t know how to describe it to the little girl who sits in the corner of my womb and in ten years might call me mommy and ask for help on dividing the world into black and white.no wonder it took him 1455 pages3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
would i point to the churches with their bigotry? to the cotton fields of the south in the 1800s? to the classrooms of modern day america? would i tell her about how the jews stood in straight lines, waiting to die, with fear in their eyes and faith in their hearts? or would i try and describe the sound tyler clementi’s body made when it hit the water of the hudson river after he jumped from the george washington bridge?
would i point to myself and say, “i am hatred, i am hatred to others. i am lying and cheating and stealing and coveting and jealousy and hubris. i am the idea of every time someone wants to kill someone
Head and Shoulders [Daddy!LevixMommyReader AU]Head and Shoulders [Daddy!LevixMommyReader AU]2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
You and your daughter Mikasa are waiting patiently at the airport for your husband. Levi had been on a very important business trip and was coming home today. You were excited that he was coming home. Three weeks seemed like forever and the more that the days passed without him, the more antagonizing the wait was.
"Mommy, is daddy here yet"? Your four year old asked tugging on the hem of your sun dress.
"No baby. Not yet."
"Oh...Mommy, you're getting fat." Mikasa said looking up at your belly. You gave her stank face and tried to smile at her bluntness. ' *sigh* Just like her father...' You thought. You and Levi were expecting and decided not to tell Mikasa that she was going to be a big sister soon. But there was another reason why you couldn't wait until he got home.
"Here baby girl. Why don't you draw daddy a picture? I think he
Revelations 8Revelations 84 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Fenris found this whilst you were out of it," remarked Hawke as he led the party through a sequence of large rooms beyond the one Anders had been ambushed by the darkspawn in. "We've never seen anything like it we wondered, perhaps, if you had come across anything during your time with the Grey?"
Anders stood leaning against the rusted rail, staring out across the void at the tall tower that rose up in the centre of the ancient dwarven fortress like a stone island, whose roots were so far below in the depths that Anders couldn't see them. As he stared down at the dizzying heights, he felt a wave of vertigo sweep over him and he clutched at the rail for support, paling as he swallowed back nausea.
"There's... a whole tower down here," he breathed. "I've never seen anything like it."
"Are you alright?" asked Hawke as he stepped back.
"Aw, the precious mage flower's afraid of heights!" scoffed Carver as he strode up to the balustrade and made a big show of leaning over.
Revelations 2Revelations 24 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Hawke muttered to himself and buried his head under the bedcovers. Beside him, Anders was sprawled asleep, one leg dangling over the side of the bed, the covers askew and one arm flung up across his eyes. He was faintly snoring.
"Garrett, damn it!"
Hawke sat up in resignation. Carver wasn't going to go away, it seemed, and if Hawke didn't do something about it then his little brother would wake Anders. He pulled himself out of bed and reached for his house-robe, pulling it on and belting it as he made his way around the bed. He bent over to gently kiss Anders' nose; the mage murmured something in his sleep and faintly smiled. Hawke grinned fondly down at the sleeping man then made his way quietly from the bedroom.
"Garrett, where are-"
"Shout a little louder won't you, Carver?" remarked Hawke as he walked down the stairs. "I'm sure they didn't quite hear you down in Darktown."
Carver folded his arms across his chest, the chainmail Warden armour clanking sligh
Ink and DiamondsWe used to go down to the lake. The lake of inky water with a surface that shimmered at dawn and glittered at dusk, like a pit of tar covered in crushed diamonds. We tread with careful paces; the bare soles of our feet snapping twigs. Standing in the deep and dark that surrounds me, but does not swallow me, that's when I can finally breathe. Breath like a cedar tree, deep and airy from paper bag lungs in a rib-cage of ivy. If roots could grow from my skin and burrow into the loose sand of this lake I would never leave, and I would never be alone.Ink and Diamonds3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
We used to sing with the birds. Voices like clocks and golden cellos. We were like a symphony, off key and blind to those who sit and stare at the sea like it's something marvelous instead of something cold and hungry for courage. They ignored us, and it was beautiful to be ignored. With words in ancient languages that only children know, with syllables that sound like the creation and destruction of worlds with a single sound. And the drumbea
Revelations 3Revelations 34 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"There it is," said Varric, gesturing to the ruined remains of an old keep.
