Chapter Fifty-One: Reunions Gearing up in the morning was somewhat depressing, overall; no more beds, no more clean linens, no more bathing chambers with hot water on demand. And it may have been illusory, but I'd felt safe, relatively, in Denerim, while being back on the road was decidedly...not. Not that being practically right under Loghain's nose was p...
As this story goes on, I will occasionally touch on subjects I've never written about before. So, every so often, you might see a different tag to what you would normally see regarding my chapters. Chapter 5 - The Demon Knew Me Well ***** To say the situation inside the tower was a clusterfuck would be an insult to every other clusterfuck I'd ever been pa...
Chapter One Hundred Twenty-One: Noble Training The group of Wardens and the Legion of the Dead ate an incredible amount of food over the late meal; too busy stuffing faces, the noise settled down to a dull roar while we all finished up. There was enough chaos for me to eat like the Warden I was without raising suspicion. Poor Nathaniel and Varel looked va...
Chapter Forty-Seven: Panic and Planning We finally, reluctantly climbed out of the now-cool water and got dressed, teasing each other and laughing the whole time. When we finally made it out of the bathing room, a passing servant pointed us to a small private dining room that Aedan had apparently rented after the brawl fiasco from the night before. Everyone...
Chapter One Hundred Nineteen: Goodbyes The Landsmeet convened four days later; we'd all gotten over any hangovers we'd been left with - Anders had looked like death until he healed himself the next day - and Aedan had sent most of our group on to Amaranthine to wait for us. The Landsmeet was the last thing we needed to do before we followed them, and Riord...
Chapter Fifty-Seven: Explanations Aedan reached out and pulled me into a hug. A few more tears rolled down my cheek, but I refused to lose it again. I pulled away. "Let's go see who's up." We got ourselves dressed, in clothing, not armour, and then wandered out to the main room. Sten and Shale were there already, standing against various walls. Tomas,...
Chapter Ninety-Nine: Protest The trip back to the estate took longer, though at least I wasn't as grim as I'd been on the way. We took turns half-leading, half-carrying Zevran, but I was just grateful he'd come back with us. I almost hoped Zev would make Aedan beg and crawl for a while before taking him back...until I remembered what they were supposed to...
Chapter Eighty-Nine: *Arming and Disarming After making love on and off all night, we finally fell into an exhausted sleep in the early hours of the morning. Someone pounding on the door woke us sometime later; the room was pitch dark, and I had absolutely no idea what time it was. Alistair slipped out of bed and fumbled for some trousers, swearing as he...
This is very different for me. It is a celebrity story and I am writing from the guy's point of view. I have not written as a guy before this so, I hope you like it and I did it well. Please feel free to let me know how I did. As usual, I know there will be small things I missed here and there despite my best efforts. I create and edit it all entirely on my...
You are the Herald of Andraste and the Inquisitor of 'The Inquisition'... a fat, corrupt balding man who has the power to close the demonic rifts that plague the land of Ferelden. You're definitely not the hero that the people were expecting but currently they have no one else that can save them except for you. You were a Circle mage at first, hired to prote...