The New Ways of Old Gods Chapter 1The New Ways of Old Gods Chapter 11 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
This is a continuation of the story after the Epilogue of DA:I.
Astlyr Adaar has saved the world, Coryphuis is dead, and Astlyr's good friend Solas has disappeared for parts unknown (without so much as a goodbye). Now things should finally settle down in Skyhold...right? When Cole appears in her room and claims to have found someone in danger who desperately needs her help, she feels compelled to investigate. A new spirit is found, a new mystery arises. This is an odd one. Is the seemingly small newcomer the herald of a much greater danger?
Gods will rise! Alliances will be forged! They saved the world, only to see it endangered again. But what could be the harm in helping an injured bird?
(Will update approx. once a week)
This story is my attempt to continue the story, going off of the hunch that I had the first time I finished the game. There will be SPOILERS for the end of DA:I. I work with one of the popular theories about what happened with Solas and Mythal and the
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The Wolf in the Night
Astlyr lit a candle on the desk, blinking in the small, but insistent flame. She looked about herself. The shadows in Solas' study stretched around her. She could just make out the artfully painted walls. She often wondered if the scholarly elf had commissioned the work. She doubted he had done them himself, but perhaps... She had never thought him particularly artistic. She lifted the candle, squinting. Qunari had superior night vision, but the room had only one door which led to the outside, and no windows. The darkness was complete without her candle. She had already barked her shin on the desk leg when she had first entered the room.
She sighed, wishing she could see her friend, bent over his work for some late night studying. If ever there was a time to have an expert on the Fade and elves it was now, and he was gone. Her mind strayed to the young man in the infirmary below her.
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“What's he saying?” Astlyr scooted closer to Dirthamen, whose lips were moving rapidly as he spoke words she could not understand.
“Nonsense,” Fen'Harel replied, moving so his face was in Dirthamen's line of sight. He gently gripped the man's shoulders, speaking in ancient elvish as well, though in a soothing tone.
Varric stuck his head in through the tent flap, “is he awake?”
“In a manner of speaking,” Myfanwy answered him, hanging back from the group which had gathered around Dirthamen.
Cole teleported into the tent, though he did not rush to the god's side. “What are you getting from him?” Astlyr queried her Spirit Companion.
“It's muddled. Old. Cobwebs in need of dusting. The rust is falling away so the wheels can turn. Memories dance in memories and tangle. The bear wakes up and shakes her head. Looking at the sun...no, not the sun, not the moon. W
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The God Seeker
Astlyr took her turn at the watch and the night was still and quiet as a desert could be. Distantly she heard the yip and snarl of foxes fighting, and the occasional grunt of a larger beast roving, but there was no sign of any further Venatori attack. She and Cole had a pleasant time simply being in one another's company. Little was said, but little needed to be. Cole seemed much less driven to share aloud every pain or worry she felt. It was enough for her to know that he sensed them. When her watch was over she curled back up with Cullen after waking Myfanwy for her turn, and the final shift of the night.
Some time later, in which Astlyr's slumber was dreamless with no images of the Fade or god-wolves within it, she was wakened by a different sound. Cullen had rolled away from her slightly and was obviously in distress. His eyelids fluttered and he muttered urgently, “No. No, leave me, demon! No!
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The Goddess Abroad
“So,” Astlyr peered at the golden halla, who stood away from them, watchful. The creature's beautiful and unusual coat shimmered in the light of the waning moon and of the nearby fire. “Who is this?”
Fen'Harel beckoned the halla with a gesture and the animal dipped its head, stepping closer. It huffed a gout of steam as it stretched its neck to allow Fen to run a hand along it. The halla's fur was at its winter thickness and it looked quite soft to the touch, but Astlyr didn't dare. Instead she stood still, as she might when trying to interact with an ordinary halla. “The Dalish call her Hanal'ghilan. It roughly translates as 'to find' or 'pathfinder'. Some say that she is capable of seeking out the goddess Ghilan'nain. In reality the creature you see before you is the goddess herself.”
Astlyr whistled low. She was getting too used to the idea of elven gods to ques
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Astlyr had no idea how to react to the strange lip-lock. Ghilan'nain had to bend down slightly to kiss Fen'Harel. For his part the wolf god seemed alarmed by the entire situation. His arms remained tensed at his sides and he pulled away as soon as he could. Having finished the kiss Ghilan'nain threw her arms around his shoulders and spoke in an elegant, lilting voice. Astlyr could not understand a word of what the beautiful woman said, as she used the ancient elvish dialect.
“Should we leave you two alone?” asked Varric, grinning like the cat that had gotten into the cream.
“That is not necessary,” Fen'Harel said tightly, managing to extricate himself from Ghiln'nain's arms. He looked thoroughly embarrassed and Astlyr was amused to see that his cheeks and the tips of his ears were red. “She is merely pleased to be restored to her true form,” Fen explained.
