Oh westie! It is just Fantastic as usual! : D
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Posté 02 mai 2010 - 09:37
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Gilgamesh1138 wrote...
Oh westie! It is just Fantastic as usual! : D
Thanks Gil!
I suspect the final chapter in this case will be a crossover, slightly differant style but it should work out cool
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Posté 02 mai 2010 - 09:42
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Well, with you writing it, I am sure it will be. 
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Posté 03 mai 2010 - 08:21
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West I'm documenting this case in the awesome files. (oh god my comment is corny, please forgive me)
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Posté 03 mai 2010 - 08:28
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ROFL I love that comment! The Awesome Files! WOOT!
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lol i just had the image in my head of smoking man from the X-files confiscating a box of files marked "Awesome" hehe
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Demon Alley part 5
Denerim Palace, Morning of the Eclipse:
Queen Fiona Cousland watched as the edges of the sun began to dim, enveloped by the blackness of the moon, it was admittedly a strange time to be holding a feast in her husbands honour but then theirs was not a typical marriage in any sense of the word.
Something seemed off as she strolled through the palace halls, a tense air filled the palace and the sudden appearance of a detachment of templar’s did not help the mood, the templar were not there by coincidence Fiona knew that much.
As she entered the royal apartments the feeling of tension did not abate, something was off and she knew it, Alistair seemed troubled and distant, a rare occurrence for the usually jovial king. She decided she would have to ask him what was disturbing his mood; she had been a warrior and a monarch long enough to know when something was amiss.
“You haven’t been this quiet in a long time, don’t tell me rabbit has been chewing your boots again” Fiona said trying to force a smile from Alistair’s dour face
“If only it was that cheeky hound” Alistair replied staring up with an unsettled look
“Listen husband, I have seen the templar’s around the palace, I’m no fool what is happening?” Fiona asked in a gentle voice
“An abomination has been discovered, the templar suspect he will try to use blood magic in the palace during the eclipse” Alistair said his face grim
“Is that all? Alistair, together we have prevailed against just about every evil this world has to offer, and yet one little abomination has you this moody?” Fiona said trying to elicit a smile
“Well I just wish we didn’t have to deal with this on the night of the party, abominations make terrible guests” Alistair said suddenly forcing a grin
“Come then my love, we mustn’t be poor hosts, besides this makes a pleasant change from sycophantic courtiers” Fiona said offering her hand to Alistair
Outside the darkness continued its inexorable march across the sun, like tar covering flesh; it seemed it would be an eventful banquet.
Later, Denerim palace Cellars
“Erian what exactly are we doing in this cellar?” castor asks as he holds the burning torch high so we can see
“These cellars lead to an old section of tevinter era tunnels, anything tries to come through we sound the alarm” I
reply staring into the blackness of the tunnel entrance for a moment
“So what about Eryhn and Caleb? Where are they while we play the role of the good elf servants” Castor asks slightly irritated
“Caleb is in the tower, something about needing a high vantage point to work the spell, Eryhn is in the hall with the rest of the templar, anything happens in there she’ll be ready for it” I say pulling my cloak about me to ward of
the chill
Suddenly a noise fills the darkness, whispers, like a thousand voices speaking at once
“Did you hear that?” Castor says drawing his sword jumpily
“Yes and I wish I hadn’t” I say drawing my own blade
A shriek fills the ballroom above, and we hear the alarm go up across the palace
“Oh Maker it’s here!” Castor says terrified
“Pull yourself together lad! We have a job to do, now come on that noise was coming from the ballroom and this
cellar is giving me the creeps” I say grabbing Castor
We run up the dusty steps into the hallway above, shutting the old twin oak doors behind us, evil has come to the
palace, I stare out a window for a few moments, the sky outside has gone totally dark.
The Ballroom
Ser Eryhn stood watching the banquet dance unfold; every major noble in ferelden must have been present and the king and queen led the dance from the centre. Eryhn was tense, she knew the demon would try to strike at any moment and worse still he would likely have puppets in the crowd that would make it difficult to reach the King and Queen in time if something went wrong.
Queen Fiona was wearing a long red gown, the sort that seemed a little too long for a ferelden woman to be wearing, she seemed completely oblivious to the danger, Eryhn found it hard to imagine this was the legendary woman who had slain the Arch-demon.
Something caught Eryhn’s eye, a glint of something silver, a knife drawn in the crowd that glittered with the reflected torchlight, a killer was in the crowd. Eryhn attempted to push through the crowds as the knife wielding figure, a man dressed in nobleman’s clothes drew towards the dancing couple, and a shriek erupted as someone spotted the knife.
The crowd scattered in a chaotic flurry as the attacker charged at the royal couple his knife drawn, in the commotion Eryhn struggled to move forward
“The sacrifice shall be made!” the assailant roared as he reached his target, the king and Queen seemed unarmed and vulnerable
“Not this day!” Fiona said tearing the dress free, Eryhn suddenly realised the reason for the ridiculous gown, armour and her two handed blade had been concealed underneath, the queen had known
Fiona drew her blade and swung low, the wide cutting arc sliced across the attackers belly and he fell back dead,
Fiona called to Eryhn
“More of them, get the king to safety, the main apartments past the courtyard, go!” she said as Eryhn grabbed King Alistair and led him from the chaos in the hall
Fiona turned to see two of Eryhn's elven retinue rush into the hall, more of the attackers streamed in their knives drawn, and a sudden crashing sound filled the halls followed by the sound of dark whispers. Something was coming.
End of part 1
Authors note: once i had decided to set the end chapters in the palace it was almost a given i include Fiona and Alistair in the story, Fiona was My first character and the one i have to most affection for, so much so that the majority of my fanfics take place in the FionaVerse. At any rate it was fun adding them. Hope you enjoyed the first half
Denerim Palace, Morning of the Eclipse:
Queen Fiona Cousland watched as the edges of the sun began to dim, enveloped by the blackness of the moon, it was admittedly a strange time to be holding a feast in her husbands honour but then theirs was not a typical marriage in any sense of the word.
Something seemed off as she strolled through the palace halls, a tense air filled the palace and the sudden appearance of a detachment of templar’s did not help the mood, the templar were not there by coincidence Fiona knew that much.
As she entered the royal apartments the feeling of tension did not abate, something was off and she knew it, Alistair seemed troubled and distant, a rare occurrence for the usually jovial king. She decided she would have to ask him what was disturbing his mood; she had been a warrior and a monarch long enough to know when something was amiss.
“You haven’t been this quiet in a long time, don’t tell me rabbit has been chewing your boots again” Fiona said trying to force a smile from Alistair’s dour face
“If only it was that cheeky hound” Alistair replied staring up with an unsettled look
“Listen husband, I have seen the templar’s around the palace, I’m no fool what is happening?” Fiona asked in a gentle voice
“An abomination has been discovered, the templar suspect he will try to use blood magic in the palace during the eclipse” Alistair said his face grim
“Is that all? Alistair, together we have prevailed against just about every evil this world has to offer, and yet one little abomination has you this moody?” Fiona said trying to elicit a smile
“Well I just wish we didn’t have to deal with this on the night of the party, abominations make terrible guests” Alistair said suddenly forcing a grin
“Come then my love, we mustn’t be poor hosts, besides this makes a pleasant change from sycophantic courtiers” Fiona said offering her hand to Alistair
Outside the darkness continued its inexorable march across the sun, like tar covering flesh; it seemed it would be an eventful banquet.
Later, Denerim palace Cellars
“Erian what exactly are we doing in this cellar?” castor asks as he holds the burning torch high so we can see
“These cellars lead to an old section of tevinter era tunnels, anything tries to come through we sound the alarm” I
reply staring into the blackness of the tunnel entrance for a moment
“So what about Eryhn and Caleb? Where are they while we play the role of the good elf servants” Castor asks slightly irritated
“Caleb is in the tower, something about needing a high vantage point to work the spell, Eryhn is in the hall with the rest of the templar, anything happens in there she’ll be ready for it” I say pulling my cloak about me to ward of
the chill
Suddenly a noise fills the darkness, whispers, like a thousand voices speaking at once
“Did you hear that?” Castor says drawing his sword jumpily
“Yes and I wish I hadn’t” I say drawing my own blade
A shriek fills the ballroom above, and we hear the alarm go up across the palace
“Oh Maker it’s here!” Castor says terrified
“Pull yourself together lad! We have a job to do, now come on that noise was coming from the ballroom and this
cellar is giving me the creeps” I say grabbing Castor
We run up the dusty steps into the hallway above, shutting the old twin oak doors behind us, evil has come to the
palace, I stare out a window for a few moments, the sky outside has gone totally dark.
