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[LadyAly]

Thank you Oomagh

Any advice or comment is very welcome.

[LadyAly]

Yes - I can imagine its sometimes hard to read. I try to *think* in english, but oh well - its not easy, especially if you don't know the correct grammar.
Thank you again and you will have some time to follow - I attempt to go through and beyond

Modifié par LadyAly, 14 avril 2010 - 02:03 .

[LadyAly]

:blush: *blush* That is the biggest compliment you could make 

[LadyAly]

It was a long walk, through ruins, caverns, hidden rooms. We had to fight a lot of creatures and cultists, but the smell of rotten flesh filled the air in the caverns. It was a big maze and a hatchery for Dragons. This group of cultists seems to worship Dragons - I wasn't amused about the lot of eggs, dragonlings and drakes. If they grow it could be more then a serious menace for Ferelden - so we destroyed all we could.
No one will notice the heroism in our doings, but I'm sure it will give us a better sleep at nights.

     

At the end of a wide cavern stood a man - a small army gathered behind his back, and I was sure hidden between rocks are more of them.
Harshly he stepped into my way *Stop! You will go no further*
Couldn't help myself as a half hearted chuckles escaped my lips *Oh? Is that so?*
*YOU have defiled our temple. You have spilled the blood of the faithful, and slaughtered our young. NO More! You will tell me now, intruder, why you have done all this. Why have you come here?*



*I have come for the Urn of Sacred Ashes*
He started to gave me a slightly boring sermon about a *risen* Andraste and how powerful she now is. Stubbornly I gave not even a comment to that, asking incessant
about the Urn and the Ashes.
Suddenly he changed his irate behaviour.
*So you are after the Ashes. Hmmm.. perhaps there is a way for you to make up for your desecration of our home and temple*
With a raised brow I asked him mistrustfully *Why do you suddenly want to cooperate with me?*
His black eyes fixed in mine he continued his fanatic speach.
*It may be because I believe in second chances. All of us stumble through the darkness before being found and shown the light. Perhaps through Andrastes's mercy Her greatest enemy will become her greatest champion.*
*All right, maybe we could come to some sort of agreement.*
*Allow me to introduce myself, I am Father Kolgrim. I lead the Disciples of Andraste. The Ashes ....*
I lifted a hand in a rude way- *Just get to the part about me helping you man... for the rest ...  just spare me out... *
Instead of attack me he told me more or less thoughtfully that this new*Andraste* wishes to reclaim Her Ashes and a Guardian stood in there way. He will give me a vial with the blood and I should empty this into the Ashes - so his great Lady will be freed, finally, from her past life. It will destroy the last remains of the old Andraste forever. Once this is done I should have earned a place as a honored sister in the Cult. The knowledge of using the great power of blood should be given to me as well.

Alistair let his gaze travel from Father Kolgrim to me and back * I don't know if I like the idea of us helping this Kolgrim*

*I believe we can work together Kolgrim*
I let drop my gaze to the ground to hide the triumphant sparkle I felt coming uot to my eyes... Men are fools, stupid fools.
He gave me a small vial filled with blood. *Now, I shall beseech the holy Andraste to let you pass safely into the Inner Sanctum*
Morrigan gave me an odd gaze *If we succeed, Kolgrim and his fellows will be indebted to you. That puts you in a very advantageous position.*
*Excellent. With Kolgrim on our side, we could make it through this entire ordeal with our necks intact* stated dryly Zevran
Alistair groaned, putting his glove over his face *Bad. Bad idea. Remember the last time you had to drink blood?Only worse.*



Very cool, with a smirk on my lips, I answered *It's going to be all right. I know what I'm doing.*
Alistair scratched his neck slowly *I'm just going to assume you have something amazing and tricky up your sleeve.*

We followed Kolgrim outside, standing at the top of the mountain. The loud flap of mighty wings let us freeze and duck behind a rock. A High Dragon circled over us before landing on another mountain top. It was the first real Dragon I saw in my live and my heart was bumping hard against my chest.
Zevran murmured in my ear *"A high dragon? We're not... planning on actually fighting it, are we? Couldn't we just... sneak around it?"
Straight ahead I saw Kolgrim with some of his men, so I followed him carefully. Suddenly the Dragon came down, roaring, in front of Kolgrim.



I couldn't hear any word but it seems the Dragon was listening to him. After some minutes the beast spread his wings to fly again back to his mountain.
Kolgrim gestured towards us now, so we approached him. *I have spoken to the beloved Andraste. She will let you pass.*
I guess he missed my hint of mock in my answer *You are right. Andraste is... glorious*
*Succeed in your task and you will share in Her glory. We await your triumphant return*

With this words he pointed to a door ahead of us ... another temple ?
 

Modifié par LadyAly, 16 avril 2010 - 01:01 .

[LadyAly]

Inside it was something different to the temple before and  ahead we noticed a knight in a glowing silvery armor.
*Good  - let's go and see if he can lead us to the Urn, finally*
We get closer to him and his charisma was wise, a wisdom you get if you are very, very old.
*I bid you welcome, pilgrim*



My head dipped in a low bow *I am here for the Urn of Sacred Ashes*
*You have come to honor Andraste, and you shall, if you prove yourself worthy.*
I locked my eyes in his face *So I have to fight you?*
*It is not my place to decide your worthiness. The Gauntlet does that.
If you are found worthy, you will see the Urn and be allowed to take a small pinch of the Ashes for yourself. If not ...*
Lifting a brow I tried to get more information *What is the Gauntlet?*
*The Gauntlet tells the true pilgrims from the false. You will go four tests of faith, and we shall see how your soul fares.*
*Can you tell me anything else about this Gauntlet?*
*You will understand what it is when you face it.*
*Very well - I will enter the Gauntlet.* With a nod and a bow I attempted to pass him, but he refuses it with a slow raising of his hand.  



*Before you go, there is something I must ask. I see that the path led you here was not easy. There is suffering in your past -- your suffering and the suffering of others. You betrayed Jowan to Irving. He was almost killed and he lost the one thing that mattered: Lily. Jowan trusted you.
Tell me - do you think you failed Jowan?*
Ouch - nothing had prepared me of such a question. My thoughts were racing, were torn between different sides, but none seemed to win. The whole thing with Connor was still a heavy burden - maybe it had another outcome if I had let live Jowan ? Maybe he never would be there if I had helped him? But Irving was like a father to me...
I lifted my chin defiant *No. He should have known I would do the right thing.*
*Then you do not dwell on past mistakes - neither yours, nor someone else's*
Alistair raised his voice *It's easy for others to judge what you've done, in hindsight, but it doesn't make it any better*
Morrigan tipped with her finger on my shoulder *One wonders what this Guardian's purpose is. Be wary of his traps.*
Zevran gave me his wicked little grin *Oh good. For a moment there I thought you were going to go on a weepy tirade and try to "share" your feelings*
My ellbow, hitting slightly his stomache, was answer enough.

