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[LadyAly]

(( OOC.:  This is a project I was thinking a long time about,  now that I know the game well I will write somesort of  a Diary with pictures - nothing is fix just right now. I'll try to handle the things very different, more different then before in my other runthroughs - and forgive me if you found some  faults in the grammar. I'm from germany and try hard to be better with the english language day by day - Now I can only hope the diary is enjoyable for all. It is rated Adventure/Romance - but i suppose later there will be probably some *mature*stuff, too.
Since I'm not familar with ratings - I want to say if anything is wrong let me know over a PM, please.))


It was done -   the Harrowing was done and it was not a real  task for me, until the real Demon *Mouse* showed up. Damn - I can't remember anything.
Jowan seems very jealousy as he told me to go to the First Enchanter - he is a whiny coward of a man. Always complaining - I have no idea why he is thinking he is a friend of mine.
Leads me to the question: Why I feel so distant, Why I feel I'm not belong to this place or anywhere else ?
This questions torturing me since I know nothing about my past, beside they found me near the Brecilian Forrests. 
My Tattoo, my overlong hair I refuse to cut  - even my eyes - Jowan has called it exotic - seeming not to belong here.



The small Human tribe gave me to the circle as they spotted my magical talents.
I was clever enough to hide the most of my talents,though. Especially my ability to change my forms or draw mana from other beings - but infact it has made the Fade and the Harrowing to a playground for me.

Lets go back to the happenings later - Jowan is a fool. He was about to betray the circle. Irving, which I inside call *father*, must have sensed my concerns and convinced me to fake a help for Jowan and Lily. Oh  how right we both were - Jowan is a blood mage and has dabbled in the so called forbidden art. But I really have to hide a smirk that he has destroyed his phylactery and the templars will having a hard way to catch him. This thought is mine alone - as so much others. I guess I have a lot to hide, still.
I have my doubts if the Chantry or anyone has the right to damn any sort of magic.


Anyway I don't care about Lily or Jowan himself - if you act foolish or give some weird feeling like love too much room you have to bear the consequence.
As I had,too - I'm sure Gregoire would like to see me executed - his gaze was murderous. Maybe my luck was Duncan, this interesting man, the Grey Warden and Irving has hold his hand over me, anyway.


Well - and now I already met a King. The fresh air, the mountains - Ostagar - all is overwhelming for me. Duncan's and my journey to Ostagar was made in a fast pace, though.
If I look down this mighty walls a shower runs down my spine as if would a lot of destiny lie in this woods.

Howsoever - I'm hungry and I have a new task ahead - some sort of a ritual to be a *real grey warden*
Let see if I can manage to find here a new *family* or home.

Modifié par LadyAly, 14 avril 2010 - 01:37 .

[LadyAly]

I went through the camp in a slow pace,  met another Mage named Wynne and also a man named Daveth - obviously a smart little thief. All is so new and I take all this new impressions like a desert would take the raindrops. Arriving the Kennel I was very surprised about the hounds - between the sick Marbari and me was immediatly a mental activity I have never felt before. 

What a shame the Chantry is locking the most of us mages away like prisoners . So my thought as I tried to find this other Warden - Alistair. A soft smile crossed my lips as I finally found him mocking a mage. Quickly hiding my staff away he finally moved over to me - with some - rather weird and strange sentences. In the end he was pretty taken aback that I am actually a mage and a woman - and Duncans choice for a new recruit.



Not much later we went out to the Korcari Wilds - Ser Jory, Daveth, Alistair and myself. Ser Jory - I really wondered me what a man of his sort doing at the wardens.
I forget to think about other things as our party was attacked from wolfes - and many of them.
But the seriously injured soldier frightened this so called knight Ser Jory again. I really dislike to debate things if you have a task to be done. We had to do this to be worthy to be a Grey Warden -

And then I smelled it - the darkspawn. By Andraste and the Maker the putrid foul smell is still in my nose. Ugly unworthy creatures they are. We gathered the vials, running battling through the Wilds. Finally arriving some ruins - again some darkspawn awaits us - I found a broken chest.



She appears from nowhere - Morrigan. I felt her before I heard her voice accusing us to be vultures, intruders and so on. She has might, magical might - some similar to my own. Despite the others I couldn't be unfriendly to her and so she took us to  her mother.
Now - that is a witch - a real one. I snickered inside me as she asked me what I think and that so much about me is uncertain. I bet all around me had no idea about the truth in her words. Anyway - we got our treaties - Morrigan brought us out of the woods and dissappeared. My feelings were strange - so as I had lost a sister and with a deep sigh I followewd the men back to Duncan's Fire.

Duncan was waiting and pressed forward to the ritual, Ser Jory gazed him and us all with mistrust. As Duncan reveals we have to drink the darkspawnblood his eyes flickered in panic - I was sure before the joining even had begun it will be end badly with him.
Alistair speaks some remarkable words before the ritual starts - they are burned in my mind forever now:
"Join us brothers and sisters. Join us in the shadows where we stand vigilant. Join us as we carry the duty that can not be forsworn. And should you perish, know that your sacrifice will not be forgotten. And that one day we shall join you."
It was surely not my favored drink - but if it helps to stop this creatures and a Blight I was willing to drink it.
Deep inside me I was sure not even this taint would kill me, and this feeling remains after poor Daveth collapsed to the ground, gasping for air in desperation and died. Still the shock let me freeze - I liked this man and his bravery - a loss in my eyes.

Ser Jory draw almost in the same moment his blade against Duncan, not willing to share the same fate as Daveth - complaining about how unfair all it was towards him and his pregnant wife. I saw Duncan kill him - his blood spilling all over.



Duncan himself let me not much time to think about with some small words he gave me the silver cup. I nearly choked at the smell again before i raised it to my lips and took that sip.
The Horror followed like a lightning strikes a tree - my head wanted to explode, my eyes were burning and blind - the nightmare... the Dragons ... 



Soft voices from the distant I heard and I saw two faces over me *It is finished. Welcome* Trying to get onto my feet, still troubled about all - I had to say I can't believe he has killed Ser Jory - even if my thought was this knight wasn't a big loss.
Some pain flickered through Duncan's eyes and I understand - without further words.

I need a bit of time for myself before I face the king again - now I am a Grey Warden - whatever this means for me and my future.
 

Modifié par LadyAly, 28 mars 2010 - 10:47 .

[LadyAly]

Now this traitor Teyrn Loghain was right in one thing - our young King liked to play the hero - and he had to pay a deadly price for it.

I will try to remind me what happened step by step - I need to find a way out now. Alistair is still under shock and seems not willing to accept the challenge to lead us.
Take a breath NaChaya - consider what must to be done and first of all think back to sort out the happenings.

King Cailan seems possessed to forge a legend as he ordered us to lit the beacon at the Tower of Ishal. Alistair and I - I watched Teyrn Loghain hidden under my lashes, cause my senses told me about a lot of madness in this man, bitterness in his voice. I was wondering why the king not even heard this - maybe he wont for his own reasons. If Duncan detected anything he hid this well - so I'm not sure if he has foreseen what was come upon us later.
Alistair wasn't pleased to lit a simple beacon - I couldn't see the meaning to send two of us to the Tower, but I can hold my tongue and my thoughts anyway on my own.



It was a personal request from the king and Duncan's order was clear. Soon as he left us we prepared us against the upcoming strong storm and rain, thunder and lightning starting to roar through the small valley. As we both run over the gorge the battle has already begun.
The task seems so easy but I wasn't confident - inside scared as a child about the loud noises, the death cries and the fires. It was an inferno and above all this terrible smell - darkspawn and more.
Alistair saw the both first and with a concerned noise he stopped. *You... you're Grey Wardens, aren't you ? The tower .. it's been taken !*
We both gasped for a moment, but there was no time to get over this unfortunate fact. We had to lit the beacon, that was our duty...
Fast as we could we four fought our way through the tower - in the mid of the second floor Alistair stopped shortly and spoke to me
*Maker's breath! What are these darkspawn doing of the rest of the horde? There wasn't supposed any resistance here !*
Unusual for me I answered without hiding my thoughts
*Why attack the tower at all ? Unless they know the plan ?* Alistair refuses to believe this could be true and forced us to hurry. Teyrn Loghain should be waiting for the signal.



The next big present was an Ogre - a huge ugly stinking Ogre - between the beacon and us.



