ME 1 Andromeda Series: Chap 1ME 1 Andromeda Series: Chap 14 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
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 Film1 year 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
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
AzathothQuiet horror,Azathoth4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Cosmic mind older than the earth,
A vestige of ancient madness
Seething through the cracks of space,
Amorphous blasphemy bubbling and frothing
In the silence outside darkness,
Immortal chaos, the harbinger of dissolution
His existence trembles with lust and death.
Entropy fills his belly
And he vomits forth the end.
Madness and violence fill the universe
And the end times are finally upon us.
After all is settled and done,
Azathoth sated and the crawling chaos abated,
Silence reigns again
And the circle begins anew.
wade liberation warwade liberation war2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Boy was about nineteen. A young man really, but his face made him look younger. Girl was younger, maybe fifteen, sixteen. Peter Bowen thought as he kept his distance considering the situation, studying the several people involved.
City of wade was under Arenian occupation for over three centuries now, and Arenian trackers seeking out mages to be drafted to their military force was hardly an unusual event. Most people who were learned in spellcasting kept their skills hidden, and their weapons were creatively concealed.
Still give it enough time and any trickery will stand revealed. Trackers were by now very skilled in noticing anything with engraved spellcasting spiral. A ring, a stick, the smallest of things. They knew what they were looking for.
This was what baffled peter as he studied the unfolding situation. Boy was blatantly wearing two short swords with the casting spiral boldly and prominently visible on their handles. Either he was a fool, of a foreigner who decide
Broken Souls: Chapter 58Broken Souls: Chapter 584 years ago in Romance More Like This
Chapter Fifty Eight
The previous evening
" and as it reasonable for one man to master himself, in all things controlling his own nature, so should we expect that a mage is capable of controlling their own wilder impulses without the threat of violence. As every man is his own judge before the Maker, so should-"
Anders' hand stilled, staring at the words he had written before scowling and tearing the page from the journal. Another hour wasted, as he crumpled the paper in his fist and tossed it into the nearby camp fire; he bitterly turned to a blank page and waited for inspiration to strike, his quill hovering for what seemed like an inestimable amount of time before he made a derisive sound and tossed the journal on the ground behind him.
It does the cause no good to give up now.
The words were not voiced gently, and Anders ran his hands through his hair in frustration. "I'm not going to write rubbish just for the sake of writing. And you've hardly been
Folly: Part TwoFolly: Part Two4 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
Broken Souls: Chapter 54Broken Souls: Chapter 544 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
The Cost of JusticeThe Cost of Justice4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Title: The Cost of Justice
Author: Reflection Muse
Game: Dragon Age 2
Disclaimer: This is a one-shot entry for the Anders Prompt Group 'Manifestos Welcome' on the BioWare Social Network. This does take place in the same universe as my story Redemption, specifically immediately before chapter 1. If you have not finished the game, please be aware that this short may contain plot spoilers. This story is rated Teen, just to be safe.
My voice was taken away long ago, simply for being born what I am. A mage. To them, an abomination. Something to be broken, abused, bound and caged. Not a man. They muzzle what they fear. Turn a blind eye. Clap righteous hands over their ears.
I was once defiant, proud. A spirit refusing to broken. Body beaten into submission. Time and again forced into solitude where no one could hear. No one could see.
Freedom was an illusion. Hope was a weakness. Something
Prologue - StoriesPrologue - Stories4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Ok, prologue of sorts for the stuff I'm writing little drabbles of. I know it's first person and it's out of order and all of that, but Anders wanted me to explain things, so I had to use his voice, and goddammit that man has a sexy voice that I can't not pay attention to, so here is his little bit of stuff .
I am called Anders. Now. It wasn't the name I was born with, but then, I've changed so many times, even since I adopted it, and how many people can claim to be the same person they were when they first became aware of their name? We become the things people label us as. I was labeled "mage" far too long ago to have any attachment to the name I bore when I was born. My lover is "Champion" despite the fact that had she had the choice she would have turned her back on the fate of a city, wanting instead to protect those she loved. My closest friends have borne titles they never thought to - Commander, slave, pirate, guardsman, warden, malificar…
Unschooled Hands 1Unschooled Hands 14 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
Sign of the Maker 12 - FINALESign of the Maker 12 - FINALE4 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
Broken Souls: Chapter 67Broken Souls: Chapter 673 years ago in Romance More Like This
Chapter Sixty Seven
Anders stared up at the canopy of the bed and listened to Tahlie splashing around in the wash room. He had to tell her about Hawke's offer. The offer that was as generous as it was insulting, because Maker take it all, as grateful as he was to have somewhere safe and clean for Tahlie to sleep at night, it drove home how completely and utterly he'd failed her. When he'd met her all those years ago in Amaranthine, she'd longed for simple things like a family, a home of her own, and peace from the trauma that seemed to plague her. He'd failed her on every single front, and it was a blow to his ego that the best he could offer her was a cramped mine shaft for a home. She deserved this, the fancy house and the warm bed and the ability to sleep at night without wondering if they were going to be dragged away in the dark by Templars.