The Guardian let his gaze wander over my friends.
*And what of those that follow you? Alistair, knight and Warden... you wonder if things would have been different if you were with Duncan on the battlefield.*
Looking aside I saw Alistair closing his eyes and swallow hard *I...yes.If Duncan had been saved, and not me, everything would be better. If I'd just had the chance, maybe ...*
The Guardian dark eyes turned to Zevran *And the Antivan elf....*
Zevran grumbled coldly * Is it my turn now? Hurrah. I'm so excited*
*Many have died at your hand. But is there any you regret more than a woman by the name of ... Zevran interrupted him with a hard icy voice
*How do you know about that?*
*I know much; it is allowed to me. The question stands, however. Do you regret---*
The answer bursts out of Zevran, I noticed this with surprise
*Yes. The answer is yes, if that's what you wish to know. I do. NOW move on.* He crossed his arms over his chest, his face was frozen.
The Guardian looks now over Morrigan *And you, Morrigan, Flemeth's daughter... what ---
Morrigan made a gesture with her hand, her eyes sparkling dangerously.
*Begone spirit. I will not play your games.*



Another surprise was the answer from the guardian *I will respect your wishes*
He made a light move aside and gestured to the opened door. *The way is open. Good luck and may you find what you seek.*

We tried to prepared us -
in the Hall we noticed ghosts, spirits, four on each side. Anyone of them gave us a riddle to answer - but it was easy to find the correct answers. The next door was sliding open
and - by all means and damn darkspawns - Jowan stood again before me.
*Had fun with the riddle game?*
With a disgruntled voice and a sour face I answered him *What now? More tricky spirits?*
*I didn't think I'd fool you. But am I really a spirit? Or is this all in your mind? Are you in the Fade perhaps? Honestly NaChaya - I don't know. I'm a part of the Gauntlet. I am Jowan. I am you. All these statements are true.*
*And what is your purpose here?* I asked a little bit milder
*To speak to you, and to offer advice. You have come far since I saw you last. The last vestiges of your shackled life in the Circle have all but fallen away.* He extended his hand towards me, open it, and on his palm was laying a wonderful necklace.
*I have something for you. Use it well.* Then he smiled, I never had seen him smile so .. satisfied and eased. *It makes me happy, knowing you will be the mage I never could.* With a light "thzuuup* he faded away.

Blinking in surprise at the wonderful amulet I need a moment to recognize all what has happened. My fingertips draw over its shape before I carefully put it around my neck. Turning to the others I let out a small, somewhat of relieved, sigh. *Let's go friends*

The next room let me gasp - spirits with ... our faces... and Alistair's ghost attacked me...
No time to be confused we defeated them all. Pursing my lips I wondered what would come next ...
Well it had his own .. hidden beauty, this gauntlet ... I had to admitt this as we stand before a deep hole, not even the ground were to see - no way to reach the other side. On the left and right side are tiles with runes...



Zevran grinned *I'm sure there's a moral in here...something about building bridges with friends, and such. Something poetic...oh, well.*
Alistair chuckled *Maker's breath...Andraste only favoured the clevers, it seems.*
A light groan comes out of my chest... how to reach the exit ... ?
I can't remember how long we needed to figure out how it was working, sometimes it looks we near to solve it, then all starts again. But in the end Morrigan reached over the third solid bridge tile the exit and the bridge appears with a thunderous sound fully.
We laughed a bit together, before we becominging serious again.
*Let's move on...*

My eyes growed wide and wider - as we stepped forward into a enourmos hall - a firewall in our way - but I could see.. Yes - this must be a statue of Andraste... so only passing this fiery wall... and...
Bending down to look at the old altar before us , wiping some dust away I read the inscription.
"Cast off the trappings of worldly life and cloak youself in the goodness of spirit. King and slave, lord and beggar, be born anew in the Maker's sight.*

Alistair kneeled down to read the words again loud...
*Oh yes my friends - I bet you all know what this means - yes?*
Zevran was laughing low and started to remove his armor and equipment.
Morrigan and Alistair followed with a grumpy face - I simple wanted not to think about and was doing it quickly. My long hair covered a lot of my bare body anyway.
I thought by myself if I have the courage to step now into the fire... it will be probably my end, if I was wrong, a misinterpretation from the words on the altar would cause in my death.
Closing my eyes I walked slowly through the fire, I could feel the heat, but no harm was done.
The Guardian comes out of nowhere behind us *You have been through the trials of the Gauntlet, you have walked the path of Andraste. and like Her, you have been cleansed. You have proven yourself worthy, pilgrim*



In almost the same manner as before I dressed myself up, turning to the stairs and the light up there.
It is hard to tell what I felt, but it was something holy in this room and at the statue of Andraste, it was touching me deeply.
With a very quiet and moved voice said Alistair *I didn't think anyone could succeed in finding Andraste's final resting place ... but here ... here She is.*
*I stand in awe. Really.* Morrigan's derision wasn't to overhear, whilst Zevran made his usual dry joke *Nice vase. I should get one for my house.*
Still here was eternity and very carefully I took a pinch of the Ashes, placed ever so carefully in a leather pouch.



Now it was time to face the fanatic, mislead father Kolgrim - and the Dragon.
He was waiting outside with his men - angry and with a hatred gaze he starts to yell *You have been to the Urn, but Andraste has not been freed. What manner of treachery is this?*
*I owe you no explanation*
*I should never had trusted you with this task! And now you will die. Behold, the fiery vengeance of Andraste Herself!* with this cry the whole bunch of cultists started to attack us - or let say attempted to do so.
Morrigan freezed them all, I stunned,  Alistair and Zevran walked easily through.

So now it was time to get rid off the last of the last of dangerous threat - and for sure the most powerful of them - the High Dragon.
The plan was easy - we run to the entrance from the caverns - over the bridge, bringing us into the shelter of the old Temple.
We used some salves we had found in the chests and from my herbal knowledge I was sure it will help against his fiery breath.
Zevran took out his crossbow, Alistair using a bow with iced arrows.
To attack him from the distance should be possible, the spot we chosed was to narrow to let him reach us... I called the Dragon with Kolgrims Horn ...
The thunder roaring let the earth under our feets tremble - Morrigan tried to stun and freeze immediately - what shall I say.. the fight was long and hard we all were on the limit of our endurance now ... I had no idea how long its lasted before the dragon - heavily bleeding- showing weakness. Alistair raised his blade and jumped on his head, thrusting it into the head of the Dragon - it was done.



We took our time to tend for several wounds and catching our breath, before we walked back to Brother Genitivi.
A smile crossed his face as I showed him the pouch with the ashes.
Totally enthusiastic he started to speak of expeditions, pilgrims and all this.
We all were not fond of his ideas, but to stop him I had to kill him, I was pretty aware of this... so we simple warned him that a sharing can probably destroy all here.
*And perhaps charge an entrance fee? No? * Who else then Zevran could say this.
Brother Genitivi thanked me with warm words and offered me something if I would visit him in Denerim as a reward for rescue him.

Tired to the bones we made up camp not far away

Modifié par LadyAly, 23 avril 2010 - 07:11 .

[LadyAly]

Before I could lay down Leliana stopped me *I lied to you, you know? About why I left Orlais.*

I smiled shortly at her *I knew you weren't telling me something*
The story which was following was.. to put it lightly ..amazing.
A Bard, in love to her friend and mentor, used, betrayed and hunted.
I felt with her, but instead of seeking revenge she fled to Lothering's Chantry. She was pretty sure the Maker saved her soul.
*Thank you Leliana for trusting me with this*
A hint of smile crossed her pretty face *It feels good to have this off my chest. Thank you for listening and understanding.*





Early the next morning we set route to Redcliffe again. Time to give the Ashes to Teagan and seek for Sten's sword.
It was near dawn as we arrived - so my feet dragged me to Dwynnes house first.
Dwynne was at home and greeted me - we shared a moment of history, talking about the battle in Redcliffe and he called me hero. This caused into a laugh from myself - I don't felt as one.
*Say Dwynn, I'm looking for the qunari sword you bought*
The dwarf grumbled deeply *Now, why would you be interested in that?*
Sten narrowed his eyes *It's mine*
*Pah - you know, Faryn didn't mention the giant he took it from was ALIVE!*
With a smooth and cool voice I gave him one try to make it right
*Why don't give you up the sword and we'll go?*
*Excellent idea. It's in my strongbox. Here's the key. NOW - why don't you leave me alone?*
A dip from my head was my answer, I can't stand him - to be honest.