With all our left force we killed the beast - I run immediately to lit the beacon then. Taking a deep breath of releave - It was nearly my last thought - before I heard a noise and a hail of arrows hit me. The sharp pain was incredible - so my life ends...so soon... 
Then I passed out.

Morrigan... What... *Ah, your eyes finally open. Mother shall be pleased.*
So starts a small conversation between us both, she told me about severe wounds and that it was a close call - but her mother managed to rescue Alistair and me... howsoever.
Still exhausted and sore I put on my robe to go outside.
Alistair stared at me as I would be a wonder - Yes I'm alive ! His gaze forced me to smile thinly to give him the feeling I am real.
Morrigans Mother told us finally her name *Flemeth* and yes I had knew this deep in my heart before - she was the Witch of the Wilds, Flemeth from the Chasind Legends -
Surprisingly for Morrigan and me she ordered her daughter to join us - to help us - for what reason ever.
Maybe a mighty witch like her is fearing the darkspawn as we do - but I'm not sure about and to be honest I do not care much. Morrigan may  be a good addition and help - she knows the Wilds very well.
We have the treaties and like Alistair suggested, before he went silent again and with making a face that Morrigan will stay with us, we need to find the Arl of Redcliffe and seeking aid against the Blight and Teyrn Loghains treachery.



I have no idea how two, or now three, people manage this task - but we have to try it, with ALL talents we have or the Blight destroys all.
 

Modifié par LadyAly, 29 mars 2010 - 10:58 .

[King Killoth]

Wow I love how you placed in the pics and great story too keep it up

Modifié par King Killoth, 30 mars 2010 - 01:22 .

[LadyAly]

Morrigan suggested a village in the north - so we could stock up our supplies. Alistair kept silent until we arrived a bridge and a so called *Toll Collector* Bandit obstruct the passage with his men. After a slightly mocking dispute I was in the mood to test some spells on him - especially the swarm of stinging insects. This teaching him exactly the lesson Morrigan liked to see - I saw her wicked grin as the Leader was running away - yelling for mercy. Before I got some answers, and one was rather shocking. Loghain was regent and has put a bounty on Grey Wardens - he blamed us we had killed the King.

We came to Lothering and Alistair starts to speak - it ends only in mocking from Morrigan and I wished both would shut up - my eyes scanned the surroundings briefly. This small village was full of refugees - I could feel the desperate feelings in the air. A doomsayer was here,too, crying - a quarrel between some Chasind and a peasant, as we crossed a small bridge to search for a drink and some food in the tavern.
My sigh wasn't a pleased one as we now, of all times, found some of Loghains Men inside the Tavern. A red haired chantry sister comes up trying to avoid a fight between our group - my harsh words were clear - *I don't need you help, miss. Please stand back*
But this girl was one of the stubborn sort and rather surprised I noticed she raised a dagger as the Commander gave his order to take the Warden into custody and kill the others. Not even a minute it takes as he and his men yield. I gave him the order to bring a message to Loghain *He'll will pay for what he's done. We're coming for him*
This strange cloister sister insisited to join us, even if I told her I need more then prayers . Stubborn as a mule, babbling from a vision to help us against the darkspawn - well in the end I thought one helping hand more can't be a fault. Ah - I overheard the comments from Alistair and Morrigan about my decision, but I must hold back some sharp words for both.




Not far from the Tavern was a cage - with a huge dark Man in - praying in a strange language - after some requests he told me without emotions *I am Sten of the Beresaad--the vanguard--of the quunari peoples.
Leliana told me he has slaughtered an entire family - even the children.
He not even refused this- quite the opposite. Morrigan insist to let him free and show mercy - maybe change with Alistair the place ... I made no comment about that.
The key to the cage had the revered mother and so we went to the chantry to talk with her - and see- with Lelianas help it went rather smooth to get the key from her and give Sten into my custody.
On our way out Alistair stopped suddenly - * Ser Donall ? Is that you ? *



And then he started to told us about the Arl, his illness and the search for some Ashes to cure him. My mood and hopes were sinking - but we decided nonetheless to go to Redcliffe - seeking out what happened there.
Freeing Sten and gave him the opportunity to fight with us the darkspawn to atone his crimes was the last thing we were doing in Lothering. Now we were already five people.




As we headed north we heard some yellings for help - and the well known smell fills my nostrils - darkspawn. It was luckily a short fight, I was tired and my strength to casting spells was weakly - we all need some rest for sure.
The dwarfen merchant Bodahn Feddic and his son Sandal were pretty thankfully for the rescue.
The night falls quickly after installing a camp with some tents and a campfire. I was falling into sleep very fast, before.. before the nightmare starts again. A mighty Dragon, he saw me, felt me - I wanted to cry out loud, instead i woke up, heavy breathing and with sweat on my forhead. My long hair a wild mass.



*Bad dreams, huh ?* Alistair asked me quietly
*Why are you bothering me ? I'm fine* - but he ignored my harsh words, telling me I had shouted in my sleep and were trashing around. Further he explained we Grey Wardens hearing the darkspawn and sense the archdemon - the dragon. He said maybe i can block out this dreams at some point - I was a bit ashamed about my snappy behaviour and managed to gave him a small thank you - by the maker i'm a b.i.t.c.h - am I ?

I couldn't sleep anymore and decided to take a short walk around the camp - so many thoughts - I was aware before the nightmare started I was dreaming about myself, my past - but probably it will be a secret forever who I am.
With another heavy and hidden sigh I wandered off away from the camp - to have time for myself.

 

Modifié par LadyAly, 23 avril 2010 - 05:45 .

[Crixt]

Lovely so far

[LadyAly]

thx - to both of you. I'm still not sure if this is good enough - I have read a lot of better storys here. Struggling with my english knowledge sometimes, too.

Modifié par LadyAly, 31 mars 2010 - 04:25 .

[moemie]

I like the way you added screenshots to the story. Nice story, thank you

[LadyAly]

Restless as I was my feet dragged me to Sten, I was still unsure if I can trust him - and - much more important if he was able to fight after his weeks in the cage.
He was harsh, but I simple ignored his arrogant manners and got the pieces of information I want from him.

Next one was the *Chantry Sister* Leliana. Interesting she said she was in her past a traveling minstrel in Orlais - no wonder she could fight like a devil. I had read in our Circle library about this minstrels in Orlais - maybe another time I have to dig deeper.

I felt Alistairs gaze upon me and follow my steps -so I walked  towards him. His hazel eyes  were full of sadness.
I couldn't help myself to ask him if he would like to speak about Duncan. He opened his heart a bit, telling me that he would like to have a proper funeral for Duncan. He was looking up to the dark sky, black velvet with some shiny diamonds - maybe to hide his feelings before me.
Pah - his following questions was hitting me like a bolt out of the blue. *Have you.. had someone close to you die ? Not that I mean to pry, I'm just...*
*I'd rather not talk about it, to be honest* I guess  my face was frozen like my dark eyes - 
*Oh. Sorry about that. Let's .... get going. We still have a lot to do, right ?*
I managed to nod and turned my back on him, quietly walking away. I heard a noise, maybe he tried to hold me back, I don't wanted to know, anyway. By the Maker he had really hit my weakest point - no idea if I had lost anyone or anything. I felt loneliness ...



In thoughts I reached Morrigans fire and her gaze  wasn't warm - very refreshing in this moment. So we start  to talk - about the wilds, about her youth - as Flemeth used her as a bait to lure templars into the vast place of the wilds. I agreed with her view that Magic can exist everywhere. She seemed pretty surprised - I asked her if I can stay at her fire for a while - with a gracious move from her hand she gave me the allowance. We both went silent for the rest of the night, lost in thoughts, anyone on its own.

 



Very early we packed our stuff, making in good pace some miles towards Redcliff.

And again it was Alistair who was giving me a hard nut to crack. Abruptly stopping he turned towards me, running his hand through his hair, uneasy smiling. *Look, can we talk for a moment ? I need to tell you something. I , ah... should probably told you earlier.

*I'm not going to like this, am I ?*



and then it burst out of him... that he was a bastard - more .. King Maric's bastard. After some requests I tried to swallow my annoyance about him. He was looking a bit lost, but still relieved.

*so there you have it. Now can we move on, and I'll just pretend you still think I'm some .. nobody who was too lucky to die with the rest of the Grey Wardens* he stuttered finally

*Aren't you ? *

*See? I knew you could do it, It's easy, isn't it?* he turned to move forward to the bridge. My gaze dropped to the ground for a second - now we have some new opportunities - right ? Still my anger about Alistair let me move slowly - Morrigan tipped with her staff on my shoulder with a rather amused glance. I could only answer with a shrug - Redcliffe was near now and we would see how this new knowledge our journey and task affect.
 

