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[LadyAly]

(( Thank you mochen, too - I'm glad I can entertain a bit ))

As soon as we had our supplies refreshed I took Shale, Oghren and Alistair with me back to Orzammar and the search for Cadash Thaig.
Zevran dissappeared with blowing a kiss - and I was sure he went to the Dalish. My heart was beating faster, hard, against my chest. What would happen if he really found something out ?

Shale started one of her odd talks with Alistair.
*I am told that it lost a large number of comrades in the battle with the darkspawn*

Alistair answered with a slight sharpness in his voice
*Me? I guess I did. I didn't know all of them well, however. Mostly just Duncan.*

*I am unfamiliar with this name*

I heard again the pain in Alistair's voice and sighed - would he ever get over it ?
*It's ...it's not important. You don't need to know who he was.*

Shale's raspy voice appeared thoughtfully now
*I cannot remember if I ever had anyone important to me. All I remember is being given orders.*

*I would gladly be following Duncan's orders right now, if I could*

Now I turned with a angry snort - * Oh thank you my friend - exactly what I need as support*
Alistair gave me a short veiled gaze murmuring *sorry - it wasn't meant this way*

Shale wont give up and mentioned how odd it is to following in general orders.
*You wouldn't understand. Don't worry. I don't expect you to.* he let out a angry sigh.
Raising my hand I stopped this stupid talk as I spotted  Dagna.

Hopping around she was running nearly into me
*Hello. How can I --* Her eyes grow wide - like her smile *it's you!!! And it's been... well, quite a while. Enough time to get to thge Circle and back, I hope ?*
Jumping from one feet to the other her big eyes searched in my face
*Oh, ... please tell me what they said.*

I bet my grin was nearly as broad as hers
*First Enchanter Irving accepted you for study*

Dagna choked on her own breath - her arms wrapped suddenly around my hips *Ancestors bless you; I can't believe it!*
She removed her arms from me and jumped back excitedly.



*There hasn't even been a dwarven observer in the circle since Ureldin in the thirteen century!
Uh.... I-I-I ... need to pack. No.... My parents would get suspicious. I need to GO. *
Turning on her heels she looked once again over her shoulder
*Is there anything I should bring? Books? Tuition?*
A low little laughter escaped my lips - she was so refreshing
*Nothing. The Mages need every ally they can get.*

Dagna waved *Then I should go... before my parents come looking for me. If you ever go to the Circle again, maybe I'll see you there.*

Looking after her my smile wont disappear and I was in a good mood as I turned to Shale
* Let us find Cadash Thaig now - I have a feeling it will turn out well *
Oghren grumbled about this Thaig was abandoned so long ago - if we find it we would be heroes.

After some hours marching and some fails to find a passage we entered a pretty different Thaig. It was looking so different that we all for a moment just stood and looked into the green - yes what .. darkspawn hell ? I could smell them - and a lot of it.
Shale moved her fingers over some runes at a pillar to remove the moss. *This is it. Cadash Thaig.*



I gave her a nod * This is where you from ?*
*Perhaps. It may also be where I was found. These ruins are always overrun by vermin. There may be something noteworthy further in, however.
Shale stared forward *Was this a home, once? Did I live here?*

*Maybe we find out something, but not if we stare and stay on one place Shale* with this words I was walking deeper into the Thaig, prepared for fight.
I heard the Genlocks before they come out of the corners, along with some other unfriendly creatures. The ambush was on the end of a bridge - unfortunately some of the darkspawn were sniping.
But Alistair silenced them fast enough before they could do more harm. Cursing I removed a arrow from my upper arm - he was stuck in the feather of my robe and had only scratched me.

*It is still at good health ? * asked Shale quietly
*Yes IT is* I grumbled back following Shale over the bridge
*I see nothing - Whatever was once here is gone*
*.... beside Darkspawn you mean eh *
Oghren took a swig out of his flask - before we continued to go deeper in the Thaig.

There is only one creature I hated more in the Deep Roads as the Darkspawn - Deep Stalkers ...
Around 20 jumped out of the ground around us - Shale stomped heavily and the earth started to shake under her feet. It gave us enough seconds to focus on some of the nearest of this ugly beasts. My stun spells took care of the rest and we wiped this small horde out.



*Crawling with filth, typical* said Shale looking at the bloody corpses around us.
She points to the next bridge *I am uncertain what I hope to find, here.*

Some darkspawn and meters later we spotted a giant statue - a dwarf ... this thing had gargantuan measures



Then we heard the roar - this Ogre was clearly a Alpha and as he was storming to attack us. 
We were aware he was more then dangerous - even for us four.
First Victim was Oghren as he tried to attack the monster from behind. The Ogre turned so quick his massive body - he had no time to avoid the hit on his chest. He was flying some meters before crushing hard on his back to the ground.
Holding the Ogre in a telecinetic cage, I saw eased that he cursed, spitting out some blood and then raising again onto his feet.
In the end the Ogre was falling under Alistairs deathblow, but it was one of the harder fights - I must admit this.