Sten took the blade out of the box like a fragile butterfly, his voice muted.
*Strange...I had almost forgotten it. Completion*
His thumb caressed the sword then he fixed his eyes in mine
*Are you sure you are a Grey Warden? I think you must be an ashkaari to find a single lost blade in a country at war*
*You're welcome, Sten*
*I wouldn't thank you for this NaChaya, if I knew how. And I could deliver a much more satisfying answer to the arishok's question if the Blight were ended, don't you agree?*
Now it was time to smile *Absolutely Sten*
*Then lead the way* 



In the meantime the night was fallen and we decided to go up to the castle at the next morning.
Sitting before my tent in a good mood I was listening to the sounds of the nature, thinking maybe to go to Morrigan for a chat as Zevran draws near.
*I've a question, if I may*
*Go ahead Zevran*
*Well here is the thing: I swore an oath to serve you, yes? And I understand the quest you're on and this is all very fine and well. MY question pertains to what you intend to do with me once this business is over with. As a point of curiosity*



No Idea what devil got into me as I gave him a mischievous gaze, lips curled in a soft mock *Is this after I ravish you in celebration?*
For a tiny second he seems surprised, but his eyes sparkled *Of course it is afterwards. The ravishing part is a given.
One simply assumes that, once your Grey Warden business is finished, you would have no need of an assassin to follow you about. Am I wrong?*
*Zevran- There's always a use or two for a handsome elf*
Now he chuckled *I'm sure that I could come up with a few more, if pressed. It is good to know what my options might be.*
We stood up at the same second and as we touched each other it was like something would set me on fire for a moment. Making a tiny step in front of him, very near, lowering my voice *You must have quite a history. With women, I mean.*
*This could be a sensitive topic, my dear lady. Are you sure you wish to voyage there?*
*I asked, didn't I ?*
*As you wish, Let me start by saying that my history is varied, indeed. It has also not been restricted to women. Does... that offend you?*
*Should it?*
*Perhaps. That is entirely up to you. I grew up amongst ****s, my dear. Sex is best when done well, and truly that is my only rule.*
He made a pause and with a gentle gesture he removed a strand of hair from my face and tuck it behind my ear. I couldn't breath any more, his fizzing sexiness let my heart race ....
*Do I prefer women? Yes.. yes I believe I do, but you must understand that a certain open mindedness is sought by the Crows in their recruits. For very good reasons.*
Trying to calm myself down I managed to ask *What reasons are those?*
He smiled softly * I have had to do many things in my work as an assassin, some pleasant and many not so. The Crows recruit elven assassins because we are considered beautiful by humans ... I'm sure you can imagine the rest.* Lowering his voice more he locked his eyes in mine as he would search for something *I can't change my past, obviously. I regret far more than the men and women I have been with, and if that is more than you can bear ... well, then it is good we know now yes ?*
Not even for a tiny moment I hesitated with my answer
*It doesn't bother me, Zevran*
His palm embraced my cheek, barely touching my skin
*You're a better person than most, I suspect*
Then he leaned forward to touch my lips with his ever so soft.
I whispered hoarse *Care to join me in my tent?*
His arm slipped behind my back now, holding me. His grin was gently *Oh? Is there something in your tent that needs assassinating? That is my speciality, or so I'm told.*
I wanted him, feel him near to my skin, lose myself in him - it was ridiculous how much I yearned for his body at this moment - maybe all the fights and this very quiet peacefully night has caused in losing my mind for a while.
Leaning close on his chest I heard myself murmuring *I bet you're good at a lot of things*
*hmmmm... That's quite an offer, especially from such a beautiful woman... if we are both speaking of the same thing.* He placed a kiss on the tip of my nose, teasing.
*I suspect we are*
And here I thought it might be a Grey Warden thing. Ah, very well.*
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Zevran wrapped a strand from my hair over his left wrist, pulling me near to him, very slowly, whispering on my lips *you are so fragile, but hard as a diamond as well*
His kiss was gentle, sample the passionate pleasure we shared before. Nestled on my side, holding me in a firm, but still soft grip, he started to draw with his fingertip over my tattoo. *My dear little Mage - you know this Tattoo is unusual for a human- yes? I saw it once on a face ...* he pondered, obviously trying to remind who or where he has seen it. I perked up immediately, grabbing his finger. *You .. you have seen this Tattoo?* 
With a low chuckle he pulled his finger out of my hand and kissed my knuckles, murmuring * Mhmmm - yes, sure...*
Struggling to get some distance between us, I furrowed my brows
*Aaah - your eyes gleaming like dark obsidians.. I suppose I should take my cloth and go ?*
*Zevran, don't play the jester here - I beg you... Where have you seen this tattoo ?*
A slight surprise crossed his face now *Well - one thing I learned. Always try to answer the questions of a deadly goddess before she gets angry. Let see - It was long ago - in the ****house I grew up, my dear warden. A Dalish Shaman was searching for his daughter, so I was told. He killed some of the watchdog and looked in every single room.*
I nibbled breathless on my lower lip - could it be Zevran had knowledge who I am ?
* He yelled around - it was in fact a bit unpleasant - but far as I remember someone had kidnapped his pregnant daughter and it looks like one of the traces simple led him to our house. *
I tried to hide my feelings * And ... he found her ???*
* I would tell you a fairy tale if I say yes - I have no clue my dear warden. One of the ****s took me away from this scene very quickly, I was only a very little boy, ya know.*
I couldn't hold back the sigh - *Would you,,, would you let me alone now Zevran?*
*As you wish - you will find me I guess - the camp isn't that big*
He smiled, but his eyes - well, at the last moment I met his eyes - there was something in like... regret? sadness?, then he slipped in his lithesome way to move, out of the tent, without making a noise.

Anyway I couldn't catch the thought further as long as my mind nearly was overflow with strange feelings.
Could this be the first little hint about my past - or was it simple wishful thinking - to have a past, to know who I am and where I came from ?
I had no pointy ears - so - a clear NO. But I had always strong magic - even as a child - so this would be the YES, my facial Tattoo - potentially another YES ?
Why by all of the gods I couldn't remember me? The first thing I knew was the care from this humans - not even about my age I was sure. They always told me I was nearly dead as they found me in the woods, haggard, almost parched and starving.

Wrapping my arms around my tucked knees, like supporting a empty shell around a spirit, pensively, I was waiting for the next morning.
 

Modifié par LadyAly, 23 avril 2010 - 07:31 .

[yasuraka.hakkyou]

the plot thickens...as well as someone's privates .

*thumbs up*

[LadyAly]

It was about time to give the pouch of Ashes to Teagan.
As I left my tent Zevran met my eyes for a brief moment - I was aware I had to speak with him later- but I needed still time.
He was an easy lover - a murder, too. If he would suddenly claim me ...
I chased this thoughts off of my mind - took Alistair, Morrigan and him with me to the Castle.

Bann Teagan looked at me full of expectation *You return. Might you have news?*
*What is Arl Eamon's condition?*
*Unchanged, I'm afraid. We've tried more magical healing, but nothing works. As time passes, I become more and more convinced the Urn might be our only hope.*
*I found the Urn*
*You have? Wonderful! Let us go at once to Eamon's side and see if the Urn's healing powers live up to their reputation.*

So we hasted to the Arl's bed - waiting with a bated breath as the Mage sprinkled the Ash carefully over the Arl. Slowly a dust rose up from his body into the air to disappear, the Arl's breathing become more lifely - and then - slowly he opened his eyes.

*Wh-where am I?*
Teagan rested a hand on his shoulder *Be calm, Brother. You have been deathly ill for a very long time. Do you remember nothing?*
Arl Eamon was clearly surprised to see his brother *Teagan? What are you doing here? Where is Isolde?*
She stepped near, kneeling before his bed taking his hand *I am here , my husband*
*And Connor? Where is my boy? Where is our son?*
I swallowed hard.
Isolde hesitated *He ... he is dead. Connor is dead* She rested her head on his chest with a quiet sob.
*Dead??? Then .. it was not a dream?*
Teagan pat his shoulder slowly, reassuringly.
*Much has happened since you fell ill, Brother. Some of it will not be... easy for you to hear*
The Arl made his first attempt to stand up now - looking at Teagan *Then tell me. I wish to hear all of it.*

With a bow we three left the room to go down to the Main Hall, waiting ...

Somewhere along the next couple of hours the Arl, Arlessa Isolde and Teagan coming down with stern faces. Isoldes eyes swollen and red from the tears she had cried again.

The Arl stared long, very long into the crackling fire before he turned towards us. His voice deep and calm.