The Ballroom
Ser Eryhn stood watching the banquet dance unfold; every major noble in ferelden must have been present and the king and queen led the dance from the centre. Eryhn was tense, she knew the demon would try to strike at any moment and worse still he would likely have puppets in the crowd that would make it difficult to reach the King and Queen in time if something went wrong.
Queen Fiona was wearing a long red gown, the sort that seemed a little too long for a ferelden woman to be wearing, she seemed completely oblivious to the danger, Eryhn found it hard to imagine this was the legendary woman who had slain the Arch-demon.
Something caught Eryhn’s eye, a glint of something silver, a knife drawn in the crowd that glittered with the reflected torchlight, a killer was in the crowd. Eryhn attempted to push through the crowds as the knife wielding figure, a man dressed in nobleman’s clothes drew towards the dancing couple, and a shriek erupted as someone spotted the knife.
The crowd scattered in a chaotic flurry as the attacker charged at the royal couple his knife drawn, in the commotion Eryhn struggled to move forward
“The sacrifice shall be made!” the assailant roared as he reached his target, the king and Queen seemed unarmed and vulnerable
“Not this day!” Fiona said tearing the dress free, Eryhn suddenly realised the reason for the ridiculous gown, armour and her two handed blade had been concealed underneath, the queen had known
Fiona drew her blade and swung low, the wide cutting arc sliced across the attackers belly and he fell back dead,
Fiona called to Eryhn
“More of them, get the king to safety, the main apartments past the courtyard, go!” she said as Eryhn grabbed King Alistair and led him from the chaos in the hall
Fiona turned to see two of Eryhn's elven retinue rush into the hall, more of the attackers streamed in their knives drawn, and a sudden crashing sound filled the halls followed by the sound of dark whispers. Something was coming.
End of part 1
Authors note: once i had decided to set the end chapters in the palace it was almost a given i include Fiona and Alistair in the story, Fiona was My first character and the one i have to most affection for, so much so that the majority of my fanfics take place in the FionaVerse. At any rate it was fun adding them. Hope you enjoyed the first half
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Posté 03 mai 2010 - 04:16
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Ah westie more spoiling for me! Sweetie you rock my world! I love Fiona and Ali as you write them. Go Fiona! : D
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Fiona's hardcore and so was that chapter, I give you the Slim stamp of approval. (As if you already didn't have it)
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Demon Alley Part 5
Terror fills me as we run towards the queen, behind us the shadows are enveloping the ballroom and snuffing out the torches; the beast is approaching its arrival heralded by the sound of shuffling feet and ghostly whispers. The templar’s attempt to form a rough line around the queen as we arrive, the puppets on the other end of the room stand like statues, waiting for their master
“They’re just standing there, why they aren’t attacking!” One templar blurts out fearfully
“Maker protect us!” another whispers fearfully
“Pull yourself together! You’re supposed to be the maker’s sword not frightened children!” The queen says admonishing the assembled men, eyes still gaze from their visors terrified by the shadows, but the queen’s words work and no more words are spoken and backs straighten
The whispers stopped as the last torches go out, the queen’s blade burns brightly with runic fire lighting the darkened space we occupy, and we wait the only sound in the room heavy breathing. Then shadow moves into the room, the puppets start to howl and collapse their bodies bleeding
“Useless things! I shall have to gut this king myself, pity, still you shall make a pleasant snack” The creature
says letting out a sickening laugh that chills my very soul
One templar lets out a cry and breaks the line charging at the creature, he raises his sword to strike but the abomination simply grasps his neck and snaps it like a twig, he throws the carcass aside with the casual action of a man casting a bone aside at a fest
“These are your best? You mortals are so fragile; I am surprised you have survived this long” the beast says taunting us from the shadows
“We need to get outside where the ground is open, everyone to the courtyard!” Fiona yells, the men do not need any prompting and begin rushing for the outside
At first I wonder if the queen has lost her nerve and is commanding us to flee, but then I see the courtyard in the distance and realise her plan. The royal apartments and the ballroom are separated by a large courtyard, and above the apartments is a tower, and a certain mage is keeping watch from there, the queen is luring the beast into a trap.
As we run the shadows envelope the room behind us, I turn my head to see some templar trip up on their impractical skirts, they raise a their hands pleading for aid, then the darkness covers them and I hear screams more horrific then any I have ever heard before. I grab castor and run.
“Come on lad this ballroom is a slaughterhouse” I say as we run for the courtyard
“Oh maker Erian its pitch black out there, we are dead men!!!” castor shouts as we reach the door
The old oak door is nearly smashed off its hinges by our frantic group as we spill into the courtyard and rush for the other side, the shadows follow soon after and I look back briefly to see a not too distant figure. The abomination does not run as much as bound after us on Morwyn’s twisted limbs, and its shadowy form causes me to run even faster.
As we reach the other end of the courtyard the creature crashes through the ballroom doors, the shadowy figure glaring at us from the ballroom entrance
“Now!” Fiona yells raising her hand
A sudden flash fills the air blinding all of us; I look up to see a great silver bar of light filling the sky above us. They called it the morning grace, and it banishes the darkness around us and reveals the beast’s corrupt form. I stare at the monster in disgust, its presence has twisted the former mages body into a hunched backed monstrosity, two bloodshot human eyes stare at us from a head that was once human, and they are filled with hate and pain.
“Ah the magister’s star, I had not thought it in your possession mortal queen, it seems I must kill you all with my talons instead” the beast hisses
A bolt flies past my head and smashes into the monsters leg, I look behind me and see Ser Eryhn reloading a crossbow
“Now men! While its magic’s are useless! Cut that thing down!” Fiona roars charging forward, we follow behind heartened by the light above us
We attack the beast as one, hacking at its form with swords and axes and anything else at hand, the beast slashes at men with its rake like talons and cleaves through the armour of more than a few of the templar’s
“Enough! Time to cast of this fleshy shell, I show you why you cower beneath covers at night” the abomination hisses
The beast begins to glow and as he transforms he tears Morwyn’s twisted body to pieces, the glowing form rises and sends us flying back as it changes. As we are knocked against the walls of the courtyard I stare up, into the face of a fully formed pride demon.
Ser Eryhn drops the crossbow and draws her sword “maker guide my hand!” she cries and charges at the beast, time seems to slow as she charges towards it
The beast grabs Eryhn lifting her towards its face with mocking laughter “these mortals have teeth” he growls
Eryhn does not wait for the beast to finish and drives her blade into the creature’s eye, looks like the beast assumed she would be paralysed by fear, looks like it was wrong.
The beast clutches at its eye and howls in pain, with its other hand it throws Ser Eryhn aside, she smashes into a wall and lies unmoving.
The beast lashes out with one of its gigantic arms and cuts through building and man alike, one blow sends Castor crashing to the ground
“That does it! Creators I must be crazy for trying this” I grumble as I rush towards the beast my blade shining, I dive to the ground at the last minute and drive my sword into the beasts leg, I twisted the blade free and bury it to the hilt with another thrust
The demon flails with its arms and smashes into the tower, the stone shatters and begins to fall sending Caleb crashing to the ground, I pull my blade free and begin to climb the beasts body with my sword and boot knife acting as climbing aids, the beast tries to swipe me from its back but I am too small a target for it to easily catch. Climbing onto its back I drive my blades into the beast’s chitin like neck
“This one’s for Eryhn you bastard!!” I roar plunging the sword deep into the monsters neck
“And this one’s for Caleb!” I say pulling the blade free and stabbing again
“And this one’s for ruining a good party!” I say driving both my blades into its neck
The beast howls and swipes at its neck, it knocks me from its back and I fall, the last thing I see before I black out
is the stone pavement rising to greet me.