Shale stood already at the Statue - there were runes over runes carved in stone.
*What is this? This ... this I remember. It has dates and names. This is to honor those who volunteered, those who become golems.*
We looked alternate from her to the carves, Oghren still rubbing his armor over his behind.
*And... there is my name. Shayle of House Cadash. Just as Caridin said ... * she looked straight in my face now *I remember, now. I remember .. Shayle. That ... was me.*



*You remember? That's wonderful!* I was quite happy, along with that feeling that I envy her - heavily.

In her usual manner she replied *Wonderful to remember being a soft, squishy creature of flesh? ... Perhaps. I will need to think on these things I have learned. Perhaps I will speak to it of them soon. For now, let us carry on as we have it.*

*Oghren - you are alright ? *
*Bah - sure thing! The Ogre who can harm old Oghren isn't born yet.*
Grinning I made a sign with my head to move out of the Thaig as fast as we could - no doubt that the darkspawn will return soon.
 

Modifié par LadyAly, 03 septembre 2010 - 07:18 .

[Lynn01]

Slight bump for you! (I'm late with reading everything, been busy this past week!) Very nice LadyAly :-)

[LadyAly]

aww. thx I'm behind on some story's as well - so I feel with you

[LadyAly]

No more Deep Roads - no more tons of stone over my head - no more ... hopefully.
That was all I could think as we reached finally again Orzammars Gates.
Well - not really all. My heart started to be restless and anxious - anything told me deep inside that facing the Dalish and the Brecilian Forest will do a deep cut in my life.

In thoughts I reached the camp-
Unfortunately was Wynne's tent near to mine ... and she was in the mood to talk.

*Have you encountered many abominations apart from the ones in the Circle Tower ?*
I gave her a tired but surprised glance *Why do you ask?*
*you are younger then I, and your nerves yet have some steel in them. Did you feel any fear facing the abominations ?*

A slight shrug was my answer *Some, but I knew I could not falter*

*The first time I saw an abomination, my blood turned into ice. It was months before the nightmare stopped.
It was the knowledge that I could easily become one of them that frightened me the most.*
She said thoughtfully

*Well, but it is this knowledge that drives you to be cautious, Wynne.*

*One slip...all it takes is one slip and everything you are is simply gone ... replaced by madness.* She paused *And there is no turning back - or at least that's what they say.*

Raising one brow I faced her fully now -motioning with my hand for her to sit with me at the campfire in front of my tent.
*So ... you have doubts about Wynne?* 



She took a deep breath before answering *Of late I have begun to wonder if... if there is any way an abomination can be .. cured.
Or if a mage could be so possessed and still retain their sanity, their humanity.*

*Mmmmhhh... why do you care so much about this anyway?*

*Because every mage lives with this threat. It should be constantly on our minds.*
Shaking my head without an answer the thought was striking me that I never had wasted any thought this could happen to me.
Her smile was soft but still thoughtfully.
*Do not trouble yourself, though. This is only an old lady giving voice of her musings.*
*If you say so Wynne.*

*Irving told me about how you became a Grey Warden, and that unpleasant incident that occurred prior to your departure from the Circle.*
Wrinkling my nose I answered with a slight anger in my voice
*You're talking about Jowan?*
She nodded *none other. I respect the decision you made, and the way you handled it. And it did not seem to affect Duncan's desire to recruit you*

Wth ... Now I remembered why I refused her first plea to join me and my companions ... she was still the old teaching school mistress I couldn't stand.

She seems not to notice my upcoming anger - or probably she doesn't bother about.
*But that aside, you're a Grey Warden now and perhaps I presume too much by saying this, but the Circle is proud of you*

Now my anger faded away and my lips curved into a small smile, thinking back.
*I wonder what Irving saw in me that made him recommend me.*

She took my hand - a swift squeeze - *Do not squander this time trying to explain why Irving picked you. Accept it and be the Grey Warden you're supposed to be. Sometimes it gives me comfort to think that everything will end up the way it's supposed to, that it will be all right. You - NaChaya - were chosen; you survived the Joining when others did not. Perhaps it was meant to be.*

Blinking I tried to let sack her words into my mind - still trying to figure out what she wanted from me. Was it only a comforting compliment for my confidence?

*Rest well Child* with this words she rose to her feets and left me alone with  my  thoughts.

Leliana approached me slowly, hesitating
*Can.. can we... maybe stop at Denerim before go to the Dalish?* 



Looking up to her I tried to sort out my thoughts - and remembered - Marjolaine! Yes we had to solve this problem - I need a a Leliana in a good shape for the upcoming tasks.
I smiled and gave her a nod
*Sure Leliana - its about time to face that B.itch isn't it ?*

A relieved sigh and a beaming smile was her answer, before she dipped her head
*Thank you NaChaya and good night*
 

Modifié par LadyAly, 11 septembre 2010 - 09:46 .