*This is most troubling. There is much to be done, that is true. But I should first be thankful to those who have done so much.
Grey Warden, I know you did what you had to. I grieve for my son, I believe that had you not acted as you did, it might have been far worse.
My heart was doing a jump after his words and something like a triumphant feeling comes up as I thought back what Alistair has said to me. He seems to feel some shame about now, he dropped his gaze to the ground and let out a quiet sigh.
Slightly distracted from my feelings I overheard nearly the Arl's words *I am in your debt. Will you permit me to offer you a reward for your service?*
What .. a reward for taking his sons's life ??
I lowered my head in respect * I need your help against the Blight. That will do.*
He smiled thinly *I understand, but regardless of your motivations I feel you are worthy of a reward. I would like to honor your efforts, nothing more.*
By the Maker why all the people making a hero out of me...
*As you wish, then.* I answered with a deep bow
*Then allow me to declare you and those traveling with you champions of Redcliffe. You will always be a welcome guest within these halls.
And for you Warden NaChaya, a shield of the same make as those that have been given to our finest knights.*
Oh again by the Maker... what shall I do with a ..shield ???
*Thank you, your grace.*

Now Teagan took the word. *We should speak of Loghain, Brother. There is no telling what he will do once he learns of your recovery.*
Pretty eased that the object now was changed we started to work out a plan, against Loghain and defending Ferelden. It will be a  tremendous  task - gather all the allies with our treaties.
The Arl mentioned we would be need Alistair as king - his claim was through blood and should have a lot of weight during a Landsmeet. Alistair rejected this vehemently. The Arl was raising his hand, still calm, obviously understanding Alistairs feelings.
*You have a responsibility, Alistair. Without you, Loghain wins. I would have to support him, for the sake of Ferelden. Is that what you want?*
*I...but I ... * he let his gaze drop to the ground once more in resignation *no, my lord.*

Then he asked me for the blessing of his plan. I suppose my eyes are wide and big, I straightened my body and wondered again what the heck I have done that all and sundry wanted my help or blessing... I was only a woman, a Mage...
*My blessing? Why do you need my blessing?*
He smiled warmly down at me
*None of this would be possible without you. You led Alistair here, you safed my life with the Urn.. It's your lead I will follow.
I am a credible enough figure in this nation to call the Landsmeet, but I hold no illusions that I could face Loghain without you. Surely, you see that.*
No - I don't do it ... not at all...
*I say we proceed with your plan Arl Eamon*



We were sure it will take some time to recall forces, organize our allies and then calling the Landsmeet - hopefully the Blight wasn't faster.

On our way back to the Camp we talked what to do first ...
Since Lake Calenhad and the Tower of Magi only one day was away it was our first idea to head there.

I felt a bit better as we finally arrived in the early evening our camp, telling the others what happened.
Zevran layed his hand on my forarm, giving a sign with his head he wishes to talk with me alone.
Only the hint of a easy smile played on his lips
*See? I knew this would happen eventually between us. I had should have warn you right from the moment you refused to kill me. It was inevitable*
I couldn't hold back a snicker * Here I thought I seduced you*
He blinked in a playfully way *O-ho! Why aren't you the saucy little minx then? I've been used and wasn't even aware of it . A masterpiece!
So, then. As the priestess so famously said to the handsome actor: What now?*
I searched in his face to find out what he was thinking, what a intention was behind this question. He not even asked yet why I had so much * trouble* with my  Tattoo.
*Was this a one-time thing Zevran?*
Another playfully grin crossed his lips
*Allow me to make it simple for you, my Grey Warden. What comes next is entirely up to you.
I was raised to take my pleasures where they could be found, for they do not come very often. I shall ask nothing more of you than you are willing to give.*



Now this sounds like he was more sensitive as I thought.

*That sounds fine by me Zevran*

I gave him a easy smile and turned towards my tent to get finally some sleep.

 

Modifié par LadyAly, 25 mai 2012 - 12:43 .

[LadyAly]

And again we stood at the shore of Lake Calenhad - looking up to the Tower of Magi. I had a strange feeling in my chest - this tower was such a long time my home - or my prison, depends on the view, still I felt a lot of excitement to see the First Enchanter Irving, Greagoir and his templars again.

This little stupid templar refused first to let me pass - but in the end he had to yield against my points I made.
Open the great door I wondered - I saw Greagoir giving orders to barred the doors - and the hall looks lightly desolate. 
With a frown I approached Greagoir *what's going on here?*
In his usual harsh manner he answered without looking at me *I don't have time to entertain visitors...* his gaze was mildly surprised now as he turned *Well, look who's back. A proper Grey Warden now , are we ? Glad you're not dead.* 



A deep fear let my stomach turn into a knot.
*What's happening? Why are the great doors barred?*
The news were awful, terrible ...
The tower was taken be Demons and no longer under control. Gregagoir was waiting for Denerim's decision - for the Right of Annulment - to neutralize the Circle, completely.
The situation was dire - still, I had hope *The mages aren't defenseless. Some must still live! And you shut them all in !*
I was thrilled - Irving... where he might be right now ?
Alistair tried to calm me down - but I couldn't stand calmly.
*There must be something I can do.*
*You ? What can you do?* The Knight Commander raised one brow.
*People in there might need help, You can't abandon them.*
I told him that this wouldn't be the first abominations in my life and that I must try to safe what left behind the doors.
For a moment he was quiet. Then, with some respect in his voice now, he told me that we can't go back if we pass the threshold. Only if I would return with the First Enchanter himself, he would open them again. Is Irving fallen the Circle must be destroyed.
I gave him only a nod and he ordered his man to open the door to the Tower ...
Zevran joked as always *Hmm. Have you ever heard the saying "let sleeping abominations lie?" Now would be the time to consider it ...*
The door closed behind us with a loud noise, we heard the templars barring the door again.
Morrigan starts to speak with a small grin to Zevran
*Thats really wily of you Elf...*
*What is so wily of me, oh magical temptress?*
*Getting in the good graces of the one who decides whether you live or die, not to mention the one who can protect you against your former comrads.*
Her voice was as mocking as Zevran's, and whilst we making our way carefully forward, I listened closely to this talk.
*And I am supposed to believe you are here of ... a sense of patriotism, perhaps?*
Morrigan scoffs *Hardly that*
Zevrans voice was now like a purr from a big cat * We all have our reasons to doing what we do. Mine happen to come with a set of lovely eyes.*

Not much resistant we had as we found the first survivers - and it was Wynne. Petra , some childs and another Mage I couldn't remember his name are with her.



She was bombarding me with questions - unfortunately I had to tell her that we probably not have much time at hand. Greagoir intend to annul the Circle.
Wynnes ponders for a moment *So Greagoir thinks the Circle is beyond hope. He probably assumes we are all dead. They abandoned us to our fate, but even trapped as we are, we have survived. If they invoke the Right, however, we will not be able to stand against them.*
*Wynne- did.. did Irving survive as well ?*
She was sure he had, but without proof. He has told her to look after the children. So she erected a barrier so no one from inside could attack them. If I am willing to help her she was willing to dispel it.
There was no doubt in me. As long as the chance was there to save the man who has always acted like a father to me - his life was at stake - we should hurry.
Morrigan started an argue with me *You want us to assist this preachy schoolmistress? To rescue these pathetic excuses for mages? They allow themselves to be corralled like cattle, mindless. Now their master have chosen xdeath for them and I say let them have it.*
Calm, but  tartly was my response *YOU Morrigan, could have been one of them, if things were different*
Our eyes met in a hard duel - and surprisingly I won ... lowering her gaze she gave the answer I wanted to hear.
*Do what you wish. I care not*
*Thank you Morrigan - please stay here then and help the children ...*
Petra took me aside to tell me that Wynne was badly wounded short before and I promised to keep an eye on her.
*Have faith - we will not fail* It was an attempt to give us all hope and strength. But oh well - look there comes the schoolmistress out, at least I thought it after Wynne's reply.
*Your confidence is refreshing, though you should make sure it does not blind you to your weakness. If you are ready, let us go end this.*
*I am ready - destroy the barrier*
*All right Be on your guard...*

 

It was a disaster - corpses, demons, undeads, shriekers, revenants, possesed templars - the tower was devastated, a unholy mass, ravaged.