Fiona stared at the devastation around her, the towers collapse had killed the mage inside and the floor was strewn with rubble and bodies. The beast flailed around in pain nearby, the wounds Ser Eryhn and her retinue had inflicted distracting the beast momentarily.
Fiona looked around, she needed a means to level the playing field against this creature, and then she saw Ser Eryhns crossbow still loaded. Fiona grabbed the crossbow and tore the Griffon winged helmet from her head, her aim needed to be true
“You missed one!” she yelled getting the beast attention, she raised her crossbow and pointed at the creatures remaining eye
“But I won’t!” she squeezed the trigger and the bolt flew from the weapon, screeching as it rose towards the demon, it hit the beasts other eye sending a spray of blood oozing down the creatures face
“You have killed my subjects, invaded my city! And defiled my home! Its time I gave you something to fear demon!”
Fiona said drawing her two handed sword
She charged forward and slashed at the beast’s leg, the arcane powers contained in the blade burning through the creature’s limb and bringing it crashing to the ground, Fiona moved forward as the beast kneeled on its crippled leg and sliced across its chest with a roar, the Demon fell back and smashed into the courtyard
“This ends here Demon!” she growled and leapt onto the beasts chest
She moved onto the creatures head and raised her blade ready to deliver the killing blow
“I have watched empires rise and fall, I have whispered in the ears of mage and king alike, this shall never be over!” The beast hissed through battered lips
“One thing I hate about demons, you talk too much!” Fiona yelled bringing the blade down on the beasts head and skewering it, the beast’s body began to glow and smoke.
A massive explosion tore through the courtyard as the beast’s physical body disintegrated in a shower of arcane fire, Fiona was sent crashing into a nearby pillar her armour barely shielding her from the impact.
“Maker! Haven’t been knocked over that badly since the arch-demon” Fiona cursed as she rose to her feet on
shaky legs
She looked at the spot where the demon had been, a vast black mark had burned into the white tiles of the courtyard. All around her the dead, unconscious and wounded lay. The door to the royal apartments flew open and King Alistair stepped into the chaos filled yard
“It’s over then?” he asked
“The beast is gone” Fiona replied reaching for her sword and sheaving it
“And the detachment? Any survivors?” Alistair asked in a concerned voice
“Almost all the templar were killed in the fight, Enchanter Caleb died when the beast smashed through the tower and as for Ser Eryhn and her retinue I don’t know yet” Fiona replied scanning the chaos with her eyes
“She’ll live” the elf investigator grunted, Fiona met his gaze with a smile, the elf had bought her valuable time with
his bravery as had Ser Eryhn
“Maker I would not want to be the bloke cleaning this mess up!” another younger elf quipped staggering to the older ones side
“You fought bravely against that horror friend, might I know your name?” Fiona asked with a smile
“Erian your majesty Erian Tor” he replied
Fiona grinned “I’ll remember that name”
The courtyard soon filled with royal bodyguards and Fiona called for healers, the fight was over.
The throne room seems a strange and alien place to someone like me, a lowly elf from the alienage here to receive royal honours; these are interesting times to be sure. Of the detachment of thirty templar that was sent to defend the palace barely a dozen survived.
Enchanter Caleb was killed instantly when the beast destroyed the tower, I hear that he will be buried with full honours and a wing of the expanded circle tower will be named after him. Thankfully the wounds that Ser Eryhn suffered did not prove fatal due to the timely arrival of a kindly old mage with white hair and a grandmotherly smile.
And so all the survivors are to be decorated by the king and queen in an official ceremony, I just hope they don’t play those accursed trumpets, the wound i took to the head is sore enough as it is. Castor and Eryhn are at my side as we are called to the Kings throne
“Ser Eryhn for leading the hunt for this beast I am pleased to inform you of your promotion to knight-Vigilant by order of the Grand Cleric” cheers fill the hall as a medal is placed around her neck
“Castor Maerin for bravely standing against the Demon we award you a royal commendation for courage” King Alistair says placing a medal on Castor’s neck
“And Erian Tor, for your brave attack on the demon which brought my wife the time she needed to slay it, I hereby knight you and am pleased to issue a proclamation making your position in the City Guard official” he says with a smile
“Take a knee my friend” he says drawing the blade of king Maric
“Erian Tor loyal servant to the crown of Ferelden i hereby raise you to the rank of knight and welcome you into the nobility of Ferelden, may you continue to serve the land with pride” he says tapping both shoulders with the blade
An Alienage elf made a knight! I knew these new royals were different but it is only now it becomes clear how much different. And so it seems the nightmare is over, the ceremony continues for a few hours as the nobles mingle and exchange pleasantries, but as I head to the guest chambers prepared for me I find myself not alone
“Ser Eryhn? What are you doing in here? Shouldn’t you be enjoying the celebrations?” I ask curious about her presence
She stares up with her beautiful blue eyes and raises a bottle of old looking wine “I figured we could have a celebration of our own” she says in a silken voice
“I thought templar’s took vows of celibacy?” I ask as I sit next to her on the bed
“Erian we just dealt with a Pride demon! I think the maker will let us off this time” she says smiling
She moves closer to me “hmmm might be difficult to take off this armour, I’m more used to bodices then plate” I say grinning
“Somehow I think you’ll manage” she smiles
“Im heading back to the towers tomorrow, so I don’t think we’ll see each other again” she says suddenly sad
“You were a great help” she says looking into my eyes
“Then let’s make this a night to remember” I say blowing out the candles
The funny thing is she was right; I did manage the straps, with ease in fact, looks like the creators were feeling kind.
The end
Authors note: Hope you enjoyed this case the next one will probably still be dark, maybe because erian is now known to the royal family ill make it a political crime. The possibilities are limitless
Terror fills me as we run towards the queen, behind us the shadows are enveloping the ballroom and snuffing out the torches; the beast is approaching its arrival heralded by the sound of shuffling feet and ghostly whispers. The templar’s attempt to form a rough line around the queen as we arrive, the puppets on the other end of the room stand like statues, waiting for their master
“They’re just standing there, why they aren’t attacking!” One templar blurts out fearfully
“Maker protect us!” another whispers fearfully
“Pull yourself together! You’re supposed to be the maker’s sword not frightened children!” The queen says admonishing the assembled men, eyes still gaze from their visors terrified by the shadows, but the queen’s words work and no more words are spoken and backs straighten
The whispers stopped as the last torches go out, the queen’s blade burns brightly with runic fire lighting the darkened space we occupy, and we wait the only sound in the room heavy breathing. Then shadow moves into the room, the puppets start to howl and collapse their bodies bleeding
“Useless things! I shall have to gut this king myself, pity, still you shall make a pleasant snack” The creature
says letting out a sickening laugh that chills my very soul
One templar lets out a cry and breaks the line charging at the creature, he raises his sword to strike but the abomination simply grasps his neck and snaps it like a twig, he throws the carcass aside with the casual action of a man casting a bone aside at a fest
“These are your best? You mortals are so fragile; I am surprised you have survived this long” the beast says taunting us from the shadows
“We need to get outside where the ground is open, everyone to the courtyard!” Fiona yells, the men do not need any prompting and begin rushing for the outside
At first I wonder if the queen has lost her nerve and is commanding us to flee, but then I see the courtyard in the distance and realise her plan. The royal apartments and the ballroom are separated by a large courtyard, and above the apartments is a tower, and a certain mage is keeping watch from there, the queen is luring the beast into a trap.
As we run the shadows envelope the room behind us, I turn my head to see some templar trip up on their impractical skirts, they raise a their hands pleading for aid, then the darkness covers them and I hear screams more horrific then any I have ever heard before. I grab castor and run.
“Come on lad this ballroom is a slaughterhouse” I say as we run for the courtyard
“Oh maker Erian its pitch black out there, we are dead men!!!” castor shouts as we reach the door
The old oak door is nearly smashed off its hinges by our frantic group as we spill into the courtyard and rush for the other side, the shadows follow soon after and I look back briefly to see a not too distant figure. The abomination does not run as much as bound after us on Morwyn’s twisted limbs, and its shadowy form causes me to run even faster.