Modifié par LadyAly, 26 avril 2010 - 05:17 .

[LadyAly]

Just as we were arriving Redcliffe looked peacefully - a sunlit nice town with a huge impressive castle. This impression was pretty fast destroyed from a man running toward us, disbelieve in his face. *Have to come to help us?*
I must stared at him like a Marbari which seen his food crawling away - in fact very far away. Before he could say anything more I made clear I'm here to see the arl.
*The arl? Then ... you don't know? Has nobody out there heard?*
He started to explain that the town is currently under attack from evil things.
Morrigan starts to mutter under her breath *Apparently everyone seems to agree that a blight is the perfect time to start kill each other. Marvellous, really.*
I went silent crossing my arms over my chest and Alistair could figure out at least that a man - Bann Teagan, the brother of the arl, was near -  in the town. So we followed the young man quietly.
Bann Teagan was at the first look an impressive man , he seems to hold all together in this weary town. *Greetings friends. My name is Teagan, Bann of Rainesfere, brother to the arl*



After a short swallow Alistair starts to speak - a broad smile crossed for a second the face of Bann Teagan as he figured who stands before him. His eyes sparkled brightly in hope and then in wrath as he spoke about Loghains treachery and lies.
I told him why we came here, that we need to see his brother. His answer let fell me silent a moment again - Earl Eamon was gravely ill, if not dead.
And the attacks starting from the castle - each night they push harder and the assault tonight - so Bann Teagans fear- should be the worst yet. He begged Alistair for help - and as always he let the decision up to me.
I agreed to help to defend the town, but i was in need to persuade Sten that this probably was the chance to rescue the arl. Morrigan made a sour face and called all pointless.




We started immediatley our work, it was a strange feeling to act as a general suddenly. Murdock - the mayor from Redcliffe - was suprised a woman can be a grey warden - which results in raised brows from my side.
I spared any reply about the woman thing  and told him I'm not up to chat. The task was to defend this down.
It was rough and cumbersome to get all to work, I had to break doors to chase a dwarf and his mercenarys out to fight. We had to give a drunken smith a promise to find his daughter - even if I had huge doubts about.
In the Tavern we found a suspicious Elf - and look - he wasn't so innocence. Anyone from Denerim - called Arl Rendon How and Loghains right hand - has ordered him to watch the castle. Another tile in the puzzle ?
He gave me as a proof the letter with the order and instructions. He stumbled on his feets, obviously in fear we simple struck him down for this. His elf eyes wide open he heard my quiet words *I think you should help defend Redcliffe tonight.*
*All...all right. I'll do it. Thank you for your mercy, I won't forget it!*
With a sigh I watched the fat man behind the bar - and moved over to him.
I let him not much of a choice - *Fight in the militia or die here...*
Cursing he turned away to make himself ready.

Next step was the knight Bann Teagan mentioned. Ser Perth had some fine manners and called me "my lady". However I asked him if he had considered to use the oil in the store - enough to slow the monsters probably down. He agreed this should be an excellent idea - running my hand over my face for a moment I demanded some answers about the Arl. But there was nothing much news - beside he seems to be cursed and the arlessa believed only the ashes could cure her husband.



We went for a last look down to the mid of the town to speak with Murdock. His eyes glowed now in confidence -the militia was ready to fight - as we are.



Then we were waiting for the nightfall ....

They came down from the castle in waves- walking corpses, undeads.
Running through the burning barricades into our waiting weapons and spells.

 

I wasn't sure how long this fights lasted as one of the militiaman yelling and breathless grabbed my arm firmly.
*The monsters are attacking from the lake! They're attacking the barricades! We need help!*
I barked something like *Knigths! Berwick and Dwynn! Stay here and guard the path!"
We others hasted behind the militia man down into the next battle. Wave after wave we defeated, I saw Sten with might swinging his sword, Alistair in rage and swift moves using blade and shield, Duncan and his men let the undead fall in hail of arrows, even Loyd the tavernkeeper fought bravely with his dagger.



Morrigan and I casted the spells from behind, some of the them simple exploded in a cloud of blood ... and then it was suddenly silent - we had lost some of the militia men, but to be honest far less as I had expected. 
So tired - so exhausted now ... I sank with Morrigan down at the doorsteps from the chantry - waiting for the dawn.
 

Modifié par LadyAly, 23 avril 2010 - 06:01 .

[LadyAly]

The sun rose up slowly, diving the scenario in unrealistic orange and pink shadows. The most of us still remain in a more or less peacefully slumber - but for me it was over. I have dreamed again and the sleep was take away from me now. I strolled down the alley  to take an early bath in the near see. No one was in sight and I enjoyed the cold clear water, soothing my hot skin down. Refreshed I took a seat at the planks, more or less awake, in fact I dozed off slowly until Morrigan searched for me. With her usual distant gaze she was patting my shoulder. *Come on - the village awaits his *hero*
With a mocking chuckle she walked away. I had to hide a grin as I followed her to the chantry, taking my place beside my companions as Bann Teagan was coming out of the Chantry with the revered mother. The whole village folk stood there, awaiting his speech.



*Dawn arrives, my friends, and all of us remain. We are victorious !*
The folk cheered up and some relieved laughter was to hear.
*And it is these good folks you see beside me that we have to thank for our lives today. Without their heroism, surely we would all have perished*
He turned towards me, a honest, but still serious, smile on his lips
*I bow to you, dear lady. The Maker smiled on us whe he sent you here in our darkest hour.
Allow me to offer you this. the helm of Ser Ferris the red, my grreat-uncle and hero of Ferelden. He would approve passing it to one so worthy.*
I feeled my cheeks flushing - taking this helmet carefully *Thank you, Bann Teagan. I'm honored*

The revered mother started a prayer for those who gave their lives in defense of the village.
Bann Teagan let the folks know he want now go to the castle to seek out the arl. Further he promised to come back as soon as possible with news.
He whispered then towards me *Now we've no time to waste. Meet me at the mill. We can talk further there*

I gave the helmet to Alistair with a nod - *use it - will fit you well*
before I followed Teagan up to the mill. Our gaze wandered to the now quiet castle - Teagans voice was thoughtfully as he told us about a secret passage to the castle. Suddenly his eyes growing wide and he raised his arm *Maker's breath!*

A- obviously noble - woman coming up running, face pale and tears in her eyes - *Teagan! Thank the Maker you yet live!*Hastily and with an odd orlesian dialect she wanted Teagan return with her - alone. Now was time for me to interfere and I made pretty clear I need more then simple words to let Teagan go alone into the castle-
With cocky behaviour she asked the  Bann who I am before Alistar let out a sigh - *You remember mer, Lady Isolde, don't you ?*
*Alistair ? Of all the ... why are you here?*



Bann Teagan told her what happend in some meager words - but she barely listen. Hand -wringing she replied again and again she need to return, her son Connor was going to be mad - I perked up as she mentioned a mage.
She told us  that the Arl was poisoned from this mage, that he was hired from Teyrn Loghain. I felt a strong cold hate growing up in me - Loghain will regret bitterly one day all what he has done, if this should be true. Now the presence of this Elf in the Tavern made suddenly sense - the pieces come together suddenly.
There was a feeling in me Lady Isolde wasn't telling us the truth about all and I said this frankly. She snapped at me, but I was sure it is true.
She started again to plea and cry - Teagan should come with her alone.
In the end he agreed to go with her. He ordered her to go ahead and took me aside.
His proposal sounds good in my ears. We should enter with his signet ring the secret passage. Perhaps he could in the meanwhile distract the evil inside. Ser Perth and his knights shall wait at the entrance - maybe it was possible to open the gates from inside for us to get help from him.
With a heavy heart I let himself go - not sure if this would be his death.

Priority was to rescue the Arl, maybe get him out of the castle ...
 

Modifié par LadyAly, 10 avril 2010 - 01:58 .

[LadyAly]

Very carefully we stepped - after using the signet ring - into the dungeon, hearing fighting noises behind a door.
Alistair looked into my face, questioningly, muted we readied us for a fight, then I gave Alistair a nod to open the door.
Ahead - three or four of this walking corpses - attacking someone in a cell.
We finished the undead pretty fast - and then I heard a voice I thought I wont hear it nevermore. My stomach turned into a hard knot.