[LadyAly]

We were packing our stuff for Denerim as Leliana gave me a smile
*He is quite a character, your Zevran, no?*

My gaze was a bit suprised
*Zevran is not mine by any stretch of the imagination.*

The smile on Leliana's face continued
*He owes you his life. That debt alone makes him beholden to you. And that's saying nothing of you...hmmm.. entangelements.*

*Anyway Leliana - what were you going to say?*



She stopped packing *He seems to seek pleasure above all things, but there is more to him, isn't there? He is more complex than he lets on.*

Now I returned her smile *Yes, that's true.*

*I feel that it is in my interest to study those I travel with. And Zevran deserved special scrutiny, seeing that he tried to kill you. But it seems you trust him, judging from your closeness. If you do NaChaya, then I do,too. You haven't led us astray yet.*
Then she chuckled
*That aside, you do have a good taste. He is an attractive one.*

My grin was broadly as a well fed cat *Thanks. I rather like him myself*

*Ha! I can tell...*
we finished the packing laughing and chatting.


As we reached Denerim Leliana murmured
*I would like to look for Marjolaine. We have a score to settle*
Giving her a nod we followed the direction on the map, the mercenary had it well marked.
Zevran was whistling and obviously in a pretty good mood - no wonder after last night, I thought with a smug grin for myself.

*Some time since you last knocked boots, shall we say ? You did just come from the cloistered life Leliana , no?* Zevran started to tease her.
She glared shortly at him, obviously disturbed *What do you mean ?*

He let out a low snicker *I imagine it has been some time for you, my dear Leliana.*

*Of course it has been some time. There are more important things in life than"knocking boots", Zevran.* Her voice was sweet and soft as always, but there was a tune in ...

Zevran  couldn't shut up *Oh, I'll not argue that. I simply mean that the body has urges, urges given to us by the Maker. Yours must be...considerable. After all that time.*

Alistair groaned as if the talk between the both would harm him.

She glanced at him *Now - that is a very personal question....Let me think about it, then.*
She tapped with a sly grin her fingertip on her lips
*Should every man in Ferelden suddenly die, you may even have your chance.*

Zevran laughed loud and heartily *A-HA! Progress!*
And then ... it was Alistairs turn.
Between some mixed feelings toward Zevran, a broad grin let my lips curve, but I remained silent - I guess he was in need of this fun -  sometimes. 

*You know, Alistair, Antiva has a long tradition of royal bastards.*

Alistair shook his head *Well aren't you just chock full of useless trivia today.*

*Oh, yes. They've led wars to claim the throne. Some of them have become kings. In fact, I'd say the current royal line in Antiva stems from bastard blood several times over*
He nodded very seriously, ignoring Alistair's words.

The answer was full of sarcasm *Let me guess: They get assassinated?*

Zevran gave him another grin, tilting his head aside *Only the very popular ones.*

*And the unpopular ones?*

*Well, they get by somehow, I'm sure. There was one fellow who did quite well working as a prostitute based on his uncanny resemblance to the king. Charged a fortune.* He gave Alistair a wink

*Couldn't afford him, I take it?* A small smile rested now on Alistairs face, too

In this moment we reached the house - here must Marjolaine reside.
We stepped over the threshold quietly - some guards raised immediately her weapons. Leliana let out one of her amazing cry's and attacked them without questions - well so we did the same.
Why asking... when you can kill ... I thought as we stood beside the fallen guards.

Leliana pressed her lips into a thin line and opened the door to another room - and I got a look of Marjolaine. For sure in her early years a seductress, coldness rested in her eyes.
Her accent was the one from Orlais
*Leliana! So lovely to see you again, my dear...



Leliana narrowed her eyes and spit at her a harsh answer *Spare me the pleasantries. I know you're...*

Marjolaine gave her a cold hard smile, interrupted her
*Oh, you must excuse the shabby accomodations.. I try to be a good host, but you see what I have to work with?*
She shook her head with, her lips curled in disgust
*This country smells like wet dogs. Everywhere. I cannot get the smell out. Even now it is in my hair, my clothes... ugh... *

Well - now it was time to gave that woman fire - harsh and icy I interrupted her
*Why did you send assassins after Leliana?*

Marjolaine raised her brows, glaring at me a second. Then she clicked her tongue
*So bussiness-like your companion.*

Leliana frowned *You framed me, had me caught and tortured. I thought that in Ferelden, I would be free of you, but it seems I am not. What happened to make you hate me so? Why do you want me dead so badly?* 

 

The woman's voice was still soft and I had to admit she was a fearless actress
*Dead? Nonsense. I know you my Leliana. I know what you are capable of. Four, five men ... you can dispatch easily.*
She made two steps toward Leliana *They were sent to give you cause to come to me. And see? Here you are?*

Alistair made a small move to stand between Leliana and Marjolaine  and in my back I felt Zevran's present, tensed and ready.

