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[DreGregoire]

Reflections Eleven: 
 
For my future reference: NEVER take Wynne, Leliana, and Zevran shopping together. Orzammar Commons will never be the same. I was going to take Wynne, Leliana, and Morrigan with me but Zevran invited himself and Morrigan was not interested. I thought for a moment that Alistair was going to insist on going but he did not. I saw him stop Zevran as we left our quarters and speak with him, but I couldn’t hear what was said. Zevran had nodded in agreement to whatever Alistair had said and then joined me as I left. Wynne and Leliana must have touched every single piece of merchandise available. The mess they left in their wake was staggering and Zevran was no help either because he spent his time teasing them mercilessly. They didn’t seem to mind his behavior and they gave him almost as much teasing back. I was busy trying to question the merchants about the troubles in Orzammar. Ever tried to talk to a merchant while he worriedly watches customers in his wares. I noticed they watched Zevran very closely. Never again. I tell you!
 
I was rereading my reflections and noticed that I didn’t mention anything about when we took a quick trip down to Ostagar before officially leaving Redcliff for Orzammar. It was hard for Alistair and Wynne to go back there. I could hear sadness in their voices as they talked about what happened there. We killed many darkspawn that day and then we found Cailan’s naked body on display. I felt as if my chest would burst when I saw what they had done to our king. We annihilated all the remaining darkspawn and collected all of Cailan’s armor, his shield, and King Maric’s sword. We found the documents we had returned for as well. We said goodbye to Cailan, giving him a proper farewell by building him a funeral pyre. I don’t think I ever saw Alistair looking so sad. I hope not to see it again. I want that man who made jokes and tries to look at the bright side of things back and not this man that is so full of rage and grief that one wrong move or word on my part sends him into a rage.
 
Alistair and I did talk briefly about what happened between us on the way to Ostagar but it was all left a bit unresolved. I am beginning to see a pattern with him one where he allows me to make all of the hard decisions but still wants to tell me how I should or shouldn’t act. Sometimes I wish he would just take over leadership and let me follow blindly along. I wouldn’t mind letting somebody else take responsibility for what happens. Enough of this. I will not sit here whining about my lot in life. I have things to do and people who are depending on me. Maker have mercy, Ser Gilmore is calling me to arms practice. Now that I’m not wearing armor he thinks I need to retrain and figure out new tactics. I’m for what Alistair said about me just being support, but Ser Gilmore is probably right that I will rush into battle first, armor or not. I’m kind of insane like that.
 

Modifié par DreGregoire, 03 août 2010 - 07:34 .

[DreGregoire]

Dreams

The quietness of the Orzammar guest estate was interrupted by the terrified scream of a man. The scream ripped through the halls and then seemed to strangle itself and the halls were silent once more. Nothing moved about although many had been woken. After a short while a large heavily muscled man emerged from one of the rooms, he only had on pants and his bare torso gleamed with a thin sheen of sweat. He slowly walked down the hall towards the bed chamber next to his; rubbing a hand over his short dark blond haired head and giving himself the luxury of one yawn before knocking on the door. He didn’t wait for an answer before opening the door and entering the room. The man slowly plodded across the room, using the faint glow that all the rooms seemed to have to find his way to the bed. He looked down at the man whose scream had awoken him. The younger man’s platinum blond hair was mussed and soaked with sweat and his bare torso gleamed with sweat. The glowing emerald green eyes were still wide in fright and the man was panting and shaking in reaction. The older man spoke in a soft and kind-hearted voice, “Take deep breaths, Aonghas.” When the younger man, Aonghas, didn’t seem to be getting control of his reactions the visitor placed one knee on the middle of the edge of the bed and leaned over to grip the shaking shoulder of the terrified man. “Come on Aonghas take some deep breaths.” This time Aonghas took a couple of shuddering deep breaths but his eyes remained wide open in fear and he continued to shake. “I take it this was another grey warden dream.” Aonghas nodded but didn’t speak. “My dreams too have been getting worse as time goes by.” The large man sat down facing the younger man with one leg bent at the knee and the other hanging over the edge of the bed.
 
“I keep seeing the dragon and the darkspawn. Things seem more urgent in the dreams as if the time is drawing near. Alistair, I don’t think I can handle all this.” Alistair stared at the younger man’s eyes for a short time and then after giving the shoulder he still gripped a gentle shake he let go and sat up straighter.
 
“I know how you feel, but this is what we are grey wardens for; to deal with this archdemon. I know the dreams are disturbing but you have to handle this. You prove it everyday that you can handle it. Don’t let the dreams make you falter. We have to carry on. You and I are the only grey wardens here if we don’t do it then the darkspawn will take Ferelden. Is there anything I can do to make it easier for you?”
 
Tension seemed to build in the room as the two stared into each others eyes. The younger man opened his mouth to speak a couple of times but then he looked away from Alistair’s eyes. His trembling had subsided and his breathing had returned to normal but as his gaze slowly traveled down the older mans body his breath quickened and then his pale cheeks turned pink and he quickly looked away. “No. I’m glad that you came in to talk; to help me calm down.”
 