*Hello? is there someone out there ? Who is it? --- by all that's holy... you ! I can't believe it...*
*took the word right out of my mouth Jowan*



Anger and blind hate was raising in me as he in his whiny coward manner told some pieces of a story - HE - has poisoned the Arl - HE - was to blame for the chaos in the castle, along with the cocky noble Lady,who allowed him to teach a child - HE has made my journey so much harder...
I argued with Alistair and especially with Morrigan about him, only Sten has the right view of it- I had nothing others in my head as to kill him - he has always been a fool - teaching a little child forbidden magic.
Morrigan asked me angrily *Why you can't let him alive ? Must he be destroyed simple for what he is?* *NO, for what he has done*
This was the only answer, my voice as cold as ice to make clear that this was my unalterable decision -
I looked in his eyes, his sentence was hushed *I understand and ... I accept it. Do ... do what you have to.*
As i raised the dagger to push it with all my strength towards him I heard myself whispering *Time to die, already*



Simply walking away, Morrigans gaze pretty surprised, Sten with approval and Alistair very silent - I felt their shared looks. Anyone of them seems astonished about my cold blooded handling of this.
Slowly I came back to myself as a shudder run down my spine - but there was no time to think about - the walking corpses, shades and revenants keeping us busy with fighting. In a small room we found a yelling Girl - I tried to calm her down. It was in fact the Smith's daughter, Valena.  *Go run girl, the way should be safe, go to your father - we promised to find you in the castle.* She run off very swiftly, barely saying a thanks - no wonder after tis nightmare she went through.
Arriving through a small dungeon we stood in the courtyard of the castle, I spotted the gate and run their immediately to open it for Ser Perth and his knights. He bows his head slightly before he passed me and joined the fight.
For a moment, during casting some spells, I wondered if he would still be so respectfully if he would know about my doing, that I had taken a life merciless, not long ago...
Idiotic thing to think in a fight .. the revenant froze me, not able to move I felt my senses fading away, my strength weakening heavily - suddenly I was able to move again freely. Alistair gave me a soft nod, something like a smile, too, before he turned away from the dead corpse ... so he has saved my ass this time.
I looked around and no enemy seems left. Tucking my staff on my back, mumbling a healing spell for myself to give my jelly knees some strength we passed the main gate of the castle - arriving the main hall - 
My chin dropped as I saw Teagan doing somersault, a boy clapping his hands and Lady Isolde standing there, hanging her head in fear or shame - I wasn't sure.



The Boy starts to speak in a very unnatural deep voice. Then again a childish voice cried for his mother ... only a minute, before it was changed again.
The demon barked at Lady Isolde violently - she gave me a desperate gaze.
*Grey Warden ... please don't hurt my son! He's not responsible for what he does!*
I turned again in a piece of ice, wrapping coldness around my heart -
*You've been protecting him this entire time?*
Morrigan spoke out what I was thinking - a foolish child, made a deal with a demon
Connor insisted vehemently that all was a fair deal, his father still alive. But now it should be his time to conquer the throne and the world. I spoiled obviously his fun as I helped the villagers. So I let him know, unmistakeable, I was here to stop him. After yelling that I have to repay my doings, he was running out of the room  very quickly and we find us in a battle with Teagan, undeads and knights. The demon has well controlled his minions.
I tried not to think about who I combat, as Teagan attacked me. My spells caged him and we struck him fast down, trying not to hurt him severe.

Isolde helped him with bitter regrets in her voice, tears brightend her eyes.
Apologetic towards Teagan and us she tried to defend still her son, not able to see he was turned into a abomination, not even as Morrigan mention it - and that there only would be one way to stop it.
She cried out loudly - told about the mage who was to blame for all - but he was dead.
Alistair was pretty silent beside one sentence that he was not sure if there would be any other way then slaying the child.
I wished he had supported me, show me a another way. Morrigans proposal for a ritual - I had to think about. But I couldn't do this.. time, time, lyrium and mages - all we don't had to solve the problem.
My decision stands - we had to fight the demon right here. No matter what it costs, I had still Teagan words in my ears, only the rescue of Arl Eamon counts.
She cried in desperation, tears streaming down her cheeks *NO..oooo!! No! I won't let you do this! It isn't right! It isn't right!!*
Sten and Teagan gave me finally the support I need *it must be done. The cancer must be cut out*
*Go and do this quickly. We MUST save Eamon and restore the castle. I will make Isolde understand*

With a heavy heart I started to ready me for this, searching for Connor in the castle upstairs.
I approached him slowly. He looked up at me, telling me to go away or SHE  would hurt me. I had the child, the real boy before me and my heart starts to cry. I swallowed hard and asked him if he was aware who SHE is.
The Demon has entered his dreams and then she had take control over him and all.
*I need to help your father Connor* *Are you going to kill me? SHE said you would. What's going to happen to me? When I'm dead? Is it ... going to hurt much ?*
For a second I had to close my eyes, blinking a tear away, cursing my fate to make such decisions, cursing his mother and Jowan.
But he deserved honesty *Probably, yes*
 *Oh. At least nobody will be hurt anymore, and maybe Father can be helped. That's all I wanted. Just .. just do it then.*
Stroking over his hair and cheek I whispered * I need you to help me, or I may not win Connor.*
*I... I'll try. I don't know what to do, but I'll try*
He closed his eyes - and the demon shows himself with some minions.



The fight was over - Sten heavily bleeding- Morrigan bandaging his wounds, with another deep breath I reached the unconscious body of the boy as Lady Isolde entered hastily the room - grabbing the boys body *Maker help me, there must be some other way! DON'T KILL MY BABY;I'M BEGGING YOU!!*
I was really tired of her, I could understand her grieve, but she has caused it and now she tried with all tricks to hold me back. I begged her to stay away - but in her condition she wont listen and ordered me to stop.



I knocked her out - then I took my dagger, slit the throat of the unconscious child - I hope he hasn't felt anything. No one saw the tear which were  running down my cheek, I hid them well.
Isolde stumbled out of the room, weeping *What have you done?*
*I'm so sorry, you left me no choice*
*He was just a boy... I tried so hard to safe him....And what am I left with? Nothing.*
I left her so she could mourning for her son,  I need to find Bann Teagan.
He runs his hands over his face *So it is over.*
We talked for a solution, cause Arl Eamon was still comatose. We need to find this Urn - the Urn of Sacred Ashes, maybe this relict was able to heal the Arl .

Maybe ... or we started to hunt a fairy tale.
 

Modifié par LadyAly, 14 avril 2010 - 07:25 .

[LadyAly]

awww.. - this means a lot to me @mochen. Really !

I never killed the child before in my play through and it was not easy - I have to admit. But if I read over the other fanfic story's I feel unsure about my own - Always challenging my english knowledge - doubts if I am really able to share NaChayas feelings in public - to make it traceable ?

I promise there will be in future some amazing discovery's.



Feedback is so wanted and neccessary =)

[LadyAly]

The breeze this night was bone dry and cold - it fits my feelings, tired to death after the happenings in the castle. In my mind repeating the words *It was necessary, it was a must - for our task*

Sitting in front of my tent, staring blank into the fire, waiting for some sleep, but I was still to troubled. Alistair walked over to me and I gave him a warning gaze to let me alone. But no - Sir Templar Warden Alistair wanted to speak.