As we reach the other end of the courtyard the creature crashes through the ballroom doors, the shadowy figure glaring at us from the ballroom entrance
“Now!” Fiona yells raising her hand
A sudden flash fills the air blinding all of us; I look up to see a great silver bar of light filling the sky above us. They called it the morning grace, and it banishes the darkness around us and reveals the beast’s corrupt form. I stare at the monster in disgust, its presence has twisted the former mages body into a hunched backed monstrosity, two bloodshot human eyes stare at us from a head that was once human, and they are filled with hate and pain.
“Ah the magister’s star, I had not thought it in your possession mortal queen, it seems I must kill you all with my talons instead” the beast hisses
A bolt flies past my head and smashes into the monsters leg, I look behind me and see Ser Eryhn reloading a crossbow
“Now men! While its magic’s are useless! Cut that thing down!” Fiona roars charging forward, we follow behind heartened by the light above us
We attack the beast as one, hacking at its form with swords and axes and anything else at hand, the beast slashes at men with its rake like talons and cleaves through the armour of more than a few of the templar’s
“Enough! Time to cast of this fleshy shell, I show you why you cower beneath covers at night” the abomination hisses
The beast begins to glow and as he transforms he tears Morwyn’s twisted body to pieces, the glowing form rises and sends us flying back as it changes. As we are knocked against the walls of the courtyard I stare up, into the face of a fully formed pride demon.
Ser Eryhn drops the crossbow and draws her sword “maker guide my hand!” she cries and charges at the beast, time seems to slow as she charges towards it
The beast grabs Eryhn lifting her towards its face with mocking laughter “these mortals have teeth” he growls
Eryhn does not wait for the beast to finish and drives her blade into the creature’s eye, looks like the beast assumed she would be paralysed by fear, looks like it was wrong.
The beast clutches at its eye and howls in pain, with its other hand it throws Ser Eryhn aside, she smashes into a wall and lies unmoving.
The beast lashes out with one of its gigantic arms and cuts through building and man alike, one blow sends Castor crashing to the ground
“That does it! Creators I must be crazy for trying this” I grumble as I rush towards the beast my blade shining, I dive to the ground at the last minute and drive my sword into the beasts leg, I twisted the blade free and bury it to the hilt with another thrust
The demon flails with its arms and smashes into the tower, the stone shatters and begins to fall sending Caleb crashing to the ground, I pull my blade free and begin to climb the beasts body with my sword and boot knife acting as climbing aids, the beast tries to swipe me from its back but I am too small a target for it to easily catch. Climbing onto its back I drive my blades into the beast’s chitin like neck
“This one’s for Eryhn you bastard!!” I roar plunging the sword deep into the monsters neck
“And this one’s for Caleb!” I say pulling the blade free and stabbing again
“And this one’s for ruining a good party!” I say driving both my blades into its neck
The beast howls and swipes at its neck, it knocks me from its back and I fall, the last thing I see before I black out
is the stone pavement rising to greet me.
Fiona stared at the devastation around her, the towers collapse had killed the mage inside and the floor was strewn with rubble and bodies. The beast flailed around in pain nearby, the wounds Ser Eryhn and her retinue had inflicted distracting the beast momentarily.
Fiona looked around, she needed a means to level the playing field against this creature, and then she saw Ser Eryhns crossbow still loaded. Fiona grabbed the crossbow and tore the Griffon winged helmet from her head, her aim needed to be true
“You missed one!” she yelled getting the beast attention, she raised her crossbow and pointed at the creatures remaining eye
“But I won’t!” she squeezed the trigger and the bolt flew from the weapon, screeching as it rose towards the demon, it hit the beasts other eye sending a spray of blood oozing down the creatures face
“You have killed my subjects, invaded my city! And defiled my home! Its time I gave you something to fear demon!”
Fiona said drawing her two handed sword
She charged forward and slashed at the beast’s leg, the arcane powers contained in the blade burning through the creature’s limb and bringing it crashing to the ground, Fiona moved forward as the beast kneeled on its crippled leg and sliced across its chest with a roar, the Demon fell back and smashed into the courtyard
“This ends here Demon!” she growled and leapt onto the beasts chest
She moved onto the creatures head and raised her blade ready to deliver the killing blow
“I have watched empires rise and fall, I have whispered in the ears of mage and king alike, this shall never be over!” The beast hissed through battered lips
“One thing I hate about demons, you talk too much!” Fiona yelled bringing the blade down on the beasts head and skewering it, the beast’s body began to glow and smoke.
A massive explosion tore through the courtyard as the beast’s physical body disintegrated in a shower of arcane fire, Fiona was sent crashing into a nearby pillar her armour barely shielding her from the impact.
“Maker! Haven’t been knocked over that badly since the arch-demon” Fiona cursed as she rose to her feet on
shaky legs
She looked at the spot where the demon had been, a vast black mark had burned into the white tiles of the courtyard. All around her the dead, unconscious and wounded lay. The door to the royal apartments flew open and King Alistair stepped into the chaos filled yard
“It’s over then?” he asked
“The beast is gone” Fiona replied reaching for her sword and sheaving it
“And the detachment? Any survivors?” Alistair asked in a concerned voice
“Almost all the templar were killed in the fight, Enchanter Caleb died when the beast smashed through the tower and as for Ser Eryhn and her retinue I don’t know yet” Fiona replied scanning the chaos with her eyes
“She’ll live” the elf investigator grunted, Fiona met his gaze with a smile, the elf had bought her valuable time with
his bravery as had Ser Eryhn
“Maker I would not want to be the bloke cleaning this mess up!” another younger elf quipped staggering to the older ones side
“You fought bravely against that horror friend, might I know your name?” Fiona asked with a smile
“Erian your majesty Erian Tor” he replied
Fiona grinned “I’ll remember that name”
The courtyard soon filled with royal bodyguards and Fiona called for healers, the fight was over.
The throne room seems a strange and alien place to someone like me, a lowly elf from the alienage here to receive royal honours; these are interesting times to be sure. Of the detachment of thirty templar that was sent to defend the palace barely a dozen survived.
Enchanter Caleb was killed instantly when the beast destroyed the tower, I hear that he will be buried with full honours and a wing of the expanded circle tower will be named after him. Thankfully the wounds that Ser Eryhn suffered did not prove fatal due to the timely arrival of a kindly old mage with white hair and a grandmotherly smile.
And so all the survivors are to be decorated by the king and queen in an official ceremony, I just hope they don’t play those accursed trumpets, the wound i took to the head is sore enough as it is. Castor and Eryhn are at my side as we are called to the Kings throne
“Ser Eryhn for leading the hunt for this beast I am pleased to inform you of your promotion to knight-Vigilant by order of the Grand Cleric” cheers fill the hall as a medal is placed around her neck
“Castor Maerin for bravely standing against the Demon we award you a royal commendation for courage” King Alistair says placing a medal on Castor’s neck
“And Erian Tor, for your brave attack on the demon which brought my wife the time she needed to slay it, I hereby knight you and am pleased to issue a proclamation making your position in the City Guard official” he says with a smile
“Take a knee my friend” he says drawing the blade of king Maric
“Erian Tor loyal servant to the crown of Ferelden i hereby raise you to the rank of knight and welcome you into the nobility of Ferelden, may you continue to serve the land with pride” he says tapping both shoulders with the blade
An Alienage elf made a knight! I knew these new royals were different but it is only now it becomes clear how much different. And so it seems the nightmare is over, the ceremony continues for a few hours as the nobles mingle and exchange pleasantries, but as I head to the guest chambers prepared for me I find myself not alone
“Ser Eryhn? What are you doing in here? Shouldn’t you be enjoying the celebrations?” I ask curious about her presence
She stares up with her beautiful blue eyes and raises a bottle of old looking wine “I figured we could have a celebration of our own” she says in a silken voice
“I thought templar’s took vows of celibacy?” I ask as I sit next to her on the bed
“Erian we just dealt with a Pride demon! I think the maker will let us off this time” she says smiling
She moves closer to me “hmmm might be difficult to take off this armour, I’m more used to bodices then plate” I say grinning
“Somehow I think you’ll manage” she smiles
“Im heading back to the towers tomorrow, so I don’t think we’ll see each other again” she says suddenly sad
“You were a great help” she says looking into my eyes
“Then let’s make this a night to remember” I say blowing out the candles
The funny thing is she was right; I did manage the straps, with ease in fact, looks like the creators were feeling kind.