Alistair smiled, “I am here for you, Aonghas. I know it is unfair of me to put all the leading on you, but you are much better suited to it than I am. You were raised to lead being a Cousland and even though I know you spent time in the Circle you are more of a nobleman than you are a mage.”
 
“I don’t know about that. It seems like the five plus years I was at the Circle made it so that I missed too much training. My parents and brother have a way about them that makes it possible for them to persuade people to their view. I don’t have that. I know that they tried to catch me up in the six months before… before…” Aonghas looked to be struggling not to burst into tears.

The two sat frozen for a time and then without saying anything and without a word of permission Alistair grabbed Aonghas’ by the wrists and pulled the younger man upright and forward to hold the distraught man against his chest. Aonghas’ had stiffened at being touched but suddenly the tears he fought to hold back burst forth and he moaned in anguish before wrapping his arms around Alistair and pressing his face into the chest before him. Aonghas began to sob more harshly shaking them both with the force of them. Alistair’s didn’t say anything but he hugged Aonghas tighter as his own tears chocked his throat and then began to stream down his cheeks. Words seemed to echo in the room but neither of the men appeared to hear it as they clung to each other as if the very world was dropping out from beneath them. “Ahhh, to have lost so much. You both have much in common.” The voice seemed to laugh and then was no more.

Modifié par DreGregoire, 26 septembre 2010 - 01:02 .

[DreGregoire]

**Modified**
Reflections Twelve:

This reflection finds me sitting at the table in the common room of the estate that we have been given the use of while in Orzammar. The estate is rather large with enough bed chambers for all of my companions; it comes complete with a cook and maids. There is even a backyard area set up for arms practice. Last night my dream of the archdemon and the darkspawn was a particularly bad one. I woke screaming and the terror of it left me shaking. Today I feel different, almost as if a huge burden has been lifted from me. It doesn’t make any sense; I still have the archdemon to contend with and I still have to gather an army. There is still Howe and Loghain to deal with. Perhaps examining the why of it is less important than just doing what I know needs to be done.

I was angry when I realized the only way I could get the dwarves to fulfill their obligation to the Grey Wardens was if they had a king on the throne. They seem to be dead locked in the assembly, unable to appoint the next King. I waited two weeks and nothing change, so we took a trip to the Circle of Magi. When we returned nothing had changed so I gave them another week but it had become clear that it is necessary for me to decide who I will help. I spoke with the representatives of both candidates and I knew I would have to make a choice. Zevran’s comments about the cowardice of Harrowmont when I spoke to Dulin were what helped me make my decision. “Were I you I would seek a stronger king than this Harrowmont.” So I chose to support Bhelen and now he has me running around to further prove to him I’m his man. The whole idea of it angers me but I know my duty. I need the dwarves to defeat the darkspawn. Today we are preparing to hunt down the criminals that are taking advantage of the chaos. I can’t really blame them for taking advantage of the great opportunity but I have no choice but to deal with them.

Ah, here are the others back from a trip to the commons. It seems everybody has taken to shopping lately. I’ll leave off this useless reflecting for now and get back to my responsibilities.

Modifié par DreGregoire, 27 juillet 2010 - 12:36 .

[DreGregoire]

The Tale of Orzammar
Part One:
Two Grey Wardens and their companions entered Orzammar seeking the aid of the dwarves against the blight; what they found was a kingdom divided over the succession of the throne. The corruption appeared; to the leader of the group, to run deep and he did not want to get involved in the turmoil but everywhere he turned the dwarves refused to give him the aid he asked for. Again and again Aonghas of the Grey Wardens was told that, ‘Only the King can fulfill the terms of the treaty.’ This angered the young warden and he tried to threaten and bluster but was unsuccessful against the steadfast dwarves. The visitors were given the use of a large guest estate while they waited for the succession to be decided. Aonghas did not go to speak to the two warring sides because as he told his companions. “I would prefer not to become involved in their politics.” The Grey Wardens and their companions settled into the estate.

The Grey Warden Alistair was weary from the constant traveling and all he felt like doing was sitting back and drinking, so he headed to Tapsters and joined the dwarves. Sten, the Qunari, spent a good amount of time working on his armor and sword and it wasn’t long before he had them repaired/sharpened and shining like new. Ser Gilmore hung around the estate for a while repairing arms and gear, but even he tired of hanging out in the estate and decided to begin joining Alistair in Tapsters. Zevran and Leliana began a never ending contest of seeing who could tell the wildest tale; although, much later in the day Zevran would head to Tapsters. Morrigan rarely came out of her room and when she did it was to complain about their long stay or to make her usual sarcastic comments to others. Wynne seemed happy to just sit and knit while reading the many books that the leader of their group had gifted her. Majestic; Aonghas’ Mabari war hound, was unusually quiet and at first he was happy to settle by Aonghas, but even he grew tired of sitting still and began to follow Alistair around. The hound became a favorite at the tavern even though he managed to cause a ruckus almost on a nightly basis. After the first meal and before the second Ser Gilmore and Aonghas would go to the estate’s weapons yard and train. Often the others would join them either watching or training on their own. The lute that Aonghas had gifted Leliana often accompanied them as they trained.