She deserved to sleep above ground, and not in the dark twisting tunnels of the undercity that seemed so close and heavy and cr
Of Descent - Chapter 1Of Descent - Chapter 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I used to dream those blue skies were just a thin blanket draped over this world. That the sun and moon were windows to the other side. The light was calling to me- A world where I belonged. Somewhere the wind wasn't cold and bitter, where rain fell soft upon the flourishing earth. Where the stars would dance around me and chase the dark away. A home. A place that I closed my eyes and imagined every night, wishing I would find my way to through my dreams. And every morning when I woke, those dreams faded, leaving a void in my heart. Until I stopped dreaming altogether.
The morning was bright and clear- a change in the recent cold and gray skies. I felt as the corners of my lips expanded into a smile. I loved days like these; they reminded me of the summers where I used to run barefoot through the grass, with my dresses tied up over my knees so I wouldn't trip. When the aroma of freshly-cooked, strip
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
Unschooled Hands 8Unschooled Hands 84 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
Unschooled Hands 4Unschooled Hands 44 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
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.
Element Entry - EarthElement Entry - Earth4 years ago in Settings More Like This
Earth lays its foundations in water and fire, the wind blowing above; the tethered element. Most magicians split this element into two from its traits: its vast surface, comprised of its varying textures and forms, and the nature that grows from it. This simplifies this already simple element, as it further separates the choices for a magician into offensive magic to defensive respectively which an Earth Elemental would find easy to find balance and security in. The solid earth is unmovable, a hammer to enemies as well as a shield to protect oneself be it rock and dust, or soil and sand. Nature, on the other hand, directs its attention more on the well-being of others, as herbs and spices (both immensely important culturally as well as physically) could soothe injuries as well as undo poison, illness, and other afflictions. Sometimes, a magician can even entice nature to leave its earthy bed to aid them in battle, especially if it was done with musical tune. This said, nature and th
Unschooled Hands 9Unschooled Hands 94 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He wasn't sure how long he lay there on the grass beneath the shady oak tree, Anders still tied to his back, but eventually he stirred and began to fumble with the knots. His hands were clumsy, nails torn and fingers bleeding, but he patiently persisted until finally he had worked the knots loose and the mage rolled over onto his back, free of the elf.
Fenris sat up and took stock of the situation. They had escaped the maze of narrow tunnels but now he was uncertain as to where they were in relation to the main cavern where they had left the rest of the party. He guessed they were perhaps some way west of the cave entrance, but he wasn't sure just how far.
He turned his attention to Anders, ignoring his own discomforts. The mage had not stirred once, and up here in the daylight he looked ghastly. His face was grey and drawn, dark purplish shadows beneath the sunken eyes, the skin waxy. Stains of blood still clung to his hair, and a small thin rivulet of fresh blood was trickling slowly
Unschooled Hands 3Unschooled Hands 34 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Fenris shifted his grip upon the mage, who hissed softly in pain.
"I cannot fight with you in my arms," the elf said quietly, flicking his eyes up the path ahead then back the way they had come, straining his ears for sounds of pursuit.
"I know," replied Anders testily. "And I'm useless in a fight without my magic."
"Can you stand?"
"I can try," replied the apostate. "Give me my staff."
The elf carefully set the mage down, but kept a supporting arm around his waist as Anders swayed slightly, paling. Fenris shrugged the pack off his shoulder so Anders could retrieve his staff. He leaned heavily upon it, gritting his teeth. He glanced down at the elf's supporting hand.
"Why Fenris, I didn't know you cared," he smirked. The elf whipped his hand away as though the mage's flank had suddenly become red-hot.
"Don't flatter yourself, mage," he hissed, drawing his blade before swinging the pack back up onto his shoulder. He took a step towards the passageway out, then glanced back at the aposta
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
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