*We don't believe you woman.* This was my low and clear statement

Leliana shook her head in disbelieve
*You are so transparent. What are you up to, Marjolaine? Why are you in Ferelden?*

Marjolaine lowered her gaze to look at her nails, before her cold gaze met Lelianas eyes again. Her face was still without any emotion
*In truth? You have knowledge that you can use against me. For my own safety, I cannot let you be. Did you think I did not know where you were? Did you think I would not watch my Leliana?*
She started to walk through the room - from the left to the right and back.
*"What is she up to?" I thought. "The quiet life, the peasant clothes, hair ragged and messy like a boy ... this is not her"* You were planning something, I told myself. So I watched... but no letters were sent. No messages. You barely spoke to anyone.*

She stopped in front of Leliana, Alistair moved a little closer so she couldn't raise suddenly a dagger or something else all of sudden against Leliana.

Marjolaine were so fixed on her formerly lover that she paid no attention to anyone of us others.
*Clever, Leliana, very clever. You almost had me fooled. But then you left the Chantry, so suddenly. What conclusion should I draw? You tell me.*

Leliana got big eyes and then she raised her voice, loud, angry -
*You think I left because of you? You think I still have some plan for... for revenge? You are insane! Paranoid!*



I gave Marjolaine a hard smirk *Not everything is about you - Woman.*

Now she turned towards me, her gaze rest on my robe, my hair and then my face .... it was a duel with teh eyes - who would lower the gaze first ? She did it, even if reluctantly.
*Oh-is that what you think? If I were you, I would believe nothing she says. Not a one.*

What a manipulating b.i.tch ....

*She will use you.* Her gaze rested again upon my face
*You look at her and you see a simple girl --- a friend, trusting and warm. It is an act.*

Leliana yelled *I - AM - NOT - YOU !!!, Marjolaine. I left because I didn't want to become you.*

Marjolaine chuckled low and triumphant
*Oh - but you are me. You cannot escape it. No one will understand you the way I do, because we are one and the same.*
She turned away from me pointing with her finger to Leliana 
*Do you know why you were a master manipulator, Leliana? It is because you enjoyed the game; you reveled in the power it gave you....*she paused a second *You cannot change or deny this.*

I had enough, more as that - this woman has to die *Leliana - let us just deal with her and go.*

Leliana's pretty face was pale, hate in her eyes
*You will not threaten me or my friends again, Marjolaine. I want you out of my life, forever.*

My statement was cold and my voice quietly, as always if  I had to made important decisions - or start a      unavoidable fight. 
*You can't let her get away with what she did, my friend - time to present the bill*

Leliana gave me a short dip of her head before her hands took a tight grip on the hilt of her blade
*You've caused too much pain - for too many, Marjolaine. It ends here.*



In the corner of my eyes I noticed Zevran sneaking behind a guard , like a shadow.

Marjolaine made some steps back, her face distorted in wrath and hate, maybe fear, now.
*And you think you can kill me, like that? I.. made you, Leliana. I can destroy you just as easily.*

With a sudden move she raised two sharp daggers and started to attack - 

I stunned her and then I leave her for Leliana - as it had has to be. Alistair and I could hold back the guards and a rather hidden mage in the backroom, Zevran twirled around and killed silently the wounded.
I heard Lelianas War Cry again and a gargling noise. Lelianas blade had cut the throat of Marjolaine - well I suppose she had trained her well enough. Then the woman's eyes broke - she was dead.

Leliana's face was a mask, still pale, blood overall. Without any word she reached for the door - then she swallowed and gave me an odd gaze, avoiding to look at the dead corpse of Marjolaine. 
*It's over... She's dead- she is dead because of me. We will talk soon NaChaya... I .. I need... some time to myself* 

I tried to give her a comforting smile and a nod, then she rushed out.
 

Modifié par LadyAly, 16 septembre 2010 - 06:09 .

[Gilgamesh1138]

Oh I hate Marjolaine! Great job Lady Aly. Sorry I am so late in reviewing. LOVE this as usual. So glad to have more to read.

[Zeleen]

**two thumbs**

[LadyAly]

*huggles both* thanks my dear friends - I am happy you both still enjoying it

[LadyAly]

On our way back to the camp I couldn't wait to talk to Zevran.
* You returned from the Forest without a word - we joined another night without a word about - care to join me again this night in my tent ? *

He chuckled * The itch has returned, I see *

My elbow was ramming into his side, what caused him to let out a low muffled *uumpf* followed from a cheeky wink.

*You are a lost cause my Antivan Crow - * I shook my head with a little grin and reached Alistair to ask him something what was in my mind since some time now.

He gave me a odd little gaze *Sure ask away NaChaya*

*Say Alistair, what changes about you after the Joining? I never asked this but I would like to know. You've been a Grey Warden longer than I have.*

*You mean other than becoming a Grey Warden? Hmmm. You know, I asked Duncan this, too, and all I got was, "You'll see."*
Lifting one brow I answered with real surprise
*He wouldn't tell you?*

*It's not that Duncan wants to keep it a secret. It's just that the Grey Wardens don't discuss it much. I gather it's not a pleasant topic.
The first change I noticed was an increase of appetite. I used to get up in the middle of the night and raid the castle larder. I thought I was starving.
I'd slurp down every dinner like it was my last, my face all covered in gravy. When I'd look up, the other Grey Wardens would stare... then laugh themselves to tears.*

*mmmhh... I haven't felt anything like that.*

He gave me a small ironical smile *Really? Because I was watching you wolf down food the other day and I thought, "It's a good thing- she gets a lot of exercise.*



*What can I say? I'm a growing girl.* I made an attempt to ram him with my fist - he chuckled and grabbed my wrist.
*I'll say! Uh... I didn't mean it like that, Heh. Don't hit me! I bruise easily!*
He paused a second - his thumb was stroking gentle over my backhand before he removed his hand and continued.