Zevran gagged as he spotted the lot of fleshy sacks and cursed low *Damn, I regret that I had ate that extra pie this morning*
With the help of Wynne's strong healing magic we survived the encounter with a very strong desire demon.



We were near to the templar quarters now - as we opened another room to look for survivers.
A sloth Demon, looking down to the corpse of a Mage. His voice are deep, smooth like a lullaby *Oh look Visitors. I'd entertain you but too much effort involved.*
My comment was dry *Killing demons is enough entertainment for me, thanks.*
*But why? Aren't you tired of all the violence in this world? I know I am. Wouldn't you like to just lay down and.. forget about all this? Leave it all behind?*
My lids were leaden and I tried to struggle against the sleep ...
far away I heard the others trying to fight the tiredness away as well.
The Demon looked down at me, speaking every single word very slow and deep *Why do you fight? You deserve more... You deserve a rest. The world will go on without you.*



And then the nightmare begun ...
 

Modifié par LadyAly, 25 avril 2010 - 12:14 .

[LadyAly]

Refreshed I stood in a well known light - it looks like a wonderful castle or fortress and in front of me I saw a person. Coming closer I couldn't believe what my eyes clearly told me - it was Duncan.



He smiled *Ah, there you are. I'm not disturbing you, am I?*
In this moment I was sure I was fooled, I was in the Fade... Makers mercy - How to come out of here...
First I efface this Duncan Phantom and his minions.
I spotted something like a pedestal, maybe it was leading me out of the Fade.
Instead of coming out I met Niall - trapped like me in the Fade by Sloth.
He was hopeless, resignation on his face as he told me his story and that he was sure there is no way out - even if he could have a look.



Well I was to stubborn to accept this and entered the fade portal near us with the promise to come back.
Overall were placed Lyrium Veins and I made a vow to myself to use them as often as its needed - my gut feeling told me it would be necessary.
Its hard to remember all by hindsight, but I am sure I could shapeshift. The dream is washed out more and more - as longer as it passed.
I was a mouse, a burning man, a spirit and a golem - sometimes lost in distorted corridors - but I managed to find the lesser demons, the key to destroy Sloth - and nothing more I desired.
I turned back to Niall with some effort to rest for a while and asked him about my companions. It should be possible to reach them in there dreams and maybe woke them up. Niall was surprised and a little bit of hope was returned to his gaze as I left him again.
The first I could reach was Zevran. Two other *elf's* tortured him on a rack.
Emotionless and with a icy voice I start to speak *I'll not have you threaten a friend of mine.*
Zevran managed , clearly under strong pain, to speak. *What ... what are you doing here? You're not supposed to be ... here...*
*Snap out of it Zevran, This is a dream!*
*I can't.. I need to stay strong. This is my test. I am going to be a Crow.. I need to show them I can tolerate... pain.*



I panicked now a bit and yelled
*But you are already an Antivan Crow!*
*What? That cannot be, and yet ... you speak the truth? I can feel it. Is this nothing as a bad dream? A bad memory?*
He moved slightly terrified from the rack I fought the false torturers. With a eased sigh I noticed Zevran fading, which probably means he was awoke.

I tried to reach Alistair next - he was with a faked Goldanna and I had really a hard time to convince him that all is a bad dream. He was ashamed that he was so easily fooled and I promised to tell no one about wiht a smile, aware that - except from myself - the others were goofed and captured in her own dreams, too.

If I thought Alistair was hard to convince - Wynne disabused me quickly. Damnit what a hard nut she was. She dwelled in grieve with passion, accusing me to be utterly inapprobiate. It was a hard fight to get her back to reality- the fight with the false souls were child's play compared with the part to convince Wynne.

I felt there was one spot left - the sloth demon himself. Even with my increased talents here I would need all the help of my companions to defeat him. 
After a short rest and talk with Niall I used for the last time the Portal to the Fade, hoping the others finding me.



The Demon was laughing as he spotted me *What do we have here? A rebellious minion? An escaped slave? My, my... but do you have some gall. But playtime is over. YOU all have to go back now.*
I smiled broadly as I noticed he said - you all - and gazed over my shoulder. All stood behind me.
And Wynne spoke out what I thought
*You will not hold us, demon. We found each other in this place and you cannot stand against us.*
The demon chuckled
*If you go back quietly, I'll do better this time. I'll make you much happier.*
*I'll make my own happiness, thank you*
Can't you think about someone other than yourself ? I'm hurt, so very - very - hurt.*
*sorry, but I'd rather just be rid of your evil right now.*
*You wish to battle me? So be it... you will learn to bow to your betters, mortal!*



Then it started the hardest fight I had by the time. Alistair and Zevran were knocked down very fast - Wynne tried to stay away and  focused all her healing abilities towards me. He turned in many forms and I was thankfully I had this *fade-gift* to change my form as well. But it was a close fight. 
With my last bit of strength and using the Lyrium Veins I made the final blow, nearly collapsing to the ground and gasping for air - but not much rest... We had to go out of here.
Wynne cared for us all as best as she could, before we met Niall a last time.
He told us the story that Uldred the Enchanter, was changed in a blood mage- possessed afterwards and liable for all. He enjoin us to loot the Litany of Adralla and use it in the battle. It will stun the demons and stop them to mind-controlling others. I promised him to fulfill his last wish - then we left finally the Fade.
 

Modifié par LadyAly, 26 avril 2010 - 05:21 .

[LadyAly]

We returned from the Fade into the same room - founding the Litany on Niall''s corpse.
We run out of supplies so we had to take care of it and hopefully finding something usefully in chests on the fourth floor.
Uldred has done his best - that was pretty clear. We never had expected to find Dragonlings and even a Drake here - but oh well - it was reality. We had to end this as soon as possible.

By the stairs leading up to the Harrowing Chamber we found Cullen. I remembered well and fondly on this templar . We had always good and intense talks. He was the one who had to slaughter me if the Harrowing would be fail. I wasn't mad at him, it was simple his duty as a templar to do so.
He was trapped in a magical prison and a cry broke out of his chest ...
*This trick again? I know what you are. It won't work. I will stay strong...*
*Cullen! Don't you recognize me ?*
*Only to well ... how far they must have delved into my thoughts...*
Wynne muttered towards me *The boy is exhausted. And this cage... I've never seen anything like this.* Raising her voice she spoke to Cullen *Rest easy ... help is here.*
*ENOUGH visions. If anything in you is human... kill me know and stop this game*Kneeling down, he clasp his hand desperately, tears streaming out of his closed eyes.



*You broke the others, but I will stay strong, for my sake... for theirs...
Sifting through my thoughts... tempting me with the one thing I always wanted but could never have ...
Using my shame against me... my ill-advised infatuation with her... a mage, of all things.
I am so tired if these cruel jokes.. these tricks.. these...*

Zevran made a move at my side and whispered in my ear *Someone was quite the little heart-breaker when they were an apprentice. My,my.*