The end
Authors note: Hope you enjoyed this case
the next one will probably still be dark, maybe because erian is now known to the royal family ill make it a political crime. The possibilities are limitless
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limitless possibilities wahoo! I can't wait and that was my favorite case ever, just ever.
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Westie, excellent as usual! I can't wait for the next story. Don't be a tease! : D *HUGS*
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The Greyson Scandal part 1
Derrian’s bar, the alienage’s own tavern, the ale is plentiful and the music improvised, perfect place to celebrate our good fortune
“So the king makes Erian a knight there and then! In the bloody royal palace!” Castor declares in a loud and slightly tipsy voice
“I hear King Alistair is gonna make our Hahren a Bann soon, plus he’s already on the council! These new royals are something, hey maybe next they’ll give every elf a horse” Derrian mutters with a chuckle
I sip the bitter ale in my mug, this stuff is the hard kind of ale, brewed in basements across the city, maybe Derrian will actually buy some safe drinking ale soon, stranger things have happened. The music coming from the stage, the one we call the Nemera stand, is alienage made old elven songs with a new city spin on them, and id have time to enjoy them were it not for the Guard constantly calling for my help
“Ser Erian! The sergeant on the docks sent me!” the near out of breath messenger says between breaths, I’m starting to wonder where the Guard gets its recruits from
“What is it?” I ask grumpily, knowing almost on instinct that my next case has arrived
“Some Orlesian fella got fished out of the amaranthine! Was dressed like a bloody prince!” the messenger says in an excited voice
“Pfft aren’t most of those painted degenerates dressed like fops anyway” Castor mutters causing the whole t
tavern to laugh
“The sergeant sent word to the captain that you’d need to see this, he didn’t give me any more details just said to come get you” the messenger says, no doubt nervous to be in a tavern full of elves
“Alright lad I’m coming, oh and Mr. painted degenerates here can stay and sleep off his soon to be dragon sized hangover” I say rising to my feet
“Okay Erian go be the hero, I’ll stay and err...hic...watch the fort” Castor mutters drunkenly
As we leave I hear a crash, no doubt castor falling from his chair, always said the lad couldn’t take his ale.
Ah the docks, really has been too long since I last visited them, there’s few other places in the city that sum up Denerim quite so well. The ships moored in the harbour come bringing all the wealth of Thedas, and enough sailors to keep prostitution and gambling quite lucrative. Poverty and riches mix in the air like perfume and excrement in a place like Denerim.
The harbour seems quiet tonight, the usual mob of sailors and ****s having vanished or been driven off by the horde of Guardsmen that now fill the otherwise empty Wharves
“Ah well if it isn’t mister high and mighty Ser elf!” Sergeant Mitchell’s grumbles
“Nice to see you two Mitchell, what’s going on?” I ask, gleaning childlike amusement from the way the cold makes my breathe steam
“A ****e storm is what’s bloody going on my son” he replies pointing to the finely dressed corpse behind us walk towards the corpse to take a closer look
The body is that of a tall balding human, he’s dressed in some pretty fine silk clothing, doubtless hes someone important, but he couldn’t be a Ferelden, not even the most foppish local would dress this ostentatiously.
“Who is he?” I ask suddenly curious
“Some highborn Orlesian bastard, Captain said he’d explain himself, my guess it’s someone so important that his untimely death will really rile up our degenerate neighbours next door” he says chuckling
For once Mitchell isn’t too far off the mark, which is almost as frightening as the idea that an Orlesian noble is being fished out of a Denerim river, the consequences for this sort of thing are rarely good for Ferelden, but I still don’t know our victims name and I need context, time to go see the captain.
“You’ve defiantly had chance to renovate the place boss” I say walking in Kylon’s office
“yeah well taking down all the bloody finery in this place makes a lot of difference, my predecessor made this place look like an Orlesian estate!” he replies with a grumble
“Speaking of Orlesians” I say with a raised eyebrow
“Ah yes the one they fished out of the docks, you’re going to love this one” he says with a humourless laugh
“Who is he?” I ask
“One General Manfred De Valois, he was here with the Orlesian delegation for the queen Fiona’s trade summit along with the Nevarrans and at least as many free marchers” he replies
“Ah yes that Summits still ongoing isn’t it, no wonder you didn’t want word getting out” I reply with a grin
“It gets worse actually, the General was the dinner guest of Argus Greyson” he says grimly
“Never heard that name before” I say
“He’s the new Commander of the Grey, he’s also the son of a soldier slain at White river, a battle De Valois earned his spurs fighting in” Kylon says ominously
“Are you telling me our main suspect is the Commander of the Grey?” I ask shocked
“Yes and if this gets out the Orlesians are going to have a Maker sized axe to grind” he replies darkly
Great, as if a dead Orlesian in Denerim wasn’t bad enough (though not unlikely to happen), it happens to be a dead Orlesian who the Commander of the Grey had a history with, sometimes I think the creators do this on purpose.
Authors Note: Hope you enjoyed this first part, im a bit annoyed they blurred out some of the language i mean seriously i can't write **** this is Denerim for Makers sake!!!
, errr 
anyway more to come
Derrian’s bar, the alienage’s own tavern, the ale is plentiful and the music improvised, perfect place to celebrate our good fortune
“So the king makes Erian a knight there and then! In the bloody royal palace!” Castor declares in a loud and slightly tipsy voice
“I hear King Alistair is gonna make our Hahren a Bann soon, plus he’s already on the council! These new royals are something, hey maybe next they’ll give every elf a horse” Derrian mutters with a chuckle
I sip the bitter ale in my mug, this stuff is the hard kind of ale, brewed in basements across the city, maybe Derrian will actually buy some safe drinking ale soon, stranger things have happened. The music coming from the stage, the one we call the Nemera stand, is alienage made old elven songs with a new city spin on them, and id have time to enjoy them were it not for the Guard constantly calling for my help
“Ser Erian! The sergeant on the docks sent me!” the near out of breath messenger says between breaths, I’m starting to wonder where the Guard gets its recruits from
“What is it?” I ask grumpily, knowing almost on instinct that my next case has arrived
“Some Orlesian fella got fished out of the amaranthine! Was dressed like a bloody prince!” the messenger says in an excited voice
“Pfft aren’t most of those painted degenerates dressed like fops anyway” Castor mutters causing the whole t
tavern to laugh
“The sergeant sent word to the captain that you’d need to see this, he didn’t give me any more details just said to come get you” the messenger says, no doubt nervous to be in a tavern full of elves
“Alright lad I’m coming, oh and Mr. painted degenerates here can stay and sleep off his soon to be dragon sized hangover” I say rising to my feet
“Okay Erian go be the hero, I’ll stay and err...hic...watch the fort” Castor mutters drunkenly
As we leave I hear a crash, no doubt castor falling from his chair, always said the lad couldn’t take his ale.
Ah the docks, really has been too long since I last visited them, there’s few other places in the city that sum up Denerim quite so well. The ships moored in the harbour come bringing all the wealth of Thedas, and enough sailors to keep prostitution and gambling quite lucrative. Poverty and riches mix in the air like perfume and excrement in a place like Denerim.
The harbour seems quiet tonight, the usual mob of sailors and ****s having vanished or been driven off by the horde of Guardsmen that now fill the otherwise empty Wharves
“Ah well if it isn’t mister high and mighty Ser elf!” Sergeant Mitchell’s grumbles
“Nice to see you two Mitchell, what’s going on?” I ask, gleaning childlike amusement from the way the cold makes my breathe steam
“A ****e storm is what’s bloody going on my son” he replies pointing to the finely dressed corpse behind us walk towards the corpse to take a closer look
The body is that of a tall balding human, he’s dressed in some pretty fine silk clothing, doubtless hes someone important, but he couldn’t be a Ferelden, not even the most foppish local would dress this ostentatiously.
“Who is he?” I ask suddenly curious
“Some highborn Orlesian bastard, Captain said he’d explain himself, my guess it’s someone so important that his untimely death will really rile up our degenerate neighbours next door” he says chuckling
For once Mitchell isn’t too far off the mark, which is almost as frightening as the idea that an Orlesian noble is being fished out of a Denerim river, the consequences for this sort of thing are rarely good for Ferelden, but I still don’t know our victims name and I need context, time to go see the captain.