“It seems so,” Cassan
Battle MasterBattle MasterBattle Master4 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Shepard stood lightly on the balls of her feet, feeling the shuttle buck slightly beneath her. She was so used to the way ships and shuttles behaved that she barely noticed the motion. She glanced at her team. Garrus met her gaze steadily and she gave him a slight smile. Javik was seated, looking half way between mediation and nausea. He wasn't as used to the shuttle's little rocks and rolls.
"Any updates?" Garrus asked.
The mission was sketchy at best. Still, strange reports from the planet could not be ignored. They were even supposed to get backup. Krogan commandos. She would never complain, having a deep connection with the brutish race thanks to her deep friendship (which bordered on a familial bond) with Urdnot Wrex, the leader of Tuchanka. Still, Shepard was not used to needing backup. She and her team made a name for themselves doing with three
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“Inquisitor!” A familiar, accented voice called to her.
Carr's Way was a tiny port village just to the southeast of the Western Approach. The Griffin settled in to dock at one of the two berths available. The other stood empty and it was obvious, as Astlyr and her people disembarked, that Carr's Way was not used to visitors. The village abutted the desert and not many would have cause to come there. Clearly the people sustained themselves with the fishing trade. They had seen several fishing crafts as the The Griffin hove her route to shore.
“Professor Fredric!” Astlyr greeted as a man hurried up to her group, past a throng of watching villagers who all looked highly suspicious of the entire situation. “I'm glad you are were able to meet us.”
“As am I,” the dragon researcher beamed. Or at least, she assumed he was beaming. The man insisted on wearing his Orliasian mask, even i
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The demon was, fortunately, only a shade. Cole was on it first, slashing his twin blades into its raggedy flesh. Fen'Harel stepped up next, calling the sand to coil around the creature's lower half to hold it in place for the spirit boy. In mere moments the unfortunate shade must have severely regretted its sojourn over the dune. Astlyr actually felt a little sorry for it as it gave a pitiful cry as it crumpled to the sand, reduced to ash.
The demon dealt with, Astlyr clambered to her feet again, her body complaining the whole way. She was loath to free herself from Cullen's hand, but she knew she had to get back down to the rift. If demons were already finding their way to Astlyr's company it probably meant that the Venatori were dead, or as a good as.
She squinted down at the encampment. All of the tents were torn down and lay in shredded piles. There were patches of ice where mages had attempted to slow the fiery rage demons'
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Choices and Reunions
The weather in Skyhold was turning. Astlyr noticed it as she and her people rode back across the long bridge which was the main point of access. The air still held the wintry bite that it had in Emprise De Leon. She noticed that carts were parked beside the doors to the kitchens. Nearby farmers selling winter supplies to the fortress, as it looked as though Skyhold was going to remain occupied for some time.
“What happened?!” Cullen rushed to meet them, even as a young stable-hand took the reigns of Astlyr's mount. Josie followed behind the warrior, a look of concern on her delicate features. “The guards on the walls saw you coming, but we didn't know you'd have wounded.” Cullen held up his good arm and Astlyr let Cole slide down to him. Cullen pulled the spirit boy's arm over his shoulder, bearing much of Cole's weight as Astlyr dismounted.
“I will be fine,” the spirit boy reassur
The New Ways of Old gods Chapter 9The New Ways of Old gods Chapter 910 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
*****Here it is! The chapter you have (probably) all been waiting for! Man, I have tweaked and re-tweaked this chapter more than any other (and it is probably still full of errors lol). I start to get a bit more groovy with the lore in this one. Hopefully everyone will like where I take it! Enjoy!
Random translation: "M'gel" (said by Dorian in previous chapter) Translation: "my girl". His pet name for Astlyr. My husband says that he had no idea, so I figured I better explain that one ******
What Pride Hath Wrought
Astlyr was sitting on the floor, staring. Her mouth was slightly ajar, and her brain felt as though someone had replaced it with a sponge. It was too slow to respond to the words of the man on the bed. He had not taken his eyes from her baffled face, though his expression had grown more concerned. Uncertain. Finally he did look away and his eyes grew wide as he took in the swords and magic aimed at him.
“Go get Cullen,” As
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The next few days aboard The Griffon were rather unpleasant for Astlyr and her people. Cullen and Myfanwy were the worst hit by sea sickness and spent much of their time curled up below decks suffering, though Cole was diligently at their sides to offer help and the use of his soothing magics. Astlyr found she had little tolerance for being below. The ceiling was low ever for a human, and she was constantly striking her horns on beams and hanging lanterns. That, coupled with a deep feeling of claustrophobia, kept her on the deck at almost all times. She could only be persuaded to go below to briefly visit poor Cullen and to eat when invited to the captain's cabin for dinner.