A week passed before Aonghas stirred himself from his reading to wander over to Tapsters. When he stepped into the dimly lit tavern he inhaled deeply at the unfamiliar scents. Some of the dwarves watched him but most were too busy to notice the colorful human. Aonghas stepped slowly through the tavern, side stepping a few drunken dwarfs before coming to the table in the back of the tavern where Alistair, Ser Gilmore, and Zevran sat. Majestic was also there seated on the bench next to Alistair lapping an unknown brew from a bowl set on the table. Aonghas’ eyes widen at the scene and he hovered over the group and exclaimed, “You’re feeding my hound what?”

Alistair looked up and grinned then raising his mug up in the air he saluted his fellow grey warden, “Ale of course, the best the house has to offer.”

“The best the house has to offer? Do you have that much coin?”

Alistair laughed and drank a long drought from his mug before answering, “The hound paid.” Ser Gilmore and Zevran burst into laughter as did the two dwarves who were keeping them company. Aonghas wasn’t amused but he didn’t speak as he dragged a stool over and sat at the open end of the table. A waitress plopped a mug of ale down in front of Aonghas and then went on her way. Aonghas stared at the mug for a while undecided if he should try the brew and just as he had decided it wouldn’t hurt and had started to reach for it; Alistair took the mug. Aonghas narrowed his eyes and watched as his fellow grey warden lifted the mug to his lips and swallowed it down. “Ah that is good ale.” Aonghas just shook his head deciding to let it go and leaned back to listen to one of the dwarves who was busy telling about his exploits in the Deep Roads. It wasn’t long before another round of drinks was called for and the waitress again deposited a mug in front of Aonghas and again just as Aonghas reached for the mug it was snatched away; this time by Ser Gilmore. Aonghas gave a glare to the squire and he was reaching forward to take the mug back when a heavy hand grabbed his wrist preventing him. Aonghas eyes traveled up the wrist and arm to give Alistair his fiercest stare, but the older man didn’t appear impressed as he released his hold. “You are not to drink.” Alistair’s voice was firm and held a note of finality to it. Aonghas wanted to rage against Alistair but he was leery of causing a scene in public, so he settled back in his chair to watch the others drink and to listen to their boasting.

When Alistair decided to call it a night Zevran and Ser Gilmore stood and wished the dwarves a fair night before heading to the door. Aonghas remained sitting and had just leaned forward to start questioning the dwarves when Alistair fell against him as he started to pass. “Oops maybe I had too much to drink. How about helping a fellow home, Aonghas?” Aonghas sighed in exasperation but he stood and after slipping a supporting arm around Alistair’s waist and feeling Alistair’s arm settle over his shoulders he helped the staggering man out of the tavern and back to their estate. Once inside the estate Alistair stood on his own and then smirked. “Thanks for the help. I should head to bed.”

Aonghas felt a sudden rage hit him at being once more smoothly manipulated by Alistair. “You… don’t you go anywhere! We need to talk, right now!” Alistair turned back to face Aonghas his smirk had slipped from his face to be replaced by a scowl of anger. He didn’t like to be talked to like that anymore than Aonghas did. He strode back so that he stood less than a foot away from Aonghas and glared the five inches down into his fellow warden’s eyes. Aonghas raised his chin meeting the taller mans glare with a fierce one of his own. Despite what Alistair had told others about not being raised in the lap of luxury it was obvious to Aonghas that he had the arrogance of a nobleman and ever since they had made that trip to Denerim and found Alistair’s sister the man’s whole behavior had changed and he had become much more confident. Alistair’s insecurity and the desire to be led by others were a thing of the past now. Aonghas knew he had done the right thing by pointing out to Alistair that everyone was just out for themselves, but he hadn’t realized how the impact of that statement on Alistair would change their own relationship. Alistair still allowed, yes allowed, Aonghas to lead but now he rarely passed up the opportunity to bend situations to his will if Aonghas began leading them down a path he felt was wrong.

“Speak,” Alistair’s voice was almost a growl as he flexed his muscles and glared fiercely at the younger warden. Aonghas steeled himself against the menacing threat he could feel emanating from Alistair and forced his own anger to the fore to sustain his courage.

“You shouldn’t have taken my ale. If I want to drink some bloody ale, I will. I am so tired of you manipulating me! You take advantage of the fact that I was raised not to make a scene in public. If you don’t stop doing it, I will put aside my training and we will start having it out in public.” Aonghas watched in apprehension as each one of his statements seemed to cause Alistair’s reddened face to get darker and darker red. Aonghas couldn’t help but involuntarily cringe when the same man; that had slammed him against a tree damaging his father’s armor, shifted closer to him and spoke harshly.