“You’ve defiantly had chance to renovate the place boss” I say walking in Kylon’s office
“yeah well taking down all the bloody finery in this place makes a lot of difference, my predecessor made this place look like an Orlesian estate!” he replies with a grumble
“Speaking of Orlesians” I say with a raised eyebrow
“Ah yes the one they fished out of the docks, you’re going to love this one” he says with a humourless laugh
“Who is he?” I ask
“One General Manfred De Valois, he was here with the Orlesian delegation for the queen Fiona’s trade summit along with the Nevarrans and at least as many free marchers” he replies
“Ah yes that Summits still ongoing isn’t it, no wonder you didn’t want word getting out” I reply with a grin
“It gets worse actually, the General was the dinner guest of Argus Greyson” he says grimly
“Never heard that name before” I say
“He’s the new Commander of the Grey, he’s also the son of a soldier slain at White river, a battle De Valois earned his spurs fighting in” Kylon says ominously
“Are you telling me our main suspect is the Commander of the Grey?” I ask shocked
“Yes and if this gets out the Orlesians are going to have a Maker sized axe to grind” he replies darkly
Great, as if a dead Orlesian in Denerim wasn’t bad enough (though not unlikely to happen), it happens to be a dead Orlesian who the Commander of the Grey had a history with, sometimes I think the creators do this on purpose.
Authors Note: Hope you enjoyed this first part, im a bit annoyed they blurred out some of the language i mean seriously i can't write **** this is Denerim for Makers sake!!!
, errr anyway more to come
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Posté 06 mai 2010 - 08:51
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West I missed you and you're story for the past two days, but I'm glad you're back with a new case.
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Posté 06 mai 2010 - 09:20
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Slim Warden wrote...
West I missed you and you're story for the past two days, but I'm glad you're back with a new case.
Hehe it took me some time to figure out what the next story would be, the last case was a hard one to follow up from.
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Posté 06 mai 2010 - 11:24
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As I said the last case is my favorite, but I'm sure you can top it.
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Posté 07 mai 2010 - 11:45
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The Grayson scandal part 1½
The morning air filled the warden’s denerim compound with an icy chill, Argus Grayson ignored it, and he sat in his chambers staring into his father’s medallion with an intense eye. Argus had been slated for greatness from an early age, how could he not have risen so meteorically through the ranks of Ferelden’s society with a father like Harold Grayson?
Harold Grayson the martyr of white river, the defiant captain that stood his ground on foot against the mounted chevalier, Harold Grayson who was cut down covering his teryn’s retreat.
Argus had grown up hearing the tales of his father’s bravery and had tried to emulate his father in every way, he had fought against loghain during the civil war, joined the silver order, lost sight in his left eye defending vigils keep and been raised to the grey.
And yet he had always felt inadequate, he had done more in his one life then most men would have achieved in ten, but still the empty feeling of failure hounded him, Grayson placed the amulet around his neck and rose from his desk, he moved towards the mirror and stared into it
“If the queen finds out Argus your end will be swift, your disgrace public, and your shame eternal!” the reflection in
the mirror said, flashing a wolf like grin
“I didn’t want to do it! But the old bastard was drunk, and he wouldn’t shut up, kept talking about how he cut down my father!” Argus yelled into the mirror in protest
“Your reasons will not save you Argus, she will find out and then your name shall be shamed forever” the voice in the mirror said with a poisonous look
“Shut up! You’re just a reflection!” Argus yelled raising a fist
“No Argus I am you! And I know your every secret, the queen will discover your little murder and then....well it won’t end well for you” the reflection said in a hiss like whisper
“I SAID SHUT UP!!!” Argus roared smashing his fist into the glass mirror with a crash, bloody scratches covered his hand as the glass maimed his flesh, Argus ignored the pain his rage a soothing poultice
“Is everything alright my lord?” one of the guards asked knocking on the door
“I’m fine, please leave me be” Argus replied staring at his bleeding knuckles
The voice had been getting louder lately, usually it only mocked his inadequacy in comparison to his father, but this murder complicated things in unexpected ways and the voice was picking up on his guilt. Argus gathered ointment and bandages from his drawer, it was inspection day and he needed to look his best.
After Dressing Argus proceeded to the officers chamber to begin the days activities, on the way he was stopped by a servant
"sorry to disturb you my lord.....theres an elf here to see you" The servant said nervously
"An Elf?" Argus replied curious
"He had official documents, said he was from the Guard and needed to speak to you....should i ask him to leave?" the servant asked
"No,no...tell him i will meet with him in my office....at very least he deserves that" Argus said walking towards his battered office, he sat in his damaged old chair and hope he would know how to handle a crown agent.
Authors note: Having a Commander of the grey as your suspect makes things complicated in many ways both legal and moral, so with a character like Argus he really needed his own mini segment to give his character some background. Also i am taking a liking to him and his insanity and may find uses for him in other fanfics.
The morning air filled the warden’s denerim compound with an icy chill, Argus Grayson ignored it, and he sat in his chambers staring into his father’s medallion with an intense eye. Argus had been slated for greatness from an early age, how could he not have risen so meteorically through the ranks of Ferelden’s society with a father like Harold Grayson?
Harold Grayson the martyr of white river, the defiant captain that stood his ground on foot against the mounted chevalier, Harold Grayson who was cut down covering his teryn’s retreat.
Argus had grown up hearing the tales of his father’s bravery and had tried to emulate his father in every way, he had fought against loghain during the civil war, joined the silver order, lost sight in his left eye defending vigils keep and been raised to the grey.
And yet he had always felt inadequate, he had done more in his one life then most men would have achieved in ten, but still the empty feeling of failure hounded him, Grayson placed the amulet around his neck and rose from his desk, he moved towards the mirror and stared into it
“If the queen finds out Argus your end will be swift, your disgrace public, and your shame eternal!” the reflection in
the mirror said, flashing a wolf like grin
“I didn’t want to do it! But the old bastard was drunk, and he wouldn’t shut up, kept talking about how he cut down my father!” Argus yelled into the mirror in protest
“Your reasons will not save you Argus, she will find out and then your name shall be shamed forever” the voice in the mirror said with a poisonous look
“Shut up! You’re just a reflection!” Argus yelled raising a fist
“No Argus I am you! And I know your every secret, the queen will discover your little murder and then....well it won’t end well for you” the reflection said in a hiss like whisper
“I SAID SHUT UP!!!” Argus roared smashing his fist into the glass mirror with a crash, bloody scratches covered his hand as the glass maimed his flesh, Argus ignored the pain his rage a soothing poultice
“Is everything alright my lord?” one of the guards asked knocking on the door
“I’m fine, please leave me be” Argus replied staring at his bleeding knuckles
The voice had been getting louder lately, usually it only mocked his inadequacy in comparison to his father, but this murder complicated things in unexpected ways and the voice was picking up on his guilt. Argus gathered ointment and bandages from his drawer, it was inspection day and he needed to look his best.
After Dressing Argus proceeded to the officers chamber to begin the days activities, on the way he was stopped by a servant
"sorry to disturb you my lord.....theres an elf here to see you" The servant said nervously
"An Elf?" Argus replied curious
"He had official documents, said he was from the Guard and needed to speak to you....should i ask him to leave?" the servant asked
"No,no...tell him i will meet with him in my office....at very least he deserves that" Argus said walking towards his battered office, he sat in his damaged old chair and hope he would know how to handle a crown agent.
Authors note: Having a Commander of the grey as your suspect makes things complicated in many ways both legal and moral, so with a character like Argus he really needed his own mini segment to give his character some background. Also i am taking a liking to him and his insanity and may find uses for him in other fanfics.
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Posté 07 mai 2010 - 07:13
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May I just say that I love the name Argus. Your Argus is much more handsome considering my Argus is a Mabari, he is a real dog! : D Another great chapter!
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Posté 07 mai 2010 - 11:52
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How exciting I love the mentally damaged Warden as a suspect, its very interest peeking to say the least, and I can't wait to see what is done with him as a character he has a mountain of potential. Bravo West Bravo.