At least Cullen had been given his own small cabin, rather than bunking with the rest of the crew, as the others did. Astlyr was offered the same, but she declined, preferring to sleep on the deck, no matter how chilly it became at night. Below decks not
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Skyhold. It was a welcome sight indeed. Astlyr could have kissed the stones. Hugged the turrets and spires. The cold was unpleasant, but after the desert she was willing enough to face it again. As they rode towards the fortress on borrowed horses, Dirthamen asked her many questions. He claimed he knew the place, though, of course, not the military installation perched atop what had been a temple. “Many of my faithful would leave me offerings here,” he said, fondly.
“Your shrine remains,” Myfanwy rode up beside them. “I can show you.”
“If it would be permissible,” Dirthamen dipped his head towards Astlyr in deference to her judgment.
“You'll have to be treated as all our other 'godly' guests,” Astlyr explained. “You'll be kept under guard and spend much of your time in your quarters. However, I believe exception can be made for a visit to the
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Cole had “woken” first to tell Dorian to take the sleep spell off of Astlyr. She woke with a slow blink, sitting up. Even with this warning, one of the younger mage guards squeaked in alarm and activated one of her wards. As it was intended to trap demons, it only made Astlyr feel as though her limbs had fallen asleep for a few moments. “Naomi!” Dorian scolded loudly, “Keep control of yourself, young lady!”
The mage blushed with embarrassment and banished her other spells with a wave of her staff, her peers chuckling goodnaturedly at her.
“Well?” Varric was the first to address Astlyr.
She glanced at Cole who was still sitting on the foot of her bed. He no longer looked vital and alive. His skin was back to its sickly pallor and his eyes were dull and sunken. When she met his gaze, however, he gave her a reassuring nod. She had no choice but to believe that being in the
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Astlyr saw the world in flashes.
Blue sky with a bird flapping through it—Blackness.
A shout, “they're over here, hurry!” --Blackness.
A face hovering over her, she wasn't certain whose –Blackness.
“-Won't make it through the night if we don't...” --Blackness.
A cool hand resting over her eyes and a sudden feeling of calm. --Blackness.
Something nestled beside her on a bed. An animal? A wolf? --Blackness.
When she was able to open her eyes and keep them open it was night. There was soft light from a nearby fireplace and a few candles as the only illumination. Somewhere in the warm room she could hear someone moving. She took a moment to study the rafters. Herbs hung above her. The scent was meant to keep out infection, she recalled, and perhaps evil spirits. Her mind felt like that of a child. Unable to hold on to complex thoughts. Instead she pondered the herbs.
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The Ritual of Secrets
“MAGE!” Astlyr shouted, louder than she needed to in the closeness of the cave. Another spell flew and struck her shield, deflecting handily off of the smooth surface. “Here, pass Cole back for healing,” she instructed Cullen who was standing directly behind her. She moved the spirit boy, still tucked behind her shield and managing to keep his feet without help, into the templar's waiting hands.
“It's alright,” Cole said, his voice soft, “I'm not badly injured.”
“Healer. Now.” Astlyr snapped, returning her focus to the dunes where the magic had originated. She squinted, all but her eyes and horns covered by her shield as she took up the entire doorway of the tunnel. If someone wanted to get at her people they'd have to blast their way through her. “Varric, get up here,” she ordered without turning her head.
There was a scrabbling sound behind h
The New Ways of Old Gods Chapter 2The New Ways of Old Gods Chapter 21 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
The Wolf in the Temple
Astlyr tightened the cinch on the saddle of her favorite mount. A dappled grey, thick legged gelding named Smoke. He turned his massive head towards her for a pat. She looked across the horse's back to see where her friends were preparing their own mounts. Dorian's a handsome bay with an elegant neck. Cullen's charger was palomino, and its glistening coat matched the knight's gold colored hair. Astlyr stifled a smile. She couldn't see the short horse Varric rode. The beast was not small enough to be a pony, but compared to the others it was tiny.
The stable master was also saddling a dun colored pack horse. This was Cole's preferred mount, though he only rode when he felt like it. Usually he just popped into existence when they had reached their destination. Astlyr usually tied the horse's reins to her own saddle so it would keep up with the group.
“Are we ready?” She asked.
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Asltyr spent the night on the temple floor. She woke the next morning to the concerned faces of the workmen who had come to finish up repairs on the tunnel. Cole was still seated at Astlyr's side, though she had tipped over at some point during the night and curled up like a child in her cloak. A very large child. She hastily tried to dismiss her presence to the workmen, who muttered to one another and a few of them laughed. Perhaps they were already chalking it up to the usual odd behavior of their leader. A woman who jumped off of walls and banished people to the Fade.
Once Astlyr had extricated herself and Cole from the situation she heaved a sigh and straightened her back. “Last night I thought my bed felt too soft,” she admitted to the spirit boy. “The me of today would have told the me of last night to suck it up.”