“You will not threaten me. You keep reminding me that I will be king, so how about giving me the respect the rank deserves.” Aonghas felt as if the floor dropped out from under him as he felt the rift between them begin to widen again. Alistair shook his head sadly from side to side. “I can’t help but feel responsible for you. The things that have happened to us and between us make me feel like I need to protect you and keep you safe. I can’t help the way I feel. You make it sound like I committed a huge crime by keeping you from drinking. Remember the last time you drank at camp? You nearly caught the tents on fire. A drunken mage is a danger to us all. I think it would be best if we just walk away from each other now before we say things we will later regret.” Alistair didn’t wait for a response and he turned sharply and strode off to his bed chamber. Aonghas stood silently not moving for a very long time, but a nudge from Majestic got him moving to his own bed chamber. His mind was numb almost in shock and he just couldn’t wrap his mind around the fact that somehow he had lost all the power in the struggle between him and Alistair. He needed that power back but how to gain it was beyond his tired mind, so he fell into a restless slumber.

Modifié par DreGregoire, 27 juillet 2010 - 05:08 .

[DreGregoire]

The Tale of Orzammar
Part Two: A Trip to the Circle of Magi

Alistair was seated alone at the common table of the estate they had been given for their use, while in Orzammar. He looked up as Aonghas entered and wasn’t sure what to make of his fellow Grey Wardens determined look. “Look, Alistair, it is clear that things are a bit tense with us right now. I think it would be best if you and I spend the least amount of time together as we can.”

Alistair nodded in agreement before speaking, “Just make sure you have somebody with you at all times and let me know where you are going in case anything happens.”

Aonghas seemed about to argue but instead he agreed. “I can do that.”

Aonghas spent the next week talking to various dwarves and helping them out; he still steered clear of the political situation. After picking up a couple of jobs that required him to leave Orzammar he sat down with Alistair at the common table. Alistair had grown extremely quiet and had taken to reading the books his companions had left scattered around. He still went to the tavern every night with Ser Gilmore, Zevran, and Majestic. Aonghas had not joined them again; although, he had come in to talk to some of the tavern patrons. When Alistair finally looked up from his book, Aonghas spoke, “We need to make a trip to the Circle of Magi. Can I pull you away from these books long enough to get you to come?” Alistair slammed the book shut and lurched up from his chair. “Wait… we aren’t leaving till tomorrow.”

“I need to pack.” Alistair didn’t say anything else before quickly leaving the common room to do so.

The Last of the Ferelden Grey Wardens and their companions had pitched their camp within half a day of the Circle of Magi. Leliana entertained the party with her gifted lute while Alistair squatted by the large stew pot making dinner. As Alistair gave his full attention to Leliana he felt a brush against his left side and then he felt breath against his left ear and a chest pressed against his arm as words whispered in his ear. “Did I ever tell you how handsome you are and how cooking makes you look sexy.” Alistair reared up his face brilliant red and as he stood staring down at Aonghas with a look of shock on his face he began to tremble. Aonghas sat on the ground where Alistair had accidentally knocked him when he stood in such a rush. “Maybe I was out of line.” Aonghas struggled to his feet and walked away from Alistair, a smirk playing across his lips once his back was to the older man.

The travelers were done quickly at the Circle of Magi and headed back to Orzammar.

[DreGregoire]

The Tale of Orzammar
Part Three: A New King (last part)

A week had passed since the Grey Wardens and companions had returned to Orzammar. During the week they had enjoyed proving themselves champions. They had fought in the unofficial and official contests of the Proving that honored the previous King.

Aonghas pulled himself out of another terrifying dream before he could begin screaming. He had gotten better at waking himself up before the dreams could overwhelm him. The Grey Warden grunted as he sat up and dangled his feet over the edge of the bed, slowly he raised his hands and even in the dim light he could see them shaking. Aonghas heaved a great sigh and had started to lie down again when he spotted the book he had been reading. Aonghas picked up the book and gently ran his hands over the leather binding and then he opened to the center of the book where two pieces of parchment rested firmly against each other. Carefully he pulled the parchment apart and a pressed rose slipped out onto Aonghas’ lap. Aonghas picked up the rose with a trembling hand and carefully placed it between the parchment sheets and restored them to the center of the book, as he set the book on the bedside table again he spoke softly. “Was it right of me to use another’s emotional needs to obtain the power I seek?” Aonghas sighed deeply and then spoke aloud to the room once more. “Tomorrow I will make a choice about who to support.”


**Sorry I had to divide up the last three postings but I've only been able to type a little bit each day. Another thing: I know I don't go into major detail about each and every thing that happens in game, but I'm assuming nobody needs to read what they have probably played already. I am considering fleshing out this writing into more of a book format, but I had never intended for it to be that type of read. Initially I was just going to make it a journal but I couldn't help but ply a bit more of my creative ability to share my style of playthrough. I'm really enjoying writing this. It's been a while since I felt satisfied with my creative pursuits. Enjoy!

