*Author's note: I had originally intended for chapter 7 to be the final chapter in the Drama Bomb arc, but it's grown so long I decided to break it up into two parts. As with all my stories, Sarkopheros has been a huge inspiration to me, as well as donating his time and considerable storytelling ability to help me polish and edit my work. If you enjoy this s...
Both RaleighBoy and Peterspeter have stories on here in which I've drawn inspiration from for this story. I really recommend checking out their work as well, since if it was not for them I would not have had the muse to write this (hopefully) ongoing series. Though both of those stories seem to have stopped being written, I could not have been inspired for t...
Chapter 25 - A Different Sort of Fun ***** Ever woken up with five, naked, beautiful women before? I hadn't, and I could only pinch myself as I looked across all five of them. Lyna was still spooned against me, Leliana having turned over during the night to spoon Solona. I managed to hold back the chuckle, noticing Brosca and Sereda were spooning on the ot...
Chapter 26 - Blood ***** "I need you to retrieve something called the Dragonstone." I could have raised a million and one questions but I opted for the simple, "Just point me in the direction and I'll grab it." He smirked, no doubt wanting to return a sarcastic comment himself, but he swallowed it down. It was one of those times I was glad to be taller a...
Chapter 27 - The Elven Lover ***** Wynne sat beside me during breakfast, I think enjoying my close presence before she pulled away a final time, restoring our relationship to its previous state. There were one or two comments made, as the smile on her face never disappeared the entire time, before she finally said, "He made me feel twenty years younger. Of...
Chapter 19 - Recovery ***** Three months later... I had barely left the house since returning from Windhelm having killed the man responsible. I knew I would never have found the Argonian who did the deed. No doubt they'd have returned to Black Marsh. Finding the man who had given the order was enough. Though I barely left the house, I still received the...
Ferelden and the Frostbacks lay far below me. It was a reminder of flying a dragon in Skyrim. The only difference this time is that I had control of this dragon. If it chose to loop around, or fly upside down, I was fucked. So I smacked it in the head with the flat of my sword. "Get on the ground, you stupid fucking dragon." It just roared, trying to shake m...
Chapter 17 - Domestic Bliss ***** Moving Muiri into Riftweald took barely a couple of hours as she didn't need to move any furniture, only her clothes and personal mementoes. I'd bought her a wardrobe and a chest of drawers to hang her clothes in and the drawers for her more personal garments, and made sure she had plenty of space for any other personal ef...
Chapter 31 -- Restoration ***** Vilkas and I left the next morning. The previous night had... It wasn't quite the worst night of my life, but it was close. Aela was beside herself with grief, and after she'd barely eaten dinner, I took her upstairs to the bedroom, where we cuddled together all night, barely able to share a word. She was in no state to joi...
"I'm afraid I'm going to have to decline your request, Jon." Jon frowned at the ambassador's words. Zanari sat in the chair across from him like an unbowed statue: all sharp angles and intractable stiffness. She had her hands folded together in her lap, her multihued outfit glimmering in the light as she watched him with a sharp, contemplative gaze. "I w...