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The Grayson Scandal part 2
The servant ushers the elf into the room, he’s tall for an elf and muscular as well, and he moves like someone that has been in the army. Grayson dislikes him instantly, these types of men are too intuitive, and they can smell lies and fear a mile off.
The elf introduces himself
“Good day commander I’m Erian Tor, a sergeant with the watch” the elf says shaking Grayson’s hand, deep inside his mind Grayson can hear the voice taunting him
“Murderer” the voice hisses
“He will expose you Argus, the elf has a nose for such things” the voice whispers with a chilling laugh
Argus tries to compose himself, tries to ignore the sickening voice in his head, he breathes in trying to appear calm.
“Good to meet you sergeant what can I help you with” Argus pretends not to know about De Valois
“I’m here because a dinner guest that attended the banquet held here was found dead in the harbour wharf last night, one General Manfred De Valois” the elf says in a calm matter-fact tone
The images of the night flash through Grayson’s mind, they had been drinking alone, the other guests had retired for the night. De Valois had been utterly drunk, he’d begun talking about white river on an alcohol induced whim, and the bastard had been enjoying it. De Valois babbled on in a slurred voice about cutting down fleeing rebels and one man who refused to run, he had no idea Grayson was that man’s son.
The laughter coming from De Valois’s fat mouth as he described trampling the man had been sadistic and loud, Grayson had been a little drunk himself, but still sober enough to know what De Valois was talking about. Grayson had lost his temper, seen red, and he’d been sober enough to choke the life out of De Valois’s fat face.
“Ah yes, the general was here with the Orlesian delegation wasn’t he? Can’t say I spent much time with the man”
Grayson replied lying, they had been reminiscing about the war the whole evening and getting steadily drunker as the evening progressed.
“Hmmm.....he was found dead with strangulation marks on his neck, any idea how he received those marks?” Erian asks in a suspicious voice
The elf knew this was the last place De Valois had been, why the fat bastard couldn’t have washed out to sea as planned!
“I couldn’t say sergeant, I fear darkspawn are my area of expertise...not criminals” Grayson said in a cold voice
The images came to Grayson again, he remembered the way De Valois’s eyes had bulged as his face had changed colour, the strangulation had been easy and fuelled by rage.
“Do you know anyone who may have had a grudge against the general, commander? Anyone within your order?” The sergeant asks with a raised eyebrow
Grayson knows the elf’s tactic; he is getting closer to an outright accusation with each question, and he must suspect a warden, Grayson can feel his heart beating like a war drum, threatening to burst, what if the voice was right? What if he was going to be exposed?
“Sir I will put it bluntly, our order is dedicated to defeating the darkspawn, the general would not have been killed by a warden...we are uninterested in politics, and only someone interested in that would want to harm the
general” He says in his firmest voice
But it wasn’t about politics, it wasn’t even about vengeance, Grayson had killed the old man in a drunken rage.
“Now if you’ll excuse me Sergeant, I need to prepare for the morning inspection of my garrison” Grayson says trying to hide the urgency in his voice
“Then I will leave you to your work Commander, thank you for your time” Erian says leaving the office, the door closes gently
Grayson lies back in his chair, one night of anger had brought a potential disaster to his nation’s doorstep, Grayson thought about committing suicide but as he stared at the sword in his hand he realised it would not save anyone.
“Makers blood! Father I failed you!” Grayson whimpers staring at the bust of his father that looks back at him with stern and defiant eyes. Something about the busts stare seems to judge Grayson unworthy, the same shadow that haunted Graysons early life still hangs over him.
He begins to weep bitter rage filled tears “Damn you father! Nothing I do will ever be good enough! I will surpass you, I swear it!” He growls under his breath
As I leave the office I know something feels off about Argus Grayson, he seemed a million miles away and I know that sign, he’s hiding something. But I doubt he’ll give me information willingly, and officials here are likely to be loyal to him, so it’s off to a more informal spot to get the information I need.
Authors Note: hope you enjoyed it! apologies for the time it took to post this chapter, essays for uni put this on hold for a while. It was also hard to think of a way to make the chapter flow in a way that made it exciting, writing from Argus's POV instead of Erian's seemed like the best choice to make. Anywho more to come!
The servant ushers the elf into the room, he’s tall for an elf and muscular as well, and he moves like someone that has been in the army. Grayson dislikes him instantly, these types of men are too intuitive, and they can smell lies and fear a mile off.
The elf introduces himself
“Good day commander I’m Erian Tor, a sergeant with the watch” the elf says shaking Grayson’s hand, deep inside his mind Grayson can hear the voice taunting him
“Murderer” the voice hisses
“He will expose you Argus, the elf has a nose for such things” the voice whispers with a chilling laugh
Argus tries to compose himself, tries to ignore the sickening voice in his head, he breathes in trying to appear calm.
“Good to meet you sergeant what can I help you with” Argus pretends not to know about De Valois
“I’m here because a dinner guest that attended the banquet held here was found dead in the harbour wharf last night, one General Manfred De Valois” the elf says in a calm matter-fact tone
The images of the night flash through Grayson’s mind, they had been drinking alone, the other guests had retired for the night. De Valois had been utterly drunk, he’d begun talking about white river on an alcohol induced whim, and the bastard had been enjoying it. De Valois babbled on in a slurred voice about cutting down fleeing rebels and one man who refused to run, he had no idea Grayson was that man’s son.
The laughter coming from De Valois’s fat mouth as he described trampling the man had been sadistic and loud, Grayson had been a little drunk himself, but still sober enough to know what De Valois was talking about. Grayson had lost his temper, seen red, and he’d been sober enough to choke the life out of De Valois’s fat face.
“Ah yes, the general was here with the Orlesian delegation wasn’t he? Can’t say I spent much time with the man”
Grayson replied lying, they had been reminiscing about the war the whole evening and getting steadily drunker as the evening progressed.
“Hmmm.....he was found dead with strangulation marks on his neck, any idea how he received those marks?” Erian asks in a suspicious voice
The elf knew this was the last place De Valois had been, why the fat bastard couldn’t have washed out to sea as planned!
“I couldn’t say sergeant, I fear darkspawn are my area of expertise...not criminals” Grayson said in a cold voice
The images came to Grayson again, he remembered the way De Valois’s eyes had bulged as his face had changed colour, the strangulation had been easy and fuelled by rage.
“Do you know anyone who may have had a grudge against the general, commander? Anyone within your order?” The sergeant asks with a raised eyebrow
Grayson knows the elf’s tactic; he is getting closer to an outright accusation with each question, and he must suspect a warden, Grayson can feel his heart beating like a war drum, threatening to burst, what if the voice was right? What if he was going to be exposed?
“Sir I will put it bluntly, our order is dedicated to defeating the darkspawn, the general would not have been killed by a warden...we are uninterested in politics, and only someone interested in that would want to harm the
general” He says in his firmest voice
But it wasn’t about politics, it wasn’t even about vengeance, Grayson had killed the old man in a drunken rage.
“Now if you’ll excuse me Sergeant, I need to prepare for the morning inspection of my garrison” Grayson says trying to hide the urgency in his voice
“Then I will leave you to your work Commander, thank you for your time” Erian says leaving the office, the door closes gently
Grayson lies back in his chair, one night of anger had brought a potential disaster to his nation’s doorstep, Grayson thought about committing suicide but as he stared at the sword in his hand he realised it would not save anyone.
“Makers blood! Father I failed you!” Grayson whimpers staring at the bust of his father that looks back at him with stern and defiant eyes. Something about the busts stare seems to judge Grayson unworthy, the same shadow that haunted Graysons early life still hangs over him.
He begins to weep bitter rage filled tears “Damn you father! Nothing I do will ever be good enough! I will surpass you, I swear it!” He growls under his breath
As I leave the office I know something feels off about Argus Grayson, he seemed a million miles away and I know that sign, he’s hiding something. But I doubt he’ll give me information willingly, and officials here are likely to be loyal to him, so it’s off to a more informal spot to get the information I need.