I was really took by surprise *Uh... I don't think I should be hearing this.*



*SILENCE.... I'll not listen to anything you say. Now begone!*
He rose up to his feets and blinked heavily several times *Still here? But that's always worked before. I close my eyes, but you are still here when I open them.*
* I'm real, and I'm here to help you*
*Don't blame me for being cautious. The voices... the images .. so real...
Why have you returned to the tower? How did you survive?*
*I defeated everything in my way. Now it's Uldred's turn* I tried to give him a soft smile, but I fear it was a bit cracked.
*Good... kill Uldred. Kill them all for what they've done. They caged us like animals ... looked for ways to break us. I'm the only one left ... They turned some into ... monsters. And ... there was nothing I could do.*
*where are Irving and the other mages?*
*What others? What are you talking about?*
*Irving and the other mages who fought Uldred. Where are they?* Wynne asked quietly
*They are in the Harrowing Chamber. The sounds coming gout from there... oh, Maker...*
*We must hurry NaChaya. They are in grave danger. I am sure of it* Giving Wynne a nod as agreement I turned my gaze back to Cullen.
*You can't save them NaChaya. You don't know what the've become.*
*I am a mage too, Cullen.*
*But you haven't been up there. You haven't been under their influence. They've been surrounded b-by
blood mages whose wicked fingers snake into your mind and corrupt your thoughts.*
Alistair felt sorry for Cullen *His hatred of mages is so intense... the memories of his friends deaths is still fresh in his mind*
Cullen gave me a terrified gaze *You have to end it, now, before its too late.*
*I will not kill an innocent*
*Are you really saving anyone by taking this risk? To ensure this horror is ended ... to guarantee that no abominations or blood mages live, you must kill everyone up there.*
I tried to stay calm, cause I could understand his intentions - but my hope was to find Irving -alive.
* I cannot decide on that before seeing what's going on.*
*That is your choice to make, but I beg you to consider what I have to say. You cannot tell a maleficarum by sight. Just one could influence the mind of a king, of a grand cleric.*
* I don't fear maleficarum Cullen, they should fear me.*
You may be confident in your ability to stand up to them - but what about the rest of us? Will you protect us from them ?*
*Stay safe. It will be over soon.*
A shaky deep sigh come out of his chest *No one ever listens, not until it's far too late. Maker turn his gaze on you. I hope your compassion hasn't doomed us all.*

So we hurried up the stairs, opening the door to the Chamber with caution.
The scene before our eyes was horrific. Uldred - surrounded from Abominations, forcing a young mage to become an Abomination. But I could see Iriving - and others... still alive.
Uldreds cold eyes rested on me now
*Ah... look what we have here. I remember you. Irving's star pupil. Uldred didn't think much of you then and I certainly don't see your appeal now...*

With my low, calm nature to speak to such creatures I made my intention immediately clear.
*I think I'll just kill you, if that's all right with you.*

His voice and gaze was narcissistic and self confident
*Fight, if you  must. It will just make my Victory all the sweeter.*



Wynne gave me again a hint to use the Litany as often as I could - it could be the key for the win.
Before our eyes he turned in his true form - a pride demon, and I realized this fight will be probably harder then the Sloth Demon before.
And my presentiment wasn't hocus.
He was a powerful beast and he challenged us to the brink of our abilities - but in the end he had to die. We all were injured, not severe, and exhausted to death.
My first thought was to run to Irving... his gaze was warm, still full of pain from the martyrdom he had to go through.
*Maker. I'm too old for this.*
Wynne moved swiftly over to us as well *Irving! Are you all right?*



He smiled weakly, his gaze rest upon me again with a proude sparkle -after some small words I guided him down to the templars - to bring the good news.

Gregoir's normally stern face was bright as he noticed who was coming through the door.
Cullen started a small attempt to argue that all be could be possessed or blood mages yet... but Greagoir lifted his hand and made clear his decision stand. Then he looked down at me *Thank you. You have proven yourself a friend of both, the Circle and the templars.*



I never thought I would hear something like this from a man like him.
Then he apologized and went away to give orders for the rebuilding.
Irving took my hands *Here we are, the tower in disarray, the Circle nearly annihilated... though it could have been much , much worse. I am glad you arrived when you did. It's almost as though the Maker Himself sent you.*
Quietly I answered *The Blight drove me here to seek aid.*
He gave me his word without hesitate that the circle will join the fight against the Blight, as Wynne raised her voice.

*Irving, I have a request. I seek leave to follow the Grey Warden.*

Oh no... not that I'm not thankfully - but her -  close to me - in the camp - ... oh no... by Andraste!

Irving insisted as well *Wynne.. we need you here. The Circle needs you*
She smiled * I appreciate the sentiment Irving, but the Circle will do fine without me. The Circle has you. This Woman is brave and good and capable of great things. If she will accept my help, I will help her accomplish her goals.*

I cringed by the thought again but showing nothing others then  a friendly smile 
*I think you are needed here and should stay*
She accepted my decision without any request, let me feel a bit - ungratefully - but also eased.

I couldn't resist to give Irving a hug and he chuckled low, returning it. *When the time comes, we will stand beside you NaChaya*

We need some rest now, urgent. To care for our wounds and bruises.
Alistair was holding me back, though

Stretching out his hand with a dried rose
*Here look at this .. Do you know what this is ?*
Lifting one brow I grinned playfully *Your new weapon of choice ?*
*Yes that's right. Watch as I trash our enemies with the mighty power of floral arrangements! Feel my thorns, darkspawn! I will overpower you with my rosy scent!* We started to laugh both at the same time
*Or, you know, it could just be a rose. I know that's pretty dull in comparison*
Still giggling I managed to answer *You've been thumbing that flower for a while, now.*
* I picked it in Lothering. I remember thinking, *how could something so beautiful exist in a place with so much despair and ugliness?
I probably should have left it alone, but I couldn't. The darkspawn would come and their taint would just destroy it. So I've had it ever since.*
*And what do you intend to do with it?*
* I thought that I might ... give it to you, actually. In a lot of ways, I think the same thing when I look at you.*

By the.... what the....

*I... don't know what to say.*

* I guess it's a bit silly, isn't it? I just thought ... here I am doing all this complaining and you haven't exactly been having a good time of it yourself.
You've had none of the good experience of being a Grey Warden since your Joining, not a word of thanks or congratulations. It's all been death and fighting and tragedy.
I thought maybe I could say something. Tell you what a rare and wonderful thing you are to find amidst all this .. darkness.*

My heart beats for a moment faster and I felt my cheeks blushing ...



*Ahh, corny sentiment.*

*What else can I do? Write a poem? Pull your hair? I just saw the rose and .. I suppose i did it on impulse. Was it the wrong one?*

Plucking the rose gently from his palm I answered with still hot cheeks
*No it wasn't. Thank you, Alistair.*
*I'm glad you like it. Now ... if we could move right on past this awkward, embarrassing stage and get right to the steamy bits, I'd appreciate this.*
I gave him a teasing wink
*Sounds good. Off with the armor, then.*
Alistair started to laugh *Bluff called! Damn! She saw right through me!*

*You're so cute when you're bashful.*

Now grows his laughing pretty nervously *I'll be standing over here. Until the blushing stops. Just to be, uh.. safe. You know how it is.*

Turning to my tent I saw Zevran's gaze questioningly rest on me - I only shook my head - not tonight. There was a lot I had to think about - and with Zevran on my side I wouldn't be able to think....

My lips curled into a unsure smile - not the slightest clue what they are all seeing in me...
 

Modifié par LadyAly, 26 avril 2010 - 04:27 .

[LadyAly]

I awaked with a panickly gasp, disoriented and confused for a moment. Waiting that the nightmare fades I tried to inhale slowly.
It was near to dawn - a walk would be fine. I took this black grimoire out of my backpack - Morrigan has told me about as we went to the tower
and I really had found it in a chest.
We were too tired to talk last night and .. well ..
Alistair and his rose...
She was sitting on her own fire give me one of her distant gazes. Extending my hand with the book towards her let her jump on her feet.
She was pretty pleased and eager to start to study in the tome.



I left her alone to chat for a while with Bodahn and his son. The newest rumour were that the darkspawn attacked Lothering, also he heard that Queen Anora issued a plea to the bannorn to stand down. Seems like a civil war was really near.
Looks like Loghain took the Blight still not serious enough.

It was time to return to Ostagar - to find these key and Cailan's chest. Maybe found his body and Armor as we promised to Elric.
The place was in the hand of the darkspawn - but it was easy to follow the mark on the map - we found the key fast.
Several attacks from genlocks, hurlocks and blight wolves accompany our way - there we could loot  the first piece of armor on a darkspawn.
Alistair had no doubt, so we continued our search through this desolate icy place.

There was one survivor - a marbari hound.
I saw his hunger and reached for something he could eat in my bag - he barked frantically.
I tried to send him away, but he simple ignored my raised arm and order. Well from now on he followed me on my feets... have I mentioned I had no idea what to do with a dog ?