*Oh... and then there were the nightmares. Duncan said it was part of how we sense the darkspawn. We tap into their... well, I don't know what you'd call it. Their "group mind". And when we sleep, it's even worse- as you know. You have some experience with this dreams now. *

I gave him a nod and mumbled *Oh yes - the Nightmares*

*Some people never have much trouble, but that's rare. Others have trouble sleeping their entire life. They're just more sensitive, I suppose. Everyone ends up the same, though. Once you reach a certain age, the real nightmares come. That's how a Grey Warden knows his time has come.*

I stopped and turned towards him *What ? His time has come? What you mean ?*

*Oh, that's right. We never had time to tell you that part, did we?
Well, in addition to all the other wonderful things about being a Grey Warden, you don't need to worry about dying from old age. You've got thirty years to live. Give or take.
The taint... it's a death sentence. Ultimately your body won't be able to take it. When the time comes, most Grey Wardens go to Orzammar and die in battle rather than...waiting. It's tradition.*

What the ... I couldn't believe it what he said - to the Deep Roads? My most hated place as my graveyard ???
*How cheery* I stated dryly

*And you wondered why we kept the Joining a secret from the new recruits! There you have it.*

*It seems a high price to pay Alistair.*

*I suppose it is. We're the only one who can stop the Blight, however. Is there a price too high to pay for that?
You know Duncan... he started having the nightmares again. He told me that--in private. He said it wouldn#t be long before he'd go to Orzammar himself.
I guess he got what he wanted. I just wish it had been something worthy of him.*
A sigh escaped his lips and I gave him a brief pat on his shoulder.
*He will be remembered, Alistair. As will the others.*

A sad smile crossed his lips *I know. Ending the Blight.... should make all worthwhile, right?*

I could only shrug to this words, pretty overwhelmed from what he has told me - so I will die in pretty young age anyway?
Why then search for my roots - ??? Or ancestors ??? For what?

We reached the camp and it was already nearly night, the last sunbeams were swallowed some time ago from the upcoming darkness and some stars sparkled already in the dim light.
Deep in thoughts I noticed Leliana - sitting at the campfire. Good - she was back.
I bumped into Wynne deep in thoughts.
*I must ask: What does being a Grey Warden mean to you?*



I stopped her immediately - I wasn't in the mood for a lecture about how I have to be and to think. She wasn't pleased about, I could see it in her face, but honestly - I didn't care.

I crawled into my tent - Zevran already there wrapped in a blanket, smiling at me.
*Before you ask again my dear little mage - I found some small hints, too small to talk about, yet. I'm naked here and you should warm me up...*
He grabbed me swiftly, pulling me close and sealing my lips with a kiss.
I guess it was something like medicine to feel his passion - and oh well - he was as always aware of what he was doing.
He let me burn in a way I could forget all for a while.
Still trying to catch my breath I wrapped my arms around him and rested my head on his chest.

*I accept that you wont talk about the hints yet - but I'm eager to know more about Antiva, if you don't mind.*

His smile was dreamy, his fingers caressing over my hair and cheek
*Oh? You wish to know about Antiva, do you? The only way to truly appreciate it would be to go there.
It is a warm place, not cold and harsh like this Ferelden. In Antiva it rains often, but the flowers are always in bloom... or so the saying goes.*

I murmured on his skin *Don't you want to go back?*

*It is not a really matter of wanting to go back. I cannot go. At least not yet. I hail from the glorious Antiva City, home to the royal palace. It is a glittering gem amidst the sand, my Antiva City.*

*You sound like you've been away from home forever.*

*Oh, not so long, I know. It is my first time away from Antiva, however, and the thought of never returning makes me think of it constantly. Before I left, I was tempted to spend what little coin I possessed on leather boots I spotted in a store window. Finest Antivan leather, perfect craftmanship...
I thought, "Ah, Zevran, you can buy them when you return as a reward for a job well done! More the fool I, no?*
I looked up in his face *The job being killing me, right ? But you were seeking for death after...*

His smile was cheeky *Yes, and now here I am - but you can still adore boots ? No ?
One simply never knows what is to come next. How could I suspected I would end up defeated by a beautiful Grey Warden, a woman who then spares my life? I could not.*

I kissed his lips, pulling his lower lip between my teeth *Everyone makes mistakes.* I teased.

*Even Grey Wardens who spares the lives of assassins?* He chuckled before kissing me back with breathtaking passion *You see I understood .. maybe I can continue to make the mistake more bearable ?*

... and again the world around doesn't had any meaning for us both. 