*Now that we're back at the camp, I want to talk about what happened. At Redcliffe*
My reply was frosty *You were there. You saw what happened.*
*Yes, I know. I've had some time to think about it now.* He raised his voice *You killed Connor. You killed him. A little boy. HOW could you do that ?*
My eyes growing wide.. how he dares ... he not even had gave me a little piece of support - beside standing behind and look at all. And this fool dared to ... Trying to calm myself down I stood up to look him directly in his eyes.
*I didn't enjoy it, Alistair*
His voice raises more, he was clear in rage now. *I'm not saying you did. But there must have been something else that you could have done. SOMETHING - ANYTHING that didn't involve killing a child ! This is the arl's son we're talking about here. What do you think he'll say when we revive him ?*
I gasped, then we fall silent, glaring at each other. Now I was slowly seeing how the cat was jumping. His suppressed guilty conscience  made him looking for judge and relieve -  by accusing ME !
I managed to speak a few words, hoarse, drudgingly *He'll see that there were larger things at stake.*
My guess becomes more educated *I just don't know how you could do it, how you could make this decision. I owe the arl more than this*
My thoughts were racing, my heart pumping adrenalin into my veins - he had could interfere.... he had could hold me easily back... I want hurt him .. he is blaming ME ... But instead of raise my hand against him, to slap him hard in his face for his foolish behaviour, my self control returned - like a mage has to act.
*I honestly did the best I could, Alistair.* Turning with a hard shrug away from him I signalized clear this "conversation" was over for me.
*You're right. Of course you're right. I'm such an ass. I should know better than to second guess you like this. Ahhhh,... why am I getting on your back about it? You did what you had to. It's just.. all this death ....*
He paused for a second, but I had to much hard feelings to turn and look in his face - he had hurt me deeply and I wondered why he had could hurt me that much.
His voice was wearily, maybe regretfully - I wasn't in the mood to care about his feelings. So he turned with some last words *Never mind. Let's just stop there before I do more than shove my foot in my mouth like an idiot*

Now the sleep was fleeing from me totally, I started to wandering around without any aim, blindly. Passing Sten he spoke to me *You are not quite as callow as I thought .. that is... unexpected.*
*Uhm.. thanks, I guess*



Due to the fact I wasn't anyway not able to sleep we spoke for a while and I heard with interest some facts of  the qunari people and finally Sten's story, why he had slaughtered the farmer family.. In parts I could understand him. Losing this sword must be like I would lose my magic talents - probably more. I was touched that he had opened himself for a bit and promised I'll try to find his blade to restore his honor. Patting his shoulder with a tiny smile I continued my walk. Simple making the attempt to forget Alistair and his words I started to speak with Leliana about her vision.



She was a nice girl, apparently in my age, too. In the end I supported her, gave her the feeling she was wanted here and that it would be always better to believe what feels right for herself.

My eyes meets Morrigans in the distance and I saw her waving me closer.
She looked me up and down with a sly smile *I see you are in one piece, still. Our camp fool Alistair has not harmed you in his rage*
My answer were raising my brows, words full of scoff * Alistair ? He is not even brilliant enough to hurt my toe... *
We started to talk again a long time about her life in the wilds and her youth - and finally I found the words to tell her that I had the gift to shapeshift .. Now the surprise was on her. She told me that she always had the feeling I'm not a simple mage ... something familiar. I shook my head, my past was dark and unknown - but still I was al ready a very good mage as I joined the circle - Irving has called me gifted and took me under his wings.

Morrigan started suddenly to chuckle girlishly and plucked on my blue robe ... *Damn - why you wrap your wonderful body in this stiff thing ?- Wait...*
She jumped up and opened a chest, taking out a robe, similar to her own. *Try this .. please...* I blinked heavily, taking the robe, pulling it over me after removing my own. *Why ?...*
* You will be a better Shapeshifter in this robe - I promise. Means you are more helpfully to kill darkspawn* she chuckled
I broad grin curled suddenly my lips and I bowed my head, going then on my tip toes and circling around in front of her.



We laughed both quiet before we sat down at her fire, sharing some tea... waiting for sleep. It felt so right to be with her ... and my suffering and pain about Alistair's selfishly behaviour was fading slowly away.

Modifié par LadyAly, 23 avril 2010 - 06:12 .

[LadyAly]

Near dawn a wagon arrived our camp.
The Man looked at me curiously and mentioned I'm hard to find. My interest was peeked as he said his name is Levi Dryden and if Duncan ever mentioned him. I furrowed my brows, trying to remember, as I felt someone in my back.  I gazed over my shoulder to look directly in Alistair's hazel eyes. Obviously he had heard the rest of Levi's question, drop the corner of his mouth down, shrugging and shaking his head, clearly he also has never heard of a person like Levi Dryden.



I denote him to explain himself and the upcoming story was ... to put it lightly ... very interesting. There was an old fortress, belonging to the Grey Wardens, but abandon since years. His great-great-grandmother was the last Warden Commander of Ferelden, back when the Wardens were known as freeloaders. King Arland banished the Wardens, took House Dryden's land and title. His family rebuilt, becoming merchants and never lost their pride. Duncan promised to seek out for Levi the truth - what happened to Sophia Dryden in that base. Levi and his family want evidence - to clear the name, to restore at least the honor. Duncan died at Ostagar before he could follow up on his promise. I need only a couple of moments to decide it would be a good decision to have a fortress as a base, for gathering an army ...
Again I were seeking out Alistair's gaze and he simple nodded in agreement, knowing what I ment as I had gave him a look.
Levi blessed us, marking the position on the map and promised to be there to make the way through the tunnels.
We cleared our camp without haste - Soldiers Peak should be exactly on the way to Denerim - and Brother Genitivi. So we would not lose to much time.

Some hours later we came out of this tunnels, I let out a low chuckle. *Just admit it Levi, you were lost a couple of times.*
*I wasn't lost - it's just that the map got soggy - but bah - we're here. I will follow you in distance - this place has the stench of death. I expect there's trouble ahead.*





We stared in awe up to the fortress , it has seen for sure better times, but still - yes it was mighty. So we climbed up the hill, stepping towards the stairs and main entrance .. then it overcomes us all...
A vision - a dream - ghosts speaking - a battle. Levi blinked heavily
*Wh-what was that? I felt a bit woozy there. I'm not mad, am I, You saw it too ?*
Leliana mentioned a tale from a beauty caught in a dream and not able to wake up,not  anymore.
Levi's face went from pale to paler and he wrang nervously his hands. 
Pursing my lips I stated a - at least for me - clear fact.
*Strange phenomena can be seen where the Veil is thin.*
Levi gave me a sharp look *The Veil ? *
*That's what seperate us from the Fade and demons Levi...*
Now he was deadly pale *D-D-Demons ? Thank Andraste you came Warden.*
For a minute all was morbid quiet, we could hear the snowflakes falling to the ground, then the bones rose to undeads and attacked us -indeed weakly - but there were some of these creatures.
Carefully I opened the front door - and another vision plays dreamlike before our eyes. A woman spoke fierce to companions, something about a rebellion, to be strong in this grim situation, but they are Grey Wardens, not willing to give up and dance on the gallows of a tyrant. She stood so brave, even if starving. This must be Sophia Dryden. Maybe we could find answers in other rooms.
Several attacks from old corpses, along with lesser shades awaited us as we explored one room after the other. I found a burned book, but only a word here and there - nothing what made any sense. Another vision blurred my mind - an archivist writing into this book, hastily a small woman at his side - the door breaks with a bang - and the vision faded.
*Again Rebellion ? But Sophia must've had her reasons, The Wardens are heroes*
Continue searching we found old letters, showing us King Arland was a mad man - but still nothing in particular what could restore the honor of house Dryden.
A large room comes upstairs - and I felt the demons raising. A magical sealed door, very thinly, though. Another Vision-  a battle between the Wardens under Sophia's command and the King's army, ordering Arvenus  to summon Demons  - then the situation burned hot.



A strong Revenant attacked us - infact myself - violently, I yelled to the other to  kill his minions, they healed the beast constantly, before a hard lightning shockwave hit me and I passed out.
Waking up in Alistairs arms, trying to get rid of nausea and dizziness, my dry lips formed something like - *all safe?*
Alistair was hiding a amused grin and gave me a sip of cold water *Well - not only  you are able to fight the evil back NaChaya, even if its harder without you, I have to admit*
Shakily I got onto my feet, couldn't help myself as I returned his grin.
*Alright, let's see what we find behind the next door.*
We entered them again very slowly and with more care then before ... this haunted rooms are always good for unpleasant surprises.
Someone stood there, at the desk, turning slowly.



*Step no further Warden. This one would speak with you.*
Licking over my lips I returned coldly *Why should I speak with you?*
*Because this Peak is mine. This one is the Dryden. Commander, Sophia all these things. You have slain many of the demon ilk to get here. This one would propose a deal.*
*And why should I trust a demon?*
The Demon told me the old Sophia was only food for him and he had her memories. I forced to speak Levi with him... or her... or it ....
It ended not well and I wasn't willing to deal with a demon- to let them out into the real world for a simple promise to seal the Veil - and it comes to the fight we expected. This time Leliana was the victim, wounded badly and I started to curse the idea to look into a haunted fortress. But now we must end what we had begun.

Founding an old book on the floor I started to read - and it was shocking what I found there. The Mage Avernus has experimented in blood and with humans ...