Then we found Cailan's chest. The documents in there ... he was near to made peace with Orlais al ready-  a small step away.  Orlais only waited for a response they never came, thanks Loghains treachery.
The last letter I read twice.

*********************************************************************
Cailan, 

The visit to Ferelden will be postponed indefinitely, due to the darkspawn problem. You understand, of course? The darkspawn have odd timing, don't they? Let us deal with them first. Once that is done we can further discuss a permanent alliance between Orlais and Ferelden.

-- "A note written in an uncharacteristically familiar tone from Empress Celene to King Cailan"

***********************************************************************

This was King Cailan's secret political agenda and now his legacy.

We crossed the bridge - and there he was. Cailans body, hung on stakes.



Terrible visions from the battle overwhelmed my mind before I realized we were in grave danger. The spell from the Necromancer let rise undeads against us.
Zevran stated dryly :* Darkspawn - Grey Warden, Grey Warden - Darkspawn* and then he cut his way through the enemies.
We followed the Necromancer to the Tower of Ishal. This time he attacked me directly but I was well prepared.



He run again away - deeper into the tower, he was luring us, that's for sure.
We fought our way past the darkspawn into a room with a hole - it was leading to lower tunnels. With care we climb down - still on the heals from the Necromancer we followed the tunnels. Nothing could hold us back, bot even a lot of corrupted spiders.
We found the exit - another vision overcomes me - there lay the body of an huge Oghre, we stand on the battlefield. Here King Cailan and probably Duncan died.
I heard the growl from the Necromancer - I saw the mighty spell he weaved - and then the dead Oghre rose up on his feet's with a menacing, ear-battering growl.



This clumsy creature tried to reach us - I don't gave him even the chance. We had vanquished harder foes before. Sten lead the final blow, whilst Alistair made his way to the Necromancer, decollate him with a mighty blow.



We had found all we want - one last thing was left to do now.
We build a pyre to bring Cailan's body down, giving him the last honor on his way back to the Maker.
 

Modifié par LadyAly, 27 avril 2010 - 08:38 .

[Gilgamesh1138]

I like this very much!  Love the pictures with the writing.  Thank you, and please keep it up.

I love NaChaya.

[LadyAly]

:happy::happy: Thank you - You safed me from stopping  - No feedback at all let me think unsure about this last night - and then you showed me some people like it and read it actually

[Gilgamesh1138]

Oh please don't stop! I don't get a lot of feedback on the forum for my tale either. I love it and the visuals. I like How NaChaya looks too. Nice job on her.

[LadyAly]

Thank you both much   I guess for the next chapter Alistair lovers will stone me to death ... maybe 

Modifié par LadyAly, 28 avril 2010 - 08:20 .

[LadyAly]

Back at camp I noticed I felt frozen to the bones... still the thought of Ostagar haunted me, at most the visions of the battle I had.
Passing Sten he said a few words * I have been mistaken*



Whirling around I looked up in his face *what do you mean?*
*You are a soldier worthy to stand among the Beresaad. I did not think so when we first met.*
*Im not really a soldier, you know.*
The giant gave me the slightest hint of a  nod *I know. You missed your destiny. But it is not an entirely bad thing. The day will come when the arishok sends us here. On that day, I will not look to find you on the battlefield.*
Lifting a brow I asked quietly *You think the qunari will invade Ferelden?*
*In time. There is no point in dwelling on it. We should move on.*
Well knowing that this was all he wanted to tell me and he wouldn't be willing to answer more questions I gave him a soft smile. I was in need for a warm up - even if his words made me a little bit proud.

Before I could reach the campfire *Dog* barks and Alistair let out a cry.
Cursing slightly under my breath I went over to both
Alistair was holding his hand *Arrrg! Why you little....*
*What? What ?*
*Your furry friend here took offense at me getting near his food.. Snapped at me... Loooook...*
He overstate the last word in a mimic whining manner, waggling his hand before my face.
*Oh come on Alistair ...there's hardly any blood drawn. Still he shouldn't have*
*Dog* starts to whine and hanging his head down - he seems to understand what we talking about.
With a light grumble Alistair went away *Sometimes I forget that he's a wardog. That will teach me.*
Some smooth words to *Dog* and I was sure it will not happen again.



Finally I reached the fire, wrapping a blanket around myself, trying to relax. Lelianna sneaked up at my side quietly and with her pretty voice she start to told me about Orlais, Val Royeaux, her obsession for fine things .. like shoes.
I had to chuckle as she told me about shoes ... cause for me they were .. just shoes, keeping feets dry. I was tend anyway to have NO shoes at all on my feets, I loved the earth feeling under my feets.
Imagine Leliana fighting in high heels satin shoes with embroideries let me snicker.



*Oh I could talk about shoes all day, but we have things to do, don't we?* She gave me a easy laughter, went silent and closing her eyes - before she was going to sleep in her tent.

I felt someone watching me, as I opened my eyes I met Alistair's gaze.
With a creaky noise from the armor he stand up to move over to me.
His eyes had a shimmer of gold in it, reflection of the fire, and my heart made a hard bump - only to call me a fool immediately.
*So let me ask you something. A personal question.*
*This isn't another joke, is it ?*
*No not a joke. I could think of one if I tried really hard, though.* His voice showed only a faint of his normal humor.
*I could use a laugh Alistair. Hit me.*
He runs his hand nervously over his hair before his eyes locked into mine again *On second thought, maybe I'm lying. I can't think of a good joke right now. I'm wondering about ... well, about Zevran, really. It seems like the two of you have become quite .. friendly.*
I felt a light anger raising up from my stomach.
*Why are you asking?*
He tried to chose his words carefully *I'm just curious.... maybe it's inapprobiate of me to ask, but what are your intentions towards him? Is it very serious? If you'll tell me, that is...*

My thoughts started to race, what sort of  insanly feelings drove him to ask me this .. was he jelaousy ?
And if this was the case... damnit.. Maker help me...
he will be going to be king probably... I forbid myself to think further *It might be, I haven't decided yet.* It was a cool answer.
He let out a short, but deep, eased sigh, this on the other hand let me furrow my brows.
* I was under the impression that the two of you were romantically involved, I would have said something sooner, but ... I didn't know how to put it without sounding... you know. Jelaous.*

Bah... my dear Templar you sound JELAOUS..., was my thought, inside I was a nervously mass, but I could hid it well away. What off all things will be next ? asking if I sleep with Morrigan ? My life is non of your bussiness at all... my anger let me see red colors, but it wasn't only anger... it was fear...fear of feelings I refused to think about.

*So now that I got that off my chest, let me ask something else: * he paused shortly, a small tremble in his voice *do you have any feelings towards ME?*

Just in time I hid a gasp, answering elusive to get more time to sooth my heartbeat and thoughts *You tell me first*

*I .. know it.... might sound strange, considering we haven't known each other for very long, but I've come to ... care for you. A great deal.
I think maybe it's because we've gone through so much together, I don't know. Or maybe I imagining it. Maybe I'm fooling myself.
Am I....? Fooling myself? ....
Or ... do you think .. you might ever... feel the same way about me?*

His wonderful eyes plead for a honest answer, but it was a answer I couldn't give him, not yet and probably never ...Damn you Alistair to let me feel so helpless!
His eyes still banned me on my place, I couldn't move, my mouth were dry as a desert, my head airy - I tried not to hurt him.

*I..don't know. It's to soon to say.*
You terrible ****, nothing but lies .....

*So it is to soon for this....?* Suddenly he was so near, his hand comforting my neck as his lips brushed first light as a feather over my lips before his kiss grows passionate. Sweet, oh so sweet and innocent...



I wasn't myself, any more as he hesitantly made a step back.
My voice was surely hushed *I don't know. I .. I need more testing to be sure...*

His eyes sparkled with love and longing *Well, I'll have to arrange that, then, won't I?
What about Zevran? I don't like the idea of leading him on.*

Okay... this moment was like someone poured icy water over my head. It was just a kiss ... and he dared.. I'm not his property... I felt coldness grow up in me...
*Don't make me decide between you, Alistair.*

His face shut down immediately - two strangers after a moment of fascination, finally coming down to earth.