[Gilgamesh1138]

Again, my friend, great job! I love ending on a sexy note. Yummy!

[Zeleen]

Modifié par Zeleen, 27 septembre 2010 - 07:54 .

[LadyAly]

awww.. thank you both - you are true sweethearts !

[LadyAly]

The other day we stocked our supplies - it was time to march to the Brecilian Forest. Zevran told me he has spotted a clan - having the camp near to the entrance.
We would need two days from Denerim to reach the forest.

It was time to talk to Leliana, she was very quiet since her encounter with Marjolaine - and I should talk to Oghren. He was drinking mostly, but doing his work, though.

He looked up that evening with a strange gaze I couldn't sort out.
*Pull up a drink, Warden. Join me in my sodding hole.*

*Something bothering you?*

His grumbling voice was thoughtfully *Nah. Just tired, is all. Did you want to talk about something?*



*I'd would like to know more about you.*

*What about?* he asked with a surprised tune

*Do you miss Orzammar?*

*What? Miss Orzammar? Are you mad woman? In addition to being ugly? They treated me like a puddle-fly back there. I'm never going back!*

I gave him a easy smile and thought he was going through a lot. I still was despite some of his manners, his drinking - but - on the other hand he has proofed to be loyal and a good fighter. Probably a good deal in the end.

*How do you like the surface Oghren?*

He let out a growling chuckle *It's sodding great. At first I was a little queasy, with all that air, but... there's just so much of it! No one has any idea who you are. Or what you're doing. And the ale!. Who'd have thought, ale made with grain!* He paused gave me one of his seldom smiles
*Aye the surface is great. It's like a big bright world of filth without a ceiling. My kind of place. - Hey, let's go find something to kill, huh? All this talk makes my hands twitchy - or drink with me Warden ...*

Laughing I patted his shoulder *We will fight early enough and no drink for me, but I appreciate the offer.*

I left him to walk over to Leliana. She stood before the fire, warming up her hands a little. *Oh, hello NaChaya... is there something you wanted to talk about?*

*No, I thought you looked like you wanted to talk, though.*

She turned her head aside and showed me her back  - watching the flames *It's...it's nothing. I'm fine, I'm just thinking.*



*You're less talkative than usual.*

She let out a deep sigh *I can't get what happened out of my head. I'd been in Lothering for years and she still thought I was plotting against her.* 
Another sigh followed *She didn't trust me -maybe she never did. She loved me when she could use me and control me, and now that she can't - she wants me dead.* A long pause, then she continued 
*It....it hurts to realize that I never really knew her.*

*Maybe you did and didn't want to admit it Leliana, happens if you love someone I suppose*

Her eyes locked now in mine she answered with a sad, still shocked, gaze.
*I knew she was ruthless, but I didn't know how far she would go. She was self-serving, cruel.... she uses people, then discards them, but that's how she survived in the life she leads.
W-what if she's right. What if we're the same? I... I should have stayed in the Chantry.*

Raising a brow I answered quickly *And you think that would have made it better?*

Leliana shook desperatly her head *You don't understand. I forgot my life as a bard while I was in the cloister. I felt safe. I didn't have to watch my back all the time. That's what made Marjolaine the person she was, don't you see? It ruined her; it will ruin me - too.
It's already happened. When we killed her I ... I enjoyed it. Seeing her dead gave me satisfaction.*

I took her hand now in mine, squeezing it softly *You can stop thinking that, if you really want to Leliana.*

*What we're doing.... what we've done--hunted men down, killed them -- part of me loves it. It invigorates me and this scares me. I... I feel myself slipping.* There was nearly panic in her voice now.

*You are a good person, you always will be.*

*How can you be so sure NaChaya?*

My smile was soothing  *Evil doesn't worry about not being good.*

Her eyes went big *That...that is true. I can always trust you to show me things from a different perspective...I.. I would like to be alone, for now. I have many things to consider. Thank you for listening to me.*

Releasing her hand I gave her a nod - turning to go into my own tent for get some rest. Tomorrow we would start to march towards the Forest.

But again Wynne crossed my path asking me for a minute - with a sigh I accepted. *What is this urgent matter you want to discuss Wynne, I am tired...*

Her grey eyes wandered over my face *You're quite taken with each other, aren't you?*

OHO - from this side was the wind blowing... I wondered what would come now. Her face showed that it wasn't congratulations.
*I don't see how this concerns you?*

*I've noticed your blossoming relationship, and I wanted to ask you where you thought it was going. It seems he only ever has one thing on his mind. I question the wisdon of a Grey Warden being involved in such a affair.*

What the ... this old hag has truely no idea what Zevran has in his mind - I couldn't help myself and a broad grin rushed upon my lips *Zevran is special, and I have fun with him.*

She nodded with a draconic gaze *Which is why I worry. You are a Grey Warden. You have responsibilities and I fear you will neglect them.*

Slowly the anger raised in me *I can handle my responsibilities and my relationships very well Wynne.*

*Love is ultimately selfish. It demands that one be devoted to a single person, who may fully occupy one's mind and heart, to the exclusion of all else.
A Grey Warden ...* she lectured along *cannot be afford to be selfish. You may be forced to make a choice between saving your love and saving everyone else, and then what you do?*

Now I snapped harsh back *Keep your nose out of this!*

*I apologize if I've offended, I was just trying to point out why this affair may be a bad idea.*

Cold was my voice and my answer *Zevran and I can handle whatever comes our way.*

She gave me a last long look *If you insist. I have given my advice. Do with it what you will* with this words she turned away and let me back in a bad mood.