With a noise of disgust I raised up, moving to the next door - the cold breeze was refreshing, snowflakes twirl around us in the chilling air. Some traps on the bridge, we passed them slowly, Leliana warned us timely, approaching the door to the Tower ahead. This must be the Mage Tower that this *Sophia Demon* has told us about.

Some stairs up - *I hear you... Don't disrupt my concentration. Even now the demons seek to replenish their numbers. Are you to thank for this welcomed but temporary imbalance ?*
It was an old man, Avernus....



Calling him a Monster made him angry - but we tried to let the conversation be civil. He claimed that what he has done, sacrifice his companions, was for a greater good, gave her death a meaning. He discovered how mighty the darkspawn taint could be against demons - it is alien to them and it has power... He has extended his own life with this knowledge, but he seems tired now.
Still in my eyes he was a murder and monster, not better as the demons, to sacrifice his fellow Wardens.
Levi was sad - there was no proof for Sophia's honor and she had supported Avernus to summon mighty demons - a damnable fact...
Avernus said he would be willing to take all punishment after closing the Veil, he had generated this and he want undo it with our help, cleanse the place.
*Good, until the demons are dead we are allies.*

With a sigh, knowing more battling ahead, we followed him back to the great hall.
He ordered us to dispatch all the spirits and demons after he unravel the summonning circle, he drew so long ago.
It was horrific, but we stand together, a strong force- and managed to kill all was coming through. Suddenly it was silent. Avernus sighed eased and tired. *It's over. The Veil is strong now, Stronger at least. I said I'd submit to judgement, and so I shall. Can I be left for experiment in peace?*

After a short consultancy with the others I turned my gaze back to the old mage.
*You must atone. Research ways to help Wardens. Ethically.*

He dipped his head *With what time I have left, I will do this. It may take month or years for my research to reach fruition. When it does, I will send for you... Thank you for this, Warden.*

He left the room quietly and Levi stated sad that there was no proof to redeem his family.
We spoke a while and I could convince him to bring merchants and some of his family to Soldiers peak. It was safe again and  we could use it as a strong base, anyway.
Short before we left Alistair chuckled *Looks like we're done here. A demonic invasion thwarted, a Warden base safely rescued. We do good work*
After a moment of silent the whole group burst out in a refreshing laughter and I was thankfully for this ... it was like * a wash away * about some unspoken things between us all.
 

Modifié par LadyAly, 23 avril 2010 - 06:15 .

[yasuraka.hakkyou]

Quite good so far! a little hard to read, but I understand it and you're doing quite well with your english! Keep it up!

[LadyAly]

I'm glad  you like, if you have any good advice, feel free to PM me  

[LadyAly]

On our way back I pluck a small white flower, called Andrastes grace. Not really sure about, but I thought Leliana should like this flower.
Sunset was near as I gave her the flower with a smile - she filled her nostrils with the smell, wrinkling her nose .. *These... these were my mother's flowers! She would sprinkle the dry petals amongst her clothes. Oh, they smell just like her. Thank you so much NaChaya*
I answered with another smile, before I left her, I wont disturb her thoughts and memories of her mother.

Alistair crossed my way, his smile a bit unsure.
*You know... maybe this isn't the best time to be thinking about this, but I have something to ask you. Chances are we'll be heading to Denerim soon, and when we're there I wonder if we migh tbe able to .. look someone up.*

*No worries Alistair, Loghain will get what's coming to him, I promise you*

He swallowed, running a hand through his hair nervously. Then he told me he has a sister - a half-sister. Probably married and living in Denerim. After recruited from Duncan he had never got  the chance to see her. So he asked me for the favor to visit her - I accepted his request for sure - why should I not ?



His eyes reflected the fire and in this very moment ...
 *Has anyone ever told you how handsome you are?* 
*Not unless they were asking me for a favor. Well, there was that one time in Denerim, but those women were...not like you. Why? Is this your way of telling me YOU think I'm handsome?*
 Alistair's lips were curled into a teasing smile and I thought about myself as an Idiot at this moment.
* erm... my lips are sealed. * I spoke easily and if I would  like to make a joke.
*Oh, I get it. I'll get it out of you, yet. So ... is this the part where I get to say the same?*
*Not unless you don't think so*
* Oh, I think so. I'll just spring on you when it's a surprise*
His answer was full of a laughter and I stick out my tongue towards him with a low chuckle.

This night I slept well and we started refreshed towards Denerim in the early morning.

Not far away from our camp a woman cried for help, someone had attacked the wagon...we run there and something smelled ... foul.
The woman stood beside an blond elf , he rose his hand with a wicked smile, making a sign with ... the sough noise above my head let me look up ... and I could manage to jump away in the last second with a loud curse. The huge log crashed down  behind me to the ground. 
*The Grey Warden dies here !!!*
I heard this holler and then something like hell break out. We were under fire from all sides, and the elf attempt to aim at me -
 *wrong goal dear elf* I thought and stun him. Morrigan chuckled and gave me a slight nod - we both turned at the same second into spiders, bringing havoc under the whole group of assassins. Lelianna was slightly hidden behind a rock - and no one in her sight was running away unharmed. The most are pretty fast peppered with arrows. Alistair has knocked down the elf and gave others the death blow who are struggled in our cobwebs.
Oh yes - we turned really into a well trained group, a fine grasp for each other and nothing could stop us so easily.



I kicked the unconscious Elf in his side, rudely.

*Mmm...what ? I ... oh.* He groaned * I rather thought I would wake up dead. Or not wake up at all, as the case may be. But I see you haven't killed me yet.*

* That could be easily rectified * I answered in a low, cold, dangerous voice.

*Of that I have no doubt. You are most skilled. If you haven't killed me, however, you must have kept me alive for some purpose, yes ?*

*I'll ask the questions here*

In a slightly mocking manner he told me a wild story. He was one of the Antivan Crows, a powerfull order of assassins. And - who had thought that - hired from Loghain to kill all survived Grey Wardens.
He offered to serve me, instead, now that he has failed. The Crows would kill him anyway - now if he couldn't assassinate us.
*You must think I'm royally stupid* narrowing my eyes I watched him closely
*I think you're royally tough to kill - and utterly gorgeous. Not that I think you'll respond to simple flattery. But there are worse things in life than serving the whims of a deadly sex goddess*

Nibbling on my lower lip I had to hide a amused grin, trying to stay serious. 

*Why would I want your service?*
*Why ? Because I'm skilled at many things, from fighting to stealth and picking locks. I could also warn you should the Antivan crows attempt something more ... sophisticated ... now that my attempts have failed.
Or I could also stand around and look pretty, if you prefer. Warm your bed? Fend off unwanted suitors? No?*

*No.*

His eyes meeting mine with a interesting gleem *I like a woman who knows exactly what she wants, I really do. So what shall  it be? I'll even shine armor. You won't find a better deal.*

*Very well. I accept your offer*

Alistair gasped *WHAT ?! You're taking the assassin with us now? Does that really seem like a good idea?*



Beside I prefer to have this dangerous elf near me and having somehow sort of control over him... *Don't worry about it Alistair. We could use him.*

Morrigan was mumbling something like - from now on better to examine food and drink - if she were me.

Reaching my hand towards Zevran,  to help him up,  our eyes met again - he was perilous, for sure malicious - and ... damn handsome.
* I hereby pledge my oath of loyalty to you, until such a time as you choose to release me from it. I am your man, without reservation ... this I swear.*

Now we were six ...
 

Modifié par LadyAly, 06 avril 2010 - 05:08 .

[LadyAly]

Finally we entered Denerim - I tried to remember were the house of this Brother Genitivi should be, my nostrils filled with some strange smells, wet dogs, garbage - I never was in such a big town. The noises all around let me wrinkle my nose - and Zevran chuckled slightly, watching me from the corner of his eyes.

Suddenly Alistair's glove rests on my shoulder, I looked up with a question in my eyes.
We stand in front of his sisters house... his face went from pale to red and back, nervous.
As he mentioned we should simple go away, I gave him a smirk along with a provoking gaze. *You are such a coward!*
*I am not !  Alright,  maybe I am. I am totally a coward. I just ..* He noticed his own babbling so I took his hand and opened the door to his sisters house.

Alistair cleared his throat *Err... hello ?*
A woman came out of the back room, asking in a sharp voice if we need linens to wash. Alistair started the attempt to tell her about the sibling matter. Standing quiet beside him - I was simple listening.