"It doesn't look all that dwarvern," remarked Carver, frowning slightly.
"These are Carta dwarves, so they're more criminals and smugglers than anything else.,"replied Varric. He scratched his cheek thoughtfully with a gloved hand as he added, "They're not usually stupid though. I don't know why they'd attack you."
"They'd have to be stupid to sneak into the Grey Warden keep at Ansberg," replied Carver. "People who fight darkspawn for a living aren't exactly known for their calm, laid-back demeanour."
"Yes,well, they don't seem to be particularly big on brains," replied Hawke drily. "They mistook a mage for me, after all."
"You have a plan then?" asked Varric. "I found their hide-out but my sources couldn't tell me anything else; it's all very... strange."
"Why do you say that? It's just the Carta, isn't it?" asked Hawke, frowning.
Varric shrugged. "As far as my contacts in the Carta know, they shouldn't
Cut The Rose 9Cut The Rose 94 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The cobblestones of the Gallows were cold beneath his bare feet, slicked with blood. As he glanced around, it seemed the whole courtyard was awash with the dark fluid, a coppery taint heavy in the humid air. He turned around slowly, his eyes taking in sadly the sight of mages lying sprawled across the bloodied stones like so many discarded rag dolls, lifeless and broken. Men and women, young and old; apprentices barely into their teens, elder Enchanters; all had fallen to the templars' blades, massacred where they stood or struck down from behind as they tried to flee.
A faint scraping sound of a blade being drawn from its sheath behind him caused him to spin round, bare feet slipping and skidding slightly on the slick stones. His eyes widened.
Fenris knelt upon the wet stones, unheeding of the blood which smeared upon his leggings and bare feet. His head was bowed, white hair tumbling forward to cover his face, shoulders slumped in resignation, hands limp upon his knees. Behind him
The Royal RankThe Royal RankThe Royal Rank3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A meteor shower was occurring over the world of Highrank. A black rock camouflaged itself with the other falling meteors and made its way down to the ground. The black meteor smashed into the ground and created a large crater. A figure rose from the ground. It had three main parts: a head, a body, and a lower section. The lower section levitated off the ground. The middle section floated slightly above the lower section. The head floated slightly above the body. The head also had two horns attached at the top. There were two crab-like claws floating at the creature's sides. The creature was dark red and purple.
"Well." it grumbled. "Exploring time."
It moved slowly off into the distance, making no sound and no effort.
"As you can see from this sales pitch, our profits have never been higher."
Charlotte woke up. She had slept during the meeting. Great...she missed half the meeting.
"Charlotte." the CEO glanced at her, "Did you get all this down?"
"Yes." she lied.
PilotI woke in a nest of wires, my arms pulled off to either side, my head back and my eyes fixed at the ceiling. There was a man standing above me, straddling my form, perched precariously at the mouth of the recess I was tucked away in, one hand gripping the frame, the other feeling around the back of my neck. He moved by touch alone, certain in his movements, and his fingers closed over the knot of the wires that resided at the base of my skull and pulled, steadily, drawing it out of the socket and I inhaled sharply at the sensation. Like something had been taken from me, or that I'd lost sight of something important. A piece of me gone. It was a keen sense of loss and my eyes went wet with moisture even as he dropped his hand lower along my neck, almost to the shoulders, and pulled out another plug. The wires by my eyes were thinner, and when he pulled these out my vision went black for a moment and when it returned I felt the world was less clear, like a gray haze had been pulledPilot2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Revelations 5Revelations 54 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Hawke coaxed the smouldering tinder into small flames, then carefully added twigs, gradually feeding the fire. He glanced up as Varric reached to take over, raising an eyebrow quizzically at the dwarf who jerked his head in Anders' direction.
"You might want to go check on Blondie," Varric said quietly. Hawke glanced over at the apostate; Anders was sitting by himself a little way off from the rest of the party, hunched over as he sat on the ground. The point of his staff rested in the dirt a little way beyond his feet, the other end resting over his shoulder, both hands wrapped around the smooth wooden shaft, knuckles white. As Hawke straightened and got to his feet, Anders suddenly shook his head, frowning, lips moving silently.
As Hawke walked quietly towards the oblivious mage, he noted Fenris rising and doing likewise; they exchanged concerned looks as their paths converged on Anders' spot.
"Anders? Are you alright, love?" asked Hawke quietly. Anders froze, then slowly raised his