Best idea should be to go to my friend Morrigan and to make a bit bad-mouth conversation to get rid off this knot in my stomach - the doubts were seed ... 

 

Modifié par LadyAly, 03 octobre 2010 - 04:07 .

[Zeleen]

*thumbs**  can't wait to see what Morrigan says

Modifié par Zeleen, 04 octobre 2010 - 03:25 .

[LadyAly]

 Let's say the same girl talk as always - Morrigan complains over Alistair and that you shouldn't never fall in love, cause you give yourself away , NaChaya is ranting about Wynne -  and gives a damn about the meanings about Zev  

[Zeleen]

[Gilgamesh1138]

WOOT to the girl talk! Oh dear, with Morrigan, eep! And it always breaks my heart how badly Leli takes it afterward. Great job my friend!

[LadyAly]

yeah - true, Leliana is a very softy thing in this case
And about Morri - well - both are bit.ches *rofl* 
Works fine

Modifié par LadyAly, 06 octobre 2010 - 04:17 .

[LadyAly]

 (( OOC: the next chapter - maybe some more - I will write as Zevran. I hope it is still enjoyable for you all my readers. I'm a bit sick atm so the chapter today is  a short one - let say a prologue to the happening which follow soon. ))

**Zevran's hidden diary**

She is so breakable and tough as the hardest nails, too. I wonder what I see in her -
This book I found - should I give it to her now - or after we have the dalish tribe as allies ?

Questions after questions my dear Zevran.

I was tempted to kill her in the beginning some times, but she gave me simple her trust AND let me feel and know she will be prepared if I make a wrong move. My wicked thoughts to see her body - and now I can't get enough of her creamy, soft skin. She gives me something I can't give a name.

I mean a smart elf would run away from this party with its variety of problems. Run away and keep on going - we had fun.
That's what a smart elf would do.
Then again ...there are times it is more interesting, and certainly more rewarding, just to be dumb.

I had to chuckle and remember how she had made very clear against this old mage Wynne that she isn't willing to let someone interfere in her private life - oh yes I was eavesdropping.

Also I notice Alistair's staring and gazes sometimes - not sure if she is seeing it aswell. He still loves her, not able to hide that properly. I bet Wynne would be pleased if she was kicking me out of her bed and chose Alistair above this *rubbish talking only pleasure searching* assassin named Zevran.

Still - the main problem is this damn little book I found.
There is a note in which clearly proofs NaChaya's parents where in this dalish camp and her keeper, Zathrian, has scat them like a piece of filth. Her mother - far as I can see it from the notes - was the daughter from another dalish clan keeper. A high Shamane or sort of ...
And she dared to run away with a shem, an apostate ? For sure one of a despicable failure a dalish can't forgive. Still they begged for shelter and supplies, he denied as they would be mangy dogs. Not even the little girl could warm his heart.
By the crow - how will she react if she is reading this - ???

I guess I keep it secretly until we have met the clan.

Ah - mia loca is waving - no problem my dear mage, Zevran is ready to enter your bed again ...

Modifié par LadyAly, 10 octobre 2010 - 10:55 .

[Zeleen]

what a nice perspective... It's seeing Na Chaya through Zev's eyes... Love it!

[Lynn01]

Good riddance of Marjolaine indeed Also, lol at the Zevran > Alistair talk!

Oh and Zev's diary! I wonder indeed how she'll take it. Especially after keeping it for a while doubting when would be the best time to give.



Great again LadyAly!

[LadyAly]

thank you so much you both !

[LadyAly]

Finally we reached the Brecilian Forest. I couldn't get rid off the thought that Zevran was something hiding, so my gaze was wandering thoughtfully sometimes to his back since he was leading us to the Dalish.

Suddenly some Dalish come out of nowhere and stopped us. Some of the guardians I was reckon for myself, and she wasn't looking very pleased about our coming.



Harsh, but still with the melodious voice of elf's own, she started to speak - the bow halfway in our direction.
*Stop right there, outsider. The Dalish have camped in this spot. I suggest you go elsewhere, and quickly.*

I couldn't hide a small smile *This is how you greet travelers?*

Her eyes narrowed she continued to speak harsh, determined and - threatening.
*This is no stop on a traveler's journey. We have neither an inn for you to rest in nor bread to share. I suggest you move on.*

*Actually, I've been looking for the Dalish*  Crossing my arms over my breasts my voice was very calm to give her no reason to fire a shot at me.

