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
CoverCover5 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 OneFolly: Part One4 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
Folly: Part FourFolly: Part Four4 years ago in Romance More Like This
The grey sky had just begun to lighten when he kissed her on the brow and murmured her name. She stirred and stretched with a yawn, before tensing when she realised she was still in his arms and still quite naked; the blush that bloomed over her cheeks was adorable and he kissed her nose gently.
"Good morning," he whispered.
Her smile was endearingly shy as she whispered "Um, good morning."
He kissed her softly and she moaned quietly, her hands creeping hesitantly up to his shoulders. He lost himself in her for a few minutes, that alluring taste making his head spin with need. When he finally broke away they were both panting slightly.
"It's about time for them to start serving breakfast," he said, laying a kiss on the corner of her mouth. "If you head out now, the corridors will still be relatively empty. I should be able to get away."
She nodded, then blushed again; she wrapped the sheet tightly around herself as she struggled to her feet and began to dash around in
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
Broken Souls: Chapter 62Broken Souls: Chapter 624 years ago in Romance More Like This
Chapter Sixty Two
Garrett felt his stomach surge in horror as he dropped to his knees beside Anders. The mage had a wound on his forehead that was bleeding sluggishly, a line of red curving down his cheek and his neck, and although the gash looked painful he didn't seem to pay it any heed. Tahlie was deathly still in his arms, her eyes closed and her face relaxed despite the vicious burns on her wrists.
He tried to push back the panic rising in his throat. "Is she-?"
"Alive," Anders whispered; the layers evident in that single word were staggering. Panic and guilt and sorrow and love and hysteria and more, all sobbed in the space of two syllables. His arms tightened around her, and his fingers were brushing down the side of her face. "She's alive. I didn't kill her."
Garrett let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding. "What's wrong with her then?" he asked hesitantly, feeling the others crowd into the cell behind him. Merrill put her hand on his shoulder, and he absently
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
Through These Pages Pt2My Dear Lady,Through These Pages Pt24 years ago in Romance More Like This
Words cannot express how delighted I am that my words sparked such inspiration within you. Truly, you honour me no end by choosing to find comfort from my humble letters. I must admit to finding myself curious as to the identity of the woman whose life I have apparently rescued- might a humble saviour beg your indulgence to learn a little more of you? Who, for example, do you mourn so passionately that your very belief in yourself could be so shattered? Why do you believe that they would despise you for doing your very best to protect and defend them? I ask your forgiveness if my questions seem too forward, I merely seek to understand what could drive such an impassioned woman to such extraordinary lows.
Additionally, I can hardly object to your affectionate words when I myself used such an endearment first. As it is, I take no offence from your exuberance, my dear anonymous lady.
With Apologetic Curiosity, Your Concerned Friend
Marian nearly dropped the letter in
Broken Souls: Chapter 70Broken Souls: Chapter 704 years ago in Romance More Like This
The flames licked against the night sky, disturbingly quiet as they ate away at the skeletal frame of the house. Anders stood and stared, hypnotised by the macabre scene; as a mage, he was so used to the violent roar of a fireball, the terrifying boom and thunder and sizzle of fire raining down from the sky. It was eerie to watch the house burn with only a dull rumble that echoed up through the soles of his feet. Occasionally something cracked and splintered, the collapse sending sparks flying high into the air.
It was far too quiet.
He supposed he should have felt something, or rather been able to put a name to what he was feeling just then, but there was just too much there. Before him, the safe house burned, and he just didn't know if he could fathom that. They'd been so careful, so desperately careful and for this place to be the first attacked? It hardly seemed logical for this house, this home, perched on a wooded headland far along the Wounded
Broken Souls: Chapter 67Broken Souls: Chapter 674 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
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
DementiaDementiaDementia3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
You there, in the corner
Dark eyed phantom, maniacal sweetheart,
Trumping in my head like a frantic hammer.
The squall, echoing in my ripping soul,
Vibrating in my lungs in a whole new laughter.
I see you as you are,
But you've been told otherwise,
Yet my eyes can see the shadows in yours,
the child that once was, lost in the agony,
of a tomorrow you think would never be.
You're still smiling at me,
exhuming the warmth of a blissful memory,
I want you to be free again, blessed again
And enjoy the bright path leading you,
To the moment your existence brightens this rotting world.
Despite the heaviness of your past, you still walk tall and brave,
Admiration from my heart to yours,
Forever will remain,
Because real giants are those whose who will always grin,
And you are one of them, my friend.
That madness in you mind is strength,
That softness in your pupils is life,
You there, in the corner,
With your disturbed, prodigious smile
And intriguing, perfect dementia.
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
Guide to graven ones.Guide to graven ones.4 years ago in Settings More Like This
The Graven One.
By The Purple Man.
The Graven one is an necromancer class in itself, yet one of structures that goes beyond the scourge and normal thoughts.
FIRST OF ALL!
Graven ones are first living and turn Undead in the end of their power.
Also think first this class is an prestige class and you will most likely be hated and called names for playing it.
* Eyes: The graven ones eyes are often an white or black colour without a glow just a simple shimmering wet white or black colour.
* Skin: The skin of an graven one is pale, sometimes sickly coloured and thin to nearly see through it.
* Other: A Graven one does NOT carry fangs or any other kind of misfit features, they are UNDEAD normal HUMANOIDS.
* Note: A Graven one do not grow anything extra, they lose weight, and muscles as they grow to the undeath of their own race slowly.
* Cloths: Often a black or gray suit of robes unless they summon their plate set of shadows and bones.
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.
Broken Souls: Chapter 66Broken Souls: Chapter 664 years ago in Romance More Like This
Chapter Sixty Six
"Hawke is buying."
"Like the Void I am! I've just spent the last three days dragging all of you out of numerous scrapes and tangles, so you should all be buying me drinks. For at least the next six months."
Isabela pouted and slumped against Varric's table. "But Haaaawke "
He crossed his arms and propped his feet up on the vast stone table, eyebrow raised. "So, I drag my arse up and down the coast for four days, fighting giant spiders and corpses and slavers and something the elf gods made while they were smoking Felandaris-"
"Garrett!" Merrill sounded scandalised.
Garrett rolled his eyes, but he reached over and tweaked her ear affectionately. "My dear, you told me your gods made that thing from rocks and trees and wind and rain- all I saw was a gigantic, mutated spider made of stone that drooled way too much and ate one of my favourite gloves. If your Creators weren't smoking something when they made it, then whoever told you they we
Broken Souls: Chapter 63Broken Souls: Chapter 634 years ago in Romance More Like This
Chapter Sixty Three
Cullen paused halfway through explaining a complicated shield block manoeuvre to his newest recruits and looked back over his shoulder. "Yes?"
The knight responsible for interrupting the lesson bowed respectfully, fist clenched over his breastplate. "Apologies, Knight Captain, but you have a visitor."
Waving over one of the lieutenants to continue the lesson, he shucked his hauberk and dumped the chain shirt and practise shield by the weapons rack. The relief from the weight and the heat was immediate and he rolled his shoulders in appreciation as he made his way over to the waiting Templar. "Well, I assume you have more to say than simply 'you have a visitor'. Why exactly am I being pulled away from training duties? And if the answer is anything less than 'yes ser, the Divine herself is here, ser' I will not be impressed."
"I would not have interrupted, ser, but the issue seemed urgent. He was quite insistent that he bee
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
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 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?"