Cole made no comment. He was back to his pale, sorrowful looking self,
The New Ways of Old Gods Chapter 24The New Ways of Old Gods Chapter 247 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
A New Path
“Did Cas know?”
“Of course. You try to keep anything from that woman. Besides, she has been my loyal friend for some time now. She would know if I was planning to change my standing drink order and the tavern, let alone whether I finally got up the nerve to kiss you.”
Astlyr lazily traced a scar on Cullen's chest. They lay, coiled in one another's limbs, enjoying the afterglow of their romantic interlude. The first of many Astlyr hoped. Both were completely nude and wrapped warmly under Cullen's blankets. They had found that cuddling was rendered slightly awkward by Astlyr's horns, but they managed. She had draped herself partially atop him. Cullen ran his hand gently up and down on her breast bone. “I expect Cole knew as well,” Astlyr sighed. There was no keeping secrets from her Spirit Companion, that was certain. At least she was reasonably assured he would
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Sometimes I write scenes with certain music to accompany them. This is one such case. In this chapter you will see a line of ****** These are to indicate where you should start playing this: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WIjWaulrLjs
This song has no lyrics, you don't have to worry about that. Some people will read faster or slower than others, so feel free to put the song on repeat to keep the mood.
Of course, you are free to ignore this at your leisure.
The Ways of New Gods
She was aware of the voices first. No. Not voices, not precisely. They didn't call to her ears, but tugged at her mind. A dull thrum in her thoughts, some more distinct than others. One voice might break through the wash of its fellows; a sharp yell of pain. It was all pain. Weeping, complaining, screaming. Quiet, subtle hurt and worry from the civilians hidden under Skyhold, to the agony of death from the wounded soldiers in the yard.
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The New Ways of Old Gods
Skyhold was injured. An ugly wound, already bandaged with a lattice of planks and scaffolding, gaped on its stone face. The fortress had hemorrhaged brave souls out onto the snow. Not the least of these were Cassandra Pentaghast and Iron Bull. It took two days of nigh constant funerals to ensure all of Skyhold's dead were given proper rites. The pyres burned in the snow outside the fortress and the ashes were scooped carefully into earthen containers to be placed in a hall of memories. A location had already been chosen for this after the Corypheus war. A large, high ceilinged room under the fortress had been selected for the task. No one was certain what it had been used for before Skyhold's skilled workers had created sturdy niches for the ashes of the dead to rest.
The smiths showed off their lesser known skills by creating placards for each urn, with the name of the fallen carefully etched
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Words on the Wall
“Here,” The human builder, Christopher, got everyone's attention. He was standing at the far side of the massive temple room. Astlyr and her fellows reconvened to go to him. They had been spread about, looking for a door out of the caves under Skyhold, and also admiring the alters left for the other gods.
Fen'Harel fondly pointed them out as though speaking of friends he had seen only the day before. “Ah, this is Ghilan'nain's altar,” he had strode over to the painting of a gold colored halla standing tall and impressive. It seemed larger, more well muscled than the halla Astlyr was familiar with. Well, she supposed, it was a god. “She was a good friend to me,” Fen'Harel said, a tinge of sadness in his voice.
“She plays in the river. The sunlight shining golden on the water matches her hair,” Cole had been listening nearby. “I watch her and she slips so
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Rubble and Ruin
“Ow,” Astlyr woke with a crick in her neck that felt as though someone had been jabbing an iron spike against her spine for hours. At first she didn't realize where she was. Had she fallen asleep in her chair again? No. This wasn't her office. Then she felt an unfamiliar weight at her side and turned, remembering. Cullen was still slumped against her, mouth slightly open as he slept. Her groggy mind cast about for how she had ended up spending the night with the man, on his floor. She gave his face another searching glance. Peaceful. No sign of the raw anxiety and pain she recalled from the night before. But now what? Should she try to rise without waking him? No, that wasn't going to happen. She heaved a sigh and nudged his shoulder.
Cullen woke and sat up too abruptly, “Oooof, Maker,” he groaned, rubbing his back. For a few seconds he seemed as baf
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At first Astlyr thought she must be hallucinating, but a few hard blinks were enough to reassure her that the creature striding towards her from the cave was not a threat. Rather it was a halla. What's more, it was a halla she knew. She might have said something to that effect had her voice not been stolen by another fit of coughing. She needed all her air to remain standing. Her brows came together as the deer-like creature approached, black nose outstretched to sniff her curiously. The animal's fur was an elegant golden color, like the coat of a palomino horse, but richer still, gleaming like precious metal. The halla seemed to be studying Astlyr, large cupped ears spread forward below long, curving horns like twisted tree branches.
Once, Astlyr and her people have been attempting to gain favor with the Dalish tribe that had camped on the Plains. The master of the halla had made a special request. At the