[DreGregoire]

I couldn't resist posting this more detailed pic of Aonghas' clothes that Leliana picked out for him *winks*
And of course I used scm_duskrobes, winter forge, and nez_dyekit to make it so awesome thanks to the makers of those <3





Here's another one where you can see more of the metalic detail shining. heh Sorry I'm just loving the detail. LOL

Modifié par DreGregoire, 28 juillet 2010 - 04:56 .

[DreGregoire]

Reflections Thirteen:
When we left Orzammar I felt a confusing rush of emotions surging through me. We had spent more time in Orzammar than we had anywhere else. It was a time to regroup and steady ourselves for the times ahead. It was a time to discover more about ourselves and to learn to share more about ourselves with each other. It was a place where new love; that had been discovered in the trip between Orzammar and the Circle of Magi and back to Orzammar, grew stronger and changed everything.

I left Orzammar with a renewed confidence in my abilities. It had been a hard adjustment going from being a Cousland rushing into battle at the head of the party to allowing the others to rush in first. I found it hard to stay in the background using my staff to attack enemies instead of shield and sword. For a time I had tried to fight in clothing with shield and sword but after receiving a serious wound that laid me up for a few days Wynne and the others demanded I see reason. It’s different being more of a support fighter. Wynne’s teaching helped me the most in the beginning and I certainly felt better about not taking her into such dangerous situations.

Part of me still wants to wear heavy armor and hit things with my sword, but Alistair had pointed out that I didn’t even have armor to wear that is suitable. I will definitely get armor at some point and wear shield and sword again but for now as we travel from place to place it makes sense to go dressed as I am; besides, Leliana always has this silly yet sweet grin on her face as she brushes dirt off my clothes after a long days travel. “You know this outfit truly suits you.” I could still hear Alistair’s laughter as Leliana chastised me for getting one of the leather gauntlets cut and then managing to tear it when I got caught on a tree branch; and I couldn’t control my own laughter as he repaired it with a sheepish look when she took offense to his laughter. “If you think it’s so funny, Alistair, you can fix it! I know you learned that skill in the monastery.”

We found a Dalish tribe who needs our help against werewolves so we’ll help them in hopes that they will in turn aid us against the blight. We were attacked at camp not to long ago so things are definitely heating up. We’ll need to be much more vigilant from here on.



Battle Wounds

Aonghas Cousland dodged to the side avoiding the swipe of one attackers sword, but as he spun around his shield was knocked to the side by a second Hurlock and a third slashed his sword across Aonghas’ ribs. Aonghas swayed barely able to stand as blood rushed from the wound that cut straight across the front of his lower ribs. Ser Gilmore suddenly appeared pushing the attackers away from him. Aonghas felt himself starting to fall but a strong armored arm wrapped around his body pressing firmly against the wound causing him to hiss in pain. Moments later Aonghas could feel himself lifted with the same arm and carried away from the fighting. Through a haze he watched Zevran and Ser Gilmore kill the remaining darkspawn.

“Zevran, please get Wynne. Ser Gilmore, help me disarm him.” As Alistair’s voice vibrated in Aonghas’ head he couldn’t help but wonder who ‘him’ was, but when Ser Gilmore came and took Aonghas’ sword and removed his shield the young man realized Alistair was talking about him. Aonghas struggled to move to stand on his own but the armored arm tightened against his ribs. “Don’t move until Wynne gets here, Aonghas.” Aonghas watched as Ser Gilmore removed Alistair’s shield from the arm that wasn’t holding to his middle and it was then he realized it had to be Alistair holding him. Suddenly Aonghas remembered he was angry at Alistair that day so he struggled to move away. “Aonghas, please, if I let you go the bleeding will kill you before Wynne can get here.” Aonghas froze at the words and stared down at the arm holding to his ribs; he was just wondering if he should try to heal himself when darkness closed in around him.

Aonghas woke beside the fire with Alistair sitting on the ground beside him. “This is the end of this Aonghas. You will not lead the charge again. You are needed too much to risk yourself in the front lines.” Aonghas closed his eyes against his fellow Grey Wardens commands. “I am not just saying it this time. It’s an order.”

Aonghas' gaze met Alistairs fierce glare and with a heavy sigh Aonghas nodded, “As you wish, My Prince.” Alistair looked angry for a moment and then he stood and strode away. Wynne came then and expressed the same sentiment of no more leading the charge. Leliana had pretty much the same to say but she made sure to lament the difficulty of repairing his lovely clothing.

Modifié par DreGregoire, 03 août 2010 - 07:36 .

[DreGregoire]

Authors Note: Hey all just a little warning. Things will get more heated as time goes by. So if you don't want to hear about angst and all; this story isn't going to turn out pleasant for you.