Authors Note: hope you enjoyed it!
apologies for the time it took to post this chapter, essays for uni put this on hold for a while. It was also hard to think of a way to make the chapter flow in a way that made it exciting, writing from Argus's POV instead of Erian's seemed like the best choice to make. Anywho more to come! Modifié par westiex9, 10 mai 2010 - 06:27 .
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Posté 10 mai 2010 - 11:53
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First of West I missed ya, secondly I loved the chapter, and Argus is taking flight as a character and its just as enticing as usual, political implications, Erian being viewed from a different perspective, and Argus' instability its all very very nice.
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Slim Warden wrote...
First of West I missed ya, secondly I loved the chapter, and Argus is taking flight as a character and its just as enticing as usual, political implications, Erian being viewed from a different perspective, and Argus' instability its all very very nice.
Its good to be back slim, had to deal with a monster sized essay and put everything on hold. Thankfully now i have enough free time to complete my fanfics without being distracted. On that note im going to take a look at Drezdins latest adventure.
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YAY you are back! Great chapter Westie! *GLOMPS westie*
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The Grayson Scandal part 3
With the commander of the grey refusing to give me any useful information I now find myself in a difficult position, the wardens are powerful and if the commander has something to do with De Valois’s murder I have no doubt that he will try to use his position to cover that involvement up.
As I head down the long corridors of the warden compound it becomes clear to me that I am in a difficult position, this case could have huge repercussions for Ferelden if it isn’t solved quickly, but it’s highly unlikely the wardens are going to talk, they are more loyal to their commander than anyone else, and yet the crown expects results.
A short human servant walks up to me, he has a nervous look on his face as he places an envelope into my hand and leaves without a word, he was likely paid to deliver the letter.
“Meet me near the stables in one hour, come alone” the letter says
Who could have sent me this note? With a high profile case like this I would be a fool to believe that no one within the wardens knew something, still I find this sudden stroke of luck decidedly uncomfortable, up until now I was suspicious of the commander but not seriously considering him a suspect, but something is odd about that man and I can see it a mile off.
The stables are empty, the horses unattended for the moment, as I enter I wonder who sent me the note; I don’t have time to theorise the answer. The stable door slams shut and before I have chance to look I am tackled to the floor, a tall and tanned woman holds a blade to my neck
“You came alone?” she asks in a thick Antivan accent, her eyes anxiously darting from side to side
“Just little old me” I grunt as she sheathes the blade
“Good” she replies helping me off the floor
“So why all the secrecy? Why meet me at all?” I ask
“Because Grayson went too far this time, and he crossed a line” she says with a sad look
“Did he kill De Valois?” I ask knowing the truth may soon be revealed
“Yes, I –i saw the whole thing, he strangled De Valois with his bare hands in a rage, then he called Albrecht to dispose of the body” she says in a fearful tone
“Albrecht?” I say with a raised eyebrow
“He’s Argus’s personal bodyguard, he always cleans up when Grayson makes a mess after one of his more unstable episodes” she says her tone still emotional
“How did this psychopath ever get promoted to commander of the grey?” I ask shocked at Grayson’s conduct
“Argus Grayson is the most driven man i have ever met, he has charisma and passion and skill like no other man, but he’s damaged and we have always made allowances in that area because of his brilliance” she says betraying her feelings with the admiration in her voice
“Were you two....lovers?” I ask in a gentle voice
“Yes.....but this changes things....he never killed anyone before, some nights he would rage or lash out at people but....he never killed until now” she says darkly
“Why tell me all this if you love him?” I ask curious
She stares at me with her dark brown eyes; the look is one of fear
“Because he crossed a line.....and because if I don’t stop him now he will do far worse than this....Argus is a volatile person....that murder made him snap” she says shuddering
“I need to bring this information to the Crown, they are going to want to know about this” I say getting ready to leave
“Wait” she says raising a hand “you can’t just expose the commander of the grey, we need a more solid witness, we need Albrecht” she says
“Riiiight so the man most loyal to Grayson is going to help us expose him as a murdering psychopath” I say sceptical
“Trust me I know how to deal with him, but I’ll need your help” she says
“What have you got planned?” I ask suspiciously
“You’ve no doubt heard of Zauben’s” she says pulling a playing card from her pack “Albrecht likes to gamble there, and we are going to pay him a visit” she says with a wicked smile
“So we kidnap the bodyguard, extract some info and deal with your commander before he slides even further into madness, I’ve heard of crazier plans” I say as we leave the stable
“I never did get your name” I say as we head for the compound doors
“Alvera De Venez” she says with a smile
So an Antivan Warden and an elf guardsman are all that stand between this nation and a political scandal, the gods have a malicious sense of humour, I just hope this Albrecht will talk, if Grayson isn’t dealt with now we could end up at war.
With the commander of the grey refusing to give me any useful information I now find myself in a difficult position, the wardens are powerful and if the commander has something to do with De Valois’s murder I have no doubt that he will try to use his position to cover that involvement up.
As I head down the long corridors of the warden compound it becomes clear to me that I am in a difficult position, this case could have huge repercussions for Ferelden if it isn’t solved quickly, but it’s highly unlikely the wardens are going to talk, they are more loyal to their commander than anyone else, and yet the crown expects results.
A short human servant walks up to me, he has a nervous look on his face as he places an envelope into my hand and leaves without a word, he was likely paid to deliver the letter.
“Meet me near the stables in one hour, come alone” the letter says
Who could have sent me this note? With a high profile case like this I would be a fool to believe that no one within the wardens knew something, still I find this sudden stroke of luck decidedly uncomfortable, up until now I was suspicious of the commander but not seriously considering him a suspect, but something is odd about that man and I can see it a mile off.
The stables are empty, the horses unattended for the moment, as I enter I wonder who sent me the note; I don’t have time to theorise the answer. The stable door slams shut and before I have chance to look I am tackled to the floor, a tall and tanned woman holds a blade to my neck
“You came alone?” she asks in a thick Antivan accent, her eyes anxiously darting from side to side
“Just little old me” I grunt as she sheathes the blade
“Good” she replies helping me off the floor
“So why all the secrecy? Why meet me at all?” I ask
“Because Grayson went too far this time, and he crossed a line” she says with a sad look
“Did he kill De Valois?” I ask knowing the truth may soon be revealed
“Yes, I –i saw the whole thing, he strangled De Valois with his bare hands in a rage, then he called Albrecht to dispose of the body” she says in a fearful tone
“Albrecht?” I say with a raised eyebrow
“He’s Argus’s personal bodyguard, he always cleans up when Grayson makes a mess after one of his more unstable episodes” she says her tone still emotional
“How did this psychopath ever get promoted to commander of the grey?” I ask shocked at Grayson’s conduct
“Argus Grayson is the most driven man i have ever met, he has charisma and passion and skill like no other man, but he’s damaged and we have always made allowances in that area because of his brilliance” she says betraying her feelings with the admiration in her voice
“Were you two....lovers?” I ask in a gentle voice
“Yes.....but this changes things....he never killed anyone before, some nights he would rage or lash out at people but....he never killed until now” she says darkly
“Why tell me all this if you love him?” I ask curious
She stares at me with her dark brown eyes; the look is one of fear
“Because he crossed a line.....and because if I don’t stop him now he will do far worse than this....Argus is a volatile person....that murder made him snap” she says shuddering
“I need to bring this information to the Crown, they are going to want to know about this” I say getting ready to leave
“Wait” she says raising a hand “you can’t just expose the commander of the grey, we need a more solid witness, we need Albrecht” she says
“Riiiight so the man most loyal to Grayson is going to help us expose him as a murdering psychopath” I say sceptical
“Trust me I know how to deal with him, but I’ll need your help” she says
“What have you got planned?” I ask suspiciously
“You’ve no doubt heard of Zauben’s” she says pulling a playing card from her pack “Albrecht likes to gamble there, and we are going to pay him a visit” she says with a wicked smile
“So we kidnap the bodyguard, extract some info and deal with your commander before he slides even further into madness, I’ve heard of crazier plans” I say as we leave the stable
“I never did get your name” I say as we head for the compound doors
“Alvera De Venez” she says with a smile
So an Antivan Warden and an elf guardsman are all that stand between this nation and a political scandal, the gods have a malicious sense of humour, I just hope this Albrecht will talk, if Grayson isn’t dealt with now we could end up at war.