The thing was growing a bit... awkward so I whispered *Maybe you two should be left alone?*
Alistair grabbed my hand hard *No! No, don't go! I ... please, stay for now*
This woman, his sister, started to abuse him more and more... blaming him for her bad and poor life. I tried to stifle my anger to make things not more worse but couldn't help myself - I had to say that would be hardly Alistair's fault.
She scoffed with one brow raised, a shrew ...
*And who in the Maker's name are you ? Some tart, following after his riches, I expect?*



Alistair said something in defend - but he couldn't stop her. In the end she nearly throw us both out of her house, I was about  to give her a hard slap on her nasty mouth  to teach her some respect.
Alistair grabbed my arm again, pushing me out of the door.

*Well that was... not what I expected. To put it lightly. This is the family I've been wondering about all my life? That shrew is my sister? I can't believe it. I ... I guess I was expecting her to accept me without question. Isn't that what family is supposed to do? I ... I feel like a complete idiot.*

I listened closely, I never had a family he desired so much and my advice was rather.... cold ... I suppose.
*Everyone is out for themselves Alistair, You should learn that.*
He run his hand over his face *Let's just go. I don't want to talk about this any more.*

After some minutes we arrived the house of Brother Genitivi. Only his assistant was there - he was a suspicious lad. The outcome was he attacked me as I persist to find the Ashes. Zevran finished him very quick, to see him in action ... well ... again I thought it was better to have him with me as against me.
In the next room we found some notes from Brother Genitivi, and a corpse. 
From his notes we knew it couldn't be the brother himself - so it must be his assistant. Poor sod... leads me to the question who on earth was so much interested in his research that he has killed his young assistant?

Back at camp I had some interesting talks with Sten and Zevran.
The one with Sten let me still chuckle if I think about.
For him it is impossible that a woman is a Grey Warden and fights, too.
It was a rather funny dialogue, at least for me.

And the Assassin - mmh.. he is brutally honest, he not even attempt to make a secret about to be an assassin, nor a secret out of his past. I like the way he chuckles - or name me *dear warden*
And damnit - he started to flirt with me...and I enjoyed it to be addressed as a beautiful, strong thing - dangerous and exciting.



So this night I crawled under my blanket with a smile on my face...
 

Modifié par LadyAly, 26 avril 2010 - 11:10 .

[T3HB3N]

Very, very good. I'm enjoying it alot.

[LadyAly]

Thank you very much @T3HB3N - I'm glad to hear its interesting enough - even if its the mirror from my momentary playthrough - I guess most people knowing the plot very well. ;P
So it is not easy to make it exciting and good enough, instead of boring.

Modifié par LadyAly, 08 avril 2010 - 06:52 .

[LadyAly]

It was about time to fulfil my promise towards Sten, the search for his blade. Lake Calenhad was on our way to the point Brother Genitivi could be - so it would not harm to have a look there - asking about the knights of Redcliffe, too.

We arrived a small wood as we heard loud voices. A bit above the scene we tried to figure out what happened between a man and some soldiers. Alistair leaned forward and whispered then : *These are Bann Lorens Men*
With furrowed brows I gave the single man a closer look, and noticed surprised he wore the uniform of King Cailain's honor guard. There was a memory I tried to catch now ... YES - He was at Ostagar !



One of the guards raised his sword and ram it into the man's stomach.
We gave each other a curious gaze. Running down to the bleeding, unconscious man I was wondering how he has survived Ostagar.

I tried to stop his bleeding, but to be honest it doesn't look good. His name was Elric Maraigne, a member of Cailan's honor guard at Ostagar and a close confidant of the king.
His lids start to flatter, groaning, slowly opening his eyes.
*Thank you. I... didn't expect the Bann's men to notice my escape so quickly. I tried to hide here in the woods, but there wasn't time. And now I'm a dead man.

Still trying to stop his bleeding I asked what he means with - there wasn't time.

*You where there in Ostagar. You know how things went. For me, it was either this, or die in some darkspawn's belly, or... or be hung as a deserter*

* You deserted?* I lifted a brow looking now in his face.

Alistair remembered me that the most people the same thinking of us both, if not worse - and he was right.

Elric continued, grabing softly my wrist, his eyes burdened with guilt.
Mayhap to alleviate his pain in his mind he told us his story and about an important key. He was begging me to find the key in Ostagar, gave me a describe where to search ... with a last effort and a fading voice

*It is vital that the king's documents do not fall into the wrong hands !And... and if you happen to find Cailan's body, see it off. He was our king. He shouldn't be left to rot amidst the darkspawn's filth*
He exhales a last time and then he died.
Coming up from my knees my eyes searching Alistair, he pat my shoulder and asked me quiet * You'll be taking me along, won't you ? Call me sentimental, but I left behind some darkspawn that really deserve a sword through the middle*
*This I promise Alistair*



The shadow of Ostagar had hit us again - back on our path to Lake Calenhad we all were pretty quiet.
We arrived at night and a scavenger attracting my interest. He barked at me that he was first here - well wrong target filthy bugger. I got quite fast some answers and we had a new name - Faryn. Probably near Orzammar on the way as merchant - he could have Sten's sword.

Downward at the bottom of the hill, was a tavern * The Spoiled Princess*
Awkward name ... Asking him about the knights he started to be pretty nervously, he lowered his voice to a toneless whisper. I smiled at him to give him some comfort. *Th...they're watching me. I can't speak openly....don't !!!! Don't look around, and keep your voice down.*
He warned me vividly to be careful. He has seen the knights and that they are looking for people who asking for the knights.
*You should be on your guard, and leave quickly. I don't know what happened to the knights, but I doubt it was anything good* He whispered and then he raised his voice after I nodded *Goodbye and ... Maker turn his gaze on you.*



Gesturing towards the door my eyes scanned the people inside the tavern, but anyone could be suspicious.
Outside, only a few steps away from the door a handful of well armed men coming out of the bushes and attacked us... I doubt that this were any normal bandits.

Another secret to unscramble... will it ever ends ?

 

Modifié par LadyAly, 09 avril 2010 - 10:45 .

[LadyAly]

Right before the gates of Orzammar wie found  Faryn. The unknown Scavenger had described him well enough.
He winced as he spot our group.



*Step right-- Maker's breath! Ah I beg your pardon, friend, you ... ah... startled me a bit*
Sten wasn't in the mood to exchange pleasantries and his deep, strong voice along with his appearance scared the scrap out of Faryn, I suppose.
He was swearing by Andraste's knickers that he had sold the blade.
I followed the whole thing with a low snicker ... it really had amuse me and couldn't resist to force it a bit more.
*Sten, tear his arm off.*
Now he nearly collapsed - but we got a name - a known name - Dwynn, the grumpy dwarf we had met in Redcliffe.
Sten turned with two lean words *We'll see*

Alistair asked me if we should make a visit in Orzammar, but.. oh well .. I really hated the thought to stay for a while underneath the surface of the earth .. Hell - I'm not a dwarf. I knew sooner or later I had to go there, for the treaties. For now my priority was to find this Urn and with this maybe a cure for the Arl.

I bet Faryn gave a huge thank to Andraste, the Maker and all possible gods and demons as we followed Sten downhill.

Studying the maps we found a pretty fast way to the marked position in Brother Genitivis notice book. He had put a cracknel around a name *Haven*.
Some hours later, at Sulcher's Pass, we met a merchant, looking for his lost mule. Felix de Grosbois was with his trip not on the lucky side, it seems one miserable disaster after another - so he told us. As he asked for help i lifted my brow.. *Consider to help a fellow out ... ? How ?*



*Of all the other things that went wrong, the worst is this artifact I bought in Jader. It's a "control rod", I'm told. For a golem. No point in me keeping it, however, as I'll never get to use it ... but maybe you could ? You look like the sort who could use one, yes ?*
*What's the catch?* I asked mistrustfully
*The catch? Yes, I ... suppose it is a catch, isn't it? The catch is that the golem didn't come with the rod. It's supposed to be down in a village south, waiting to be activated. Even if I could get down there, which I can't, I understand the place has been overrun by darkspawn. That's not such an issue for adventurous types like yourself, surely. Or I'm hoping that's so, at least. Just hold up the rod and say "dulef gar". That will wake the golem up, so I'm told.*
Pondering a short moment I agreed to take the rod with me - maybe it could be usefully in our further journey.
After marking a small village named Honnleath we wished each other good luck and pleasant days.

The day was coming slowly to its end, thick clouds on the horizon promised rain - Haven should be only three more hours away now. Better go there refreshed tomorrow.
We set up our camp, lit a fire and tend for our weapons and armor.