The Shadier Side of Aonghas
            Aonghas, Zevran, Leliana, and Oghren carefully slipped through the estate making the least amount of noise as possible. Aonghas was bound and determined to make a name for himself as an all around thief and burglar; of course, his real name would never be known but he would know it was his work. Aonghas had only agreed to take the dwarf with them because Alistair had insisted that he have a warrior with him. Alistair seemed to fear that he and Aonghas’ were still targets and therefore in danger. Surprisingly the drunken dwarf moved quietly once you took him out of his armor and put him into leather.
            “No… Aonghas! Back off take the rear; allow Zevran and Oghren to take the front.” Aonghas could barely hear Leliana’s voice over the blood rushing through his head and the clang of shield and sword as he rushed into battle against the guards of the home they were burglarizing. Finally the guards in the room were all defeated and Leliana and then Zevran rushed to Aonghas. “You aren’t hurt are you?” Leliana’s voice sounded worried.
            “What? No. Of course I’m not!”
            “Are you sure? You are covered in blood.” Zevran asked in his heavy accent as he and Leliana pawed at Aonghas looking for wounds.
            “Stop it. I’m fine and it is not my blood.”
            “Come now lad put up the shield and sword and use your staff.” Aonghas turned and glared at Zevran, but the elf continued speaking without looking at Aonghas, “You know what Alistair would say.”
            “What?!” Aonghas struggled to control his rising anger but failed. “Alistair isn’t here!” Zevran shrugged and turned away as Aonghas’ glare fastened on him. “Well is he?” Zevran didn’t answer but he and Oghren exchanged a look. “We wouldn’t be here at all if Alistair had his way. I don’t happen to care what he says or not. I am the leader of this group not him.”
            “You can not expect us to let you do this? It is selfish of you to not consider how your actions will reflect on us. Alistair would not be pleased if we brought you back injured. He made it clear to you that you were not to fight with shield and sword in your current gear. Yes?”
            “I’m in charge here Zevran. I do not care what kind of pack you and Alistair made regarding me, but you will not control my actions by threatening me with Alistair. Now let’s get out of here before we are caught, this is obviously some kind of set up.”
 
            Aonghas could feel the blush in his cheeks as he paused to talk to his comrades “I want to apologize to you three. I should not have spoken to you like I did. I know you were all just trying to look out for me. The things I said were unfair and inappropriate. I hope that you can forgive me. Sometimes I don’t know why I say and do things that I know are wrong.”
            “You are a good lad, Aonghas. We trust in you to make the right decisions when it counts. I know that you and Alistair have had a very difficult relationship; it is only natural for you to react in a negative manner when the fragility of your relationship is threatened. I also should not have said the things I did. I did not mean to undermine your leadership. You fought well. I suggest we start looking for armor for you.”
            “And we should go to a tavern and get you drunk. You are a bit high strung at times, lad,” announced Oghren with his answer for everything.
            “I don’t know that it is wise to go to a tavern but I saw some lovely armor that with a few modifications would be perfect for Aonghas!” Leliana’s voice had that far away sound like she was already shopping.
            “Hey woman armor isn’t supposed to be lovely! He’s a lad; not a lass!”
            “Just because he is male and not female, Oghren; does not mean he shouldn’t look good in his armor.”

Modifié par DreGregoire, 06 août 2010 - 10:55 .

[DreGregoire]

Escaping Fort Drakon
            Aonghas awoke cold because he was only in his small clothes and he found his head resting on Alistair’s left leg. When he sat up he groaned and clutched at the lump on the back of his head. The last thing he remembered was a guard ordering him to shut up and when he hadn’t his world had exploded with pain and then darkness filled his vision. He looked around at the cell they had been placed in and then turned to face Alistair. “Are you alright?”
            “Yes, apparently you were too chatty for them. I think I can remember the way out.”
            “You don’t think the others will come?”
            “Even if they did would you want them to get into that kind of trouble.”
            “So we break out then; or more specifically I pick the lock to get us out.”
            “Can you do it without your tools?”
            Aonghas laughed and reached for one such tool that he kept clipped to his hair behind his ear, he hissed as one of his hairs it was clipped to got snagged and ripped out. “I only made the mistake of not being prepared once.”
            “Yes I remember when Zevran and Leliana went to bail you out.” Alistair’s tone was wry and disapproving but Aonghas choose to ignore him. “Thankfully you were in disguise. You are lucky the guards here don’t suspect Aonghas Cousland to be the Dark Wolf.”
            “Of course I could magic the lock too but where’s the challenge? Zevran told you about that?”
            Alistair shook his head at the younger man’s bravado. “Yes as did Leliana and Oghren. You didn’t really expect them not to talk about your success did you?” Aonghas didn’t answer as he continued to work on the lock. When Alistair heard the lock click and open after Aonghas had only been at it for a short time a smile stretched his lips and he stood moving to the door as Aonghas opened it. The guard outside was started and Alistair easily incapacitated him. They found their gear in a chest near by and they had only taken two steps into the next room when they were spotted and attacked by guards. They defeated the guards and moved further away from their cell.
 