*I find that hard to believe. What business could we Dalish possibly have with a group like yours?*

*I will tell that to your leader - and no one else.*

Her gaze was wandering over us all, thoughtfully, mistrustful.
*Seeing as you are obviously no simple trespasser I will leave it to the keeper to decide the importance of your business.
In the camp, I suggest you keep your hands to yourself and remember that our arrows are still trained on you. Follow me.*
She turned with a scanty gesture.

Morrigan lifted a brow and shrugged as we came deeper into the forest and the camp of the Dalish. 

The leader was standing beside a wagon and another young elfin with a beautiful face. 
He furrowed his brows, looking at the guard.
*Hmm - I see we have guests. Who are these strangers, Mithra? I have precious little patience and less time to spend on outsiders today.*

The one called Mithra lowered her gaze to the ground, her voice low and full of respect *I understand, but this one claims to have important business with our people.*

He turned now fully towards me and his gaze was resting on my tattoo, piercing. *I see. Tell me, stranger, what business could you possibly have with us? We have our own issues we must deal with, as you can see.*



I gave him a calm smile *I come representing the Grey Wardens.*

Again he furrowed his brows gesturing towards Mithra *You might have simply said so to begin with. Ma serannas, Mithra, you may return to your post.*
Mithra bowed shortly before him *Ma nuvenin, Keeper*

Again his gaze was wandering over my face, studying.
*Now, allow me to introduce myself. I am Zathrian, the keeper of this clan, its guide, and presever of our ancient lore. And you are?*

*You may call me NaChaya Keeper Zathrian* I dipped my head.

*If you come to bring news of the Blight in the south, it is not needed. I had already sensed its corruption. I would have taken the clan north by now, had we the ability to move. Sadly as you can see, we do not.*

Alistair cleared his throat *Yes, it seems like you have had your own troubles. What are the odds?*

Zathrian frowned *I imagine you are here regarding the treaty we signed centuries ago. Unfortunately, we may not be able to live up to the promise we made.* He turned with a gesture to follow him.
*This will require some ... explanation. Please follow me.*
We heard the moans and silent cries before we reached this part of the camp - a lot of wounded dalish we saw, shaking and begging for aid and dead.
*The clan came to the Brecilian Forest one month ago, as is our custom when we enter this part of Ferelden. We are always wary of dangers in the forest, but we did not expect the werewolves would be lying in wait for us.
They ... ambushed us, and though we drove the beasts back, much damage was done. Many of our warriors lie dying as we speak.*

Wynne asked in a low voice *Is there no way to help your men?* 



He sighed deeply and concerned *The affliction is a curse that runs rampant in their blood, bringing great agony and then ultimately either death or transformation into something monstrous* He paused looking again into my face - and I couldn't help - again study my tattoo.
*The only thing that could help them must come from the source of the curse itself, and that ... that would be no trivial task to retrieve.*

My smile was a serious one * I am pretty good at non-trivial tasks *

*Within the Brecialian Forest dwells a great wolf -- we call him Witherfang. It was within him that the curse originated, and through his blood that is has spread. If he is killed and his heart brought to me, perhaps I could destroy the curse, but this task has proven too dangerous for us.* He sighed again *I sent some hunters into the forest a week ago, but they have not returned. I cannot risk anymore of my clan.*

Wrinkling my forehead I was thinking about all he has told me *You said you could "perhaps" destroy the curse?*

He gave me a hesitated nod *There is no guarantee that this will work as I suspect, but it's the only hope we have left.*

*Have you ever considered seeking outside help?* I asked quietly, well aware that the answer will be surely a clear "No".

He lifted both brows *From whom? The children of the stone? The shemlen? Do you truly think they have time to spare for us?*

*I'll find this Witherfang for you.* 



His eyes grow a bit wider *I must warn you that more then werewolves lurk in the Brecilian Forest. It has a history full of carnage and murder, you see. Where there is so much death, the Veil separating the spirit realm from our own becomes thin, allowing spirits to possess things living or dead.*

Just tell me news Keeper I thought for myself with pursed lips, listening to him.

*But if you can indeed help .. then I wish you luck. I suggest you see Master Varathorn. I will instruct him to put aside some supplies for you, the kind that the hunters use. - - For now I must return to caring for my people. You can camp nearby and Creator's speed on your way.*

We bowed both before each other, then he left us.

It was pretty late, near midnight, so we made our campfire. We all sat there speaking about the Dalish, their problem and what we would need for the expedition into the forest.
Strangely Zevran was very quiet - in fact he hasn't said anything yet.
Before I could speak to him he vanished with a low smile and  swift wave into the darkness - I suppose he was about to scout around a bit.
 

Modifié par LadyAly, 17 octobre 2010 - 02:43 .

[Gilgamesh1138]

OMG!! I love the diary so very much! Nice perspective from Zev. And I can't wait to see how she takes it. WOOT to another chapter!

[Lynn01]

OOoooeeh very nice chapter again! Don't let it linger Zev, don't!!! :-)