*If you can't, then ... then that is your decision. I can't do it, otherwise. I won't, I'm sorry.*

My gaze was cool as I turned aside - ready to leave 
*Then that's how it has to be*

I saw pain for a moment flicker through his eyes
*Ah. Well, that's how it has to be, then. He's a lucky man.*
He choked the last words nearly out *I'm very ... happy for you both. Now, if you'll... excuse me*

Lowering my head, staring to the ground my inner voice scolded me to be a heartless wench. Bitterness takes over me like waves - cognition that I only protected myself. He was of royal blood and I'm nothing, a mage! with a unknown past - he would break my heart - I wouldn't allow this.
 NEVER - even if I felt attracted by him. Maybe it was love, probably it was... there was no other way  for me.

Wait, no way out wasn't right ... Zevran would comfort me. He never would claim me as his property - in his arms I would be safe and secured.... really ??
 

Modifié par LadyAly, 28 avril 2010 - 08:58 .

[Gilgamesh1138]

YAY! More please! : D

[LadyAly]

I need to find back to my iron self-discipline.
Best way should be to talk with Morrigan - and for sure not about Alistair.

Her face had a unusual hint of discomposure, even if her lips curved into a very small smile.
Rubbing my ice cold hands over the fire, I took a seat at her side. As always if I was near to Morrigan I felt coming peace in my troubled mind.
We both were silent for quite a while before she broke them.
*I have been studying Mother's grimoire. Do you wish to hear what I have found?*

Oh yes- Sister- any diversion shall be welcome ...

*What did you find?*
She frowns deeply *Tis ...not what I expected. I had hoped for a collection of her spells, a map of the power that she commands. But this is not it.*
Tilting my head to look in her face let me start to be worried - this wasn't Morrigan as I knew her.
*Yet you look disturbed.*
*Disturbed? Yes, perhaps that is the right word. On thing in particular within her writings disturbs me.*



And then she offered me the whole story with all the shocking details. Morrigan's purpose was to be possessed from Flemeth once she was powerful enough. This was the reason Flemeth could extended her life - perennialy.
We both came to the same conclusion - Flemeth had to die.
At least she wouldn't be able to return very fast - in the meanwhile could Morrigan - with the true grimoire and the power its hold - learn to defeat her, if Flemeth in the future attempt to try to possess her. We had to go without her - so Flemeth would be exposed of every chance to took Morrigasn body.
I took her hands in mine, squeezing them softly and promised to do this as fast as possible.
Since our camp still was located near Ostagar we could reach Flemeth's hut pretty fast.
Morrigan looked me in the eyes, knowing this favor wasn't a easy task, to slay Flemeth could be my end - and the end of my companions.
*I.. am grateful. The sooner this can be done, the sooner it will set my mind at ease.*

On my way back, pondering over the map and the fastest way to reach the hut in the Kocari Wilds I bumped into Alistair.
*Oh,..erm -- sorry*
*No.. I.. had should pay more attention* he responded quietly. Avoiding each others gaze I gave him a brief overview
*I know you can't stand her Alistair ... but you are with me?* Now facing him I looked up with a concerned gaze.
Grasping softly my hand for a second his gaze was stern.
*You not really think I would let you go there alone?*
My answer was a thankfully smile.

*Let me get Leliana and Zevran - ...*

Morrigan gave us some advices to handle her so called mother - probably she would turn into a high dragon to fight us. She gave us some special balm - the same we used at Frostback Mountain during the fight with the *Risen Andraste* - and I had al ready a plan settled.
Pretty sure she would take the advantage to kill us in her dragon form I ordered Zevran to prepare some traps with cold damage.
He and Lelianna prepared bolts and arrows as well.
Alistair will flank her - sheltered from one of my mighty spells - Force Field. She wouldn't even scratch him. If the spell fades she should be weak enough to lead him the final blow.
It was a only a theory, though.

We needed around three hours to come near her hut - Zevran melted with the evening shadows, preparing the place with the traps. He comes back with a wicked grin *All prepared my dear Warden*
*Then let's go and free Morrigan*

Flemeth stepped out of the hut as we arrived. Her voice raspy, she gave me a look out of her amber eyes which let run a shiver through my bones.
*And so you return. Lovely Morrigan has at last found someone willing to dance to her tune. Such enchanting music she plays, wouldn't you say?*



I shot an icy glare at her and with a calm, very low voice, I asked her *I should dance to your tune, instead?*
*Why dance at all? Why not sing* Her laughter was diabolic
*What has Morrigan told you, hmm? What little plan she hatched this time?*
I wasn't willing to speak more then necessary, we slowly draw back to the positions we had planned. I refused her offe to betray Morrigan without hesitate.
*Shame, What will it be then ?*
*Now you die*
We backed simple a bit more off, only Alistair was waiting prepared to run on one of her flank if she changes.

Now Flemeth shows her true nature - the demon inside her
*It is a dance poor Flemeth knows well. Let us see if she remembers the steps.*
Suddenly she stood on the little platform, growing, swelling, turning into a shadow
*Come. She will earn what she takes. I'd have it no other way.*
The Dragon appears with a loud *THUD* and then she roars with rage - the traps snapped with her icy grip.



At the same Moment I was start to cast the Force Field on Alistair - so he would be not harmed. But this damn old witch - or better the demon - was a bit to quick. Pick me as her target first, a Fire spit hits me heavily, interrupting my weaving. I cried in pain, cause I had gave the balm out to the others. The light was blinding me but the roar of the dragon let me use my mental strength to weave the spell as fast as I could - and Alistair was save.... Lelianna and Zevran let rain down a hail of arrows and icy bolts - with a last effort I was casting the Blizzard on the dragon, before my body hit the ground gasping for air under the incredible burning pain, which was rushing through my body. On my knees I looked up - I saw Alistair jumping as the spell let him free - I could  see that all blurred and it seems to need a eternity before he forced his blade into her head, jumping artistic backwards to the ground as the dragon was doing a final roaring breath. 



*Thh.. The key... we need.. them* I stuttered under tears. Alistair and Lelianna searched for him immediately, whilst Zevran tried to comfort me, holding me firmly. 
Lelianna found the object of our desire and went to the hut to search inside for the Grimoire, With a triumphant little cry she comes out, waving the object of Morrigans desire over her head ... all seems to be suddenly grey then fading into a swirling blackness which drew me in merciless.

I dreamed of lush woods and warm embraces, hearing a dalish woman speak gently *my little daughter - my love and my life - Azatae -* The voice faded...replaced from another much cooler voice.
*Sister ... awake, its over* Trying to open my eyes I noticed all stand around me at the camp with a worried gaze, includes *Dog*- which was barking frantic but happy as he noticed I tried to sit up.
*Sush.. you need still a bit rest. The robe has surely helped that she couldn't grill you - and the other wounds I could tend with my magic.. t'was not so much, beside the point the fire ball hit you. Maybe a scar will adorn your belly now sister* She chuckled low, gave me a sip of cold water, before she forced me back to lay down.
*I'm glad you were able to find the grimoire after all. My thanks for retrieving it. The others are eager to tend for you now - I shall begin to study it and unlock the power it holds.*
With this words she left me
My throat was still dry but I managed to give a crocked grin to the others *looks like I have worried you all a bit,  but I'm still not a toad, this is good right ?*
Alistair made  a face, Lelianna rolled with her eyes, Zevran cocked simple a brow, whilst Sten  stands there and watching me with his violet eyes - and then I fell into a long healing sleep.
 

Modifié par LadyAly, 30 avril 2010 - 09:55 .

[Gilgamesh1138]

Oh my! First time Flemeth turned into a dragon it was a bit of a surprise. : D

[LadyAly]

Gilgamesh1138 wrote...

Oh my! First time Flemeth turned into a dragon it was a bit of a surprise. : D

Oh yes I know what you mean  - I died quickly *lol*