            “I really wish you would stop doing that!”
            “Stop doing what?”
            “Rushing in and pushing me to the side when we are fighting.”
            “I’m the one who is supposed to rush in first. You know you’ll never be as strong as I am. I always will be stronger than you; you should just let me go first.”
            “Look, I’m not going to argue with you and of course I know you are stronger than me and always will be. That doesn’t mean that I’m not a great fighter. I’m actually better at fighting than you.”
            “I didn’t say you weren’t a great fighter. I was just trying to explain why I push you aside in a fight. And you are so not a better fighter than I am.”
            “Just because you are stronger than me doesn’t mean you should push me out of the way. I’m not some fragile flower that needs your protection.”
            “Oh, blast it! We don’t have time for this now. What do you have there?”
            “Guard armor; there is one in each of our sizes. Lucky us.”
            “Right, lucky, let’s hope we can pull it off. Don’t get creative if you have to talk to people. Hey wait. Did you hear me?”
            “I heard you. Let’s go!”
            Needless to say Aonghas tried to get creative when talking to people and they were found out and had to fight their way out of Fort Drakon. Just as they were to the exit they found Morrigan and Leliana trying to get in to rescue them.

[DreGregoire]

Aonghas, Leliana, and Alistair before Landsmeet.
Aonghas is wearing armor hand picked out for him by Leliana.
Alistair's in his brother's armor.

Modifié par DreGregoire, 06 août 2010 - 11:17 .

[DreGregoire]

Reflections Fourteen:
We have all of our treaties fulfilled and after scouring Denerim for information to use against Loghain we are ready to confront him. Alistair must be made King for Ferelden’s sake and Loghain must be made to pay for his crimes against King and country. I will return to this reflection after the landsmeet.
 
I rejoin this reflection much later than I had anticipated. I want to say things didn’t turn out the way they should but that wouldn’t be the whole truth. As planned Alistair will be King of Ferelden and Loghain paid for his crimes with his life. Anora had backstabbed us in the landsmeet and we were unable to get a full consensus because of it. Arl Eamon highhandedly ordered us to fight for our freedom when Loghain ordered us executed. The fighting was stopped before there were any deaths and the day was decided by one on one combat between Loghain and me. I won and I believe I would have made my family proud by my actions. I was stunned at how cold hearted Alistair seemed when he killed Loghain. I don’t know why I was because I knew how Alistair felt about the man. I felt something wrench inside me as Loghain was killed in front of his own daughter. I knew something had changed about Alistair when he accepted the honor of ruling Ferelden.
 
So as you see things went well considering all things; however, there was one hitch to this that makes me want to rage and scream in despair. I had set out to gain the upper hand between Alistair and I months and months ago and I had been successful to a degree. I hadn’t started out having strong feelings for my fellow grey warden. My plan had just been to use everything within my power to gain the upper hand and I did. I was successful for a time and then Goldanna happened and I had told Alistair that everybody is out for themselves and he should learn that. I did not see my error until later on, but it was a grievous one; that slowly ate away at the power I held over my fellow grey warden. And then… the landsmeet and after… Alistair ended our relationship moments after our triumph in the landsmeet. I couldn’t and still can’t believe it. I did try to talk him around to changing his mind but he apologized as he refused. I thought I was the one running things and then he turned it on me and now… it’s over. Months ago when I set out to seduce Alistair I would have told people that it was just a way to gain power. Somehow my feelings became more than that. Somehow without me realizing it my adolescent heart had betrayed me. Somehow I lost everything. I don’t have the time or luxury to deal with these feelings. I see the others watching me with fear in their eyes… fear that I will crack and be unable to do what I need to. I want to tell them that I am fine but they would see the lie. 

You know what? After writing all of this I’m angry now! I can’t believe he would do this now when everything is so dependent on us being at our best. Even as I write I can feel the rage building within me at everyone and everything. The archdemon will perish if it’s the last thing I do! What does it matter what is between Alistair and I right now? One or both of us may not survive the blight, but we will defeat the archdemon first!


This may be the last reflection I ever write.
I am Aonghas; Grey Warden of Ferelden; son of Bryce Cousland; and mage of the Circle of Magi

Modifié par DreGregoire, 07 août 2010 - 12:09 .

[DreGregoire]

Took a break from writing to learn about video making and I've been doing that non stop for a couple of days. The result is a youtube video of Alistair and Aonghas, I hate everything about you stage, but I love you brother grey warden. Heh! Anyways I'll post a link, but don't sue me if I do it wrong haha. I know it isn't great quality but I'm excited to be learning a new skill.

[Gilgamesh1138]

WOOT!!!! MOAR please! So, good! and I love the pictures...I am loving the details too! In the words of Shale..."Ooooh, shiny!" *HUGS* I hope you had a great holiday season, and I hope you have a great new year D!

[DreGregoire]

Gilgamesh1138 wrote...

WOOT!!!! MOAR please! So, good! and I love the pictures...I am loving the details too! In the words of Shale..."Ooooh, shiny!" *HUGS* I hope you had a great holiday season, and I hope you have a great new year D!