Zevran and I started another long chat - about Assassins, their
skills and how to teach someone to be a good one. His eyes sparkled softly, for sure he liked my interest. And I have to admit I was liking to listen to him - this was a very unknown world for me and I was eager to learn and hear about.



To be an assassin sound like a good way to live in my ears, even if Alistair wouldn't agree to it. But in fact we killed all what dared to stand in our way, mostly... so I asked myself .. is there any big difference ?
Zevran chuckled as I fired one question after the other on him.
*All right, but I get to stare at you luridly, while you do so*
In Antiva the Crows very mighty and respected, so he told me, even if the training was... gruesome and a survival of the fittest. Even if he was chatting about with a smile I doubt he was really lucky there. He agreed actually to think about maybe to teach someone his skills.
The Crows are al ready mad at him - so why not ?

Shortly after I started to make my ususal way around the camp as Leliana joined in - making some complimetns towards me about my hair. Not really sure, but i think she started to flirt with me ...



She had become a good friend. But still ...she really had flirt with me ??? So I changed the subject. In Orlais often minstrels are spies - so I asked her about. Only to find out she was a Bard in her past, before she found some shelter at the Chantry in Lothering.
I got a strange feeling she kept some secrets for herself , but who I am to judge her for this?

Just about to go to sleep in my tent Alistair walked over with a serious, determined look in his eyes. *You know, I've been thinking...*
Smiling softly I asked him what he had thinking about.
With a stern gaze he nodded and told me my words after finding Goldanna - that he had to look out for himself - he thought I am right.
*I need to stop letting everyone else make my decisions for me. I need to take a stand and think about myself for a change, or I'm never going to be happy.*
*It's about time, I say*
He took my hands in his and searched for my eyes - *Then from this point on, I'll looking out for myself more. I should have done this a long time ago. I just wanted to say thank you. Meeting you is the one bright spot out of everything that's happened.*



Blinking and clearing my throat, touched from his words, I managed to say something, hesitating *Thank you, that's ... very.. sweet*
He felt my uncertainness and let immediately go my hands.

*Let's go to sleep. We've got a lot left to do.*

 

Modifié par LadyAly, 23 avril 2010 - 06:39 .

[LadyAly]

It was a straining hike up the hill before we could smell smoke, seeing a guard watching us with a grim glare.
*What are you doing in Haven? There is nothing for you here.*
Simple ignoring his unfriendly visage and harsh tone I gave him a small smile.



*So this is Haven?*
*What do you want?*
Still holding my temper back my voice was smoothly
*Is there a Brother Genitivi here ?*
For a tiny second I saw a flicker in his gaze, then he barked at me
*WHO ? Perhaps Revered Father Eirik will know of whom you speak. Unfortunately, he is ministrin to the villagers at the moment and cannot be disturbed.*
Alsitair wrinkled his forehead *A revered .. father..., huh??  That's new. I wonder what this means...*
The guard narrowed his eyes *It has always been thus in Haven. We do not question tradition*
*Very well, excuse me* I slipped past him
*You may trade for supplies at the shop if you wish. Then I suggest you and your companions leave.*

Morrigan stared back to the guard - *They are hiding something. T'is obvious, is it not?*

Zevran poked me softly with his elbow and grinned *Ah, quiet, insular communities. There's always something nasty going on behind closed doors. *
His grin broadened and he gave me a impish wink *I hope it involves chains. I hope they ask me to join in*
*hush - insane elf ...* I chuckled, Alistair was making a face and shook his head.

A little boy stand in front of a house and starts to speak with me *Who are you ? You shouldn't be here, Lowlanders don't belong here. Why are you looking at me like that?*
*I am NaChaya and I bet you're a clever boy. What do you know about Haven?*
*Haven is Haven* he shrugged *but I have a secret. Do you want to see?*
*Yes, show me.*
He pulled something out of his pocket and showed it to me. A shudder was running down my spine - this was clearly a well bleached finger-bone, polished from constant handling.
A soft gasp escapes my chest *Er.. who did that belong to?*
He smiled conspiratorial and lowered his voice *Don't know. It's lucky, I keep it with me. Don't tell anyone all right ?*
My answer was a small nod, then he run off.

All houses seeming similar, so we opened one. The metallic sweet smell of blood lingers in the air and i wrinkled my nose. On the right side stood a altar, over and over encrusted with blood - a lot of blood.
*Used for food preparation, perhaps?* Alistair was breaking the silence.
*Don't be stupid*
*I'm just trying to be optimistic NaChaya. The other explanation is slightly more disturbing.*
*I wonder.. * Zevran pondered a moment *the Crows often made sacrifices of blood, and it gave them uncanny abilities*




I looked at Morrigan questioning. *That is human blood*
*How do you know ?*
* I just do. I also know that no one can lose that much blood... and live.*

With pursed lips I searched for other signs of a ritual - but there was none.
We left the house to search for the warehouse, but this damn little village seems to have well-fortified townspeople - they started to attack us. What a waste of life I thought as one of my spell strucked down a young woman who attempt to ram a dagger in Alistairs back.
As soon at it has begun as soon it ends - they hid in her houses again, barred the doors.
A small street up we found the warehouse - it was empty, beside...
the corps from a knight in the backroom. We gave each other only a knowing gaze -



I heard people singing choral as we stepped out of the shop - so we lend our steps to the church, walking in, regardless disturbing  the mass.

This man Eirik --- called revered .. father.. was clearly a Mage.
*Ah... welcome. I heard we had a visitor wandering about the village. I trust you've enjoyed your time in Haven so far?* His dark voice was full of scorn
Crossing my arms over my chest my lips curled up in a smug smile.
*Your people aren't very welcoming*
His self-confidence faded, fanaticism sparkled in his eyes now.
*What sort of welcome do you expect when you break into our homes and kill one of us ?*
Preparing myself for the coming attack my question was adressed to him again, confront him directly now *What have you done to Brother Genitivi?*

His voice rumbles now like thunder *WE don't owe you any explanation for our actions. We have a sacred duty; failure to protect HER would be a greater sin. All will be forgiven!*
This was the sign for starting the fight - he was a tough old man with a lot of terrible strong spells - Zevran was knocked out pretty fast. I guess Alistair' Templar training safed him to get harmed so fast as Zevran.
Turning into a huge bear I could overwhelm the mage finally - this was his end.

It always took a while to came back from rage to myself - the others cared for Zevran - but he should be fine beside a bit of headache the next couple of hours.
Morrigan pointed with her staff to a wall - it was looking strange. Complete different stones - we gave it a close look. We heard suddenly grinding stone on stone and a secret door slide open to reveal a hidden room.
In the mid of the room a man was lying on his back. I kneeled down on his side



With a low groan he opened his eyes *Who are you? They ... they've sent you to finish it?*
Could we have so much luck ? *Brother Genitivi?*
His legs were wounded, probably they tortured him... at least he was still living. A better destiny as the knights from Redcliffe or his young assistant.
*I need to find the Ashes Brother Genitivi. Arl Eamon gets sicker by the day - he was poisoned under Loghain's orders*
He sighed heavily *Politics. Never did anyone any good. The arl is a noble soul... But the Ashes .. the Ashes will surely cure him.*
Then he explained in detail why Haven was so hostile. The Mountains above holding the Urn - hidden in a old temple. The *formerly* revered father should wear a medallion to open the door to the temple. Haven's villagers are cultists, called *the Disciples of Andraste* - protecting this - but there are surely some other secrets.
He mourned about the loss of his poor and loyal assistant. Moreover he knew about the knights - another heavy, painful sigh escaped his small chest. *Come help me up, I'll show you the entrance at the mountainside*
*You are sure you are able to come with us Brother Genitivi?*
*I'll try not to slow us down* he smiled weakly but his gaze was determined.  


 

The entrance lay underneath the mountain top, it wasn't far.
Brother Genitivi reached his hand out for the medallion, mumbling he fumbled around, manipulating it and then he could open the door.

We stepped in - it was a breathtaking view.
*What I would give to have seen this hall in all its splendor, as it was meant to be...*
His gaze got lost at carvings and statues. So I told him to wait here and not to get in trouble.He gave me a moonily nod, mumbling something *I'll be fine here...*

*Time to explore its secrets my friends ...* with this words I stepped deeper into this halls.
 

Modifié par LadyAly, 23 avril 2010 - 09:25 .