*giggles*  Thanks for the encouragment.  I had great holidays, people are loud here on news years eve pounding pans setting off fireworks and all. Hope you had a great holiday season too and much luck in the new year.

Modifié par DreGregoire, 02 janvier 2011 - 10:36 .

[DreGregoire]

DreGregoire wrote...

Took a break from writing to learn about video making and I've been doing that non stop for a couple of days. The result is a youtube video of Alistair and Aonghas, I hate everything about you stage, but I love you brother grey warden. Heh! Anyways I'll post a link, but don't sue me if I do it wrong haha. I know it isn't great quality but I'm excited to be learning a new skill.

Here's video two. Alistair and Aonghas in the falling romantically in love stage. Lotsa kissing, but still no smut. Don't expect any either. ahahaha. It's over seven minutes long and the song had to playthrough twice but I didn't have the heart to cut out the important bits. Enjoy



*hugz*

[DreGregoire]

DreGregoire wrote...

DreGregoire wrote...

Took a break from writing to learn about video making and I've been doing that non stop for a couple of days. The result is a youtube video of Alistair and Aonghas, I hate everything about you stage, but I love you brother grey warden. Heh! Anyways I'll post a link, but don't sue me if I do it wrong haha. I know it isn't great quality but I'm excited to be learning a new skill.

Here's video two. Alistair and Aonghas in the falling romantically in love stage. Lotsa kissing, but still no smut. Don't expect any either. ahahaha. It's over seven minutes long and the song had to playthrough twice but I didn't have the heart to cut out the important bits. Enjoy



*hugz*

And a third one in a much darker tone. no kissing no smut just Aonghas and Alistairs world

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MrY8mi3CD_w

[DreGregoire]

DreGregoire wrote...

DreGregoire wrote...

DreGregoire wrote...

Took a break from writing to learn about video making and I've been doing that non stop for a couple of days. The result is a youtube video of Alistair and Aonghas, I hate everything about you stage, but I love you brother grey warden. Heh! Anyways I'll post a link, but don't sue me if I do it wrong haha. I know it isn't great quality but I'm excited to be learning a new skill.

Here's video two. Alistair and Aonghas in the falling romantically in love stage. Lotsa kissing, but still no smut. Don't expect any either. ahahaha. It's over seven minutes long and the song had to playthrough twice but I didn't have the heart to cut out the important bits. Enjoy



*hugz*

And a third one in a much darker tone. no kissing no smut just Aonghas and Alistairs world

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MrY8mi3CD_w

and here's a fourth one that is dedicated to my Aonghas Dragon Age Origins Playthrough.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qe3rn46AtN0

Heh, Now I should get back to writing

[DreGregoire]

Hey everybody, as I mentioned in the running fanfiction thread. I am doing a rewrite of this story. I will be posting it on fanfiction as a chapter book but for right now I figured I would throw some of it on this thread. Just little pieces of it here and there. I hope that it will give people a better insight into the most spoiled grey warden to ever grace the dragon age world ahahah. Enjoy as this first tease sens us into Aonghas' past.


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Apprentices in the Circle of Magi

Fifteen year old Jowan stood just outside Enchanter Irving’s study watching for the upper tower door guard to return from the stock room. Jowan stiffened as he saw the templar guard and he whispered urgently, “Aonghas the guard is returning.” Aonghas didn’t answer right away and Jowan hissed louder, “Aonghas, the guard. I don’t want to get punished.”

Jowan heard a soft swearing and then a triumphant, “Got it. Go stand on the stairs like you are debating going up and quickly, Jowan.” Jowan hastily scurried across and down the hall to mount the stairs as the guard passed the chantry chapel.

Jowan shifted nervously as the guard looked at him with suspicion. “What are you doing here, boy?”

Jowan saw thirteen year old Aonghas pop his head out of the doorway and gaze his way. Jowan looked over his shoulder at the door behind him trying to keep the templar guard’s attention, “What’s up there?” The guard looked to the door and then back to Jowan. Jowan shivered in nervousness but was surprised at how well he was handling things. “I mean I know what I’ve been told but since I’m not allowed up there I can’t help but think there is more to it.”

As the guard began to speak Jowan could see Aonghas move swiftly down the hall and the younger boy stopped by the chantry chapel to make it look like he had come from within. Jowan didn’t really pay attention to what the guard told him but he was sure it was the same thing everybody else had told them, but at that moment Aonghas called out. “There you are, Jowan. I’m done in the chapel. Let’s go before we are late to class.”

The guard turned and gave Aonghas a hard look, “Keep your voice down, boy.” The templar turned back to Jowan and smiled, “Best get a move on.”

Jowan dashed down the stairs and joined Aonghas in a hurried walk for the stock room and the lower level stairs where the apprentices lived.

Ten minutes later the two were sitting on Aonghas’ bunk laughing as they reviewed the event when an older apprentice sauntered up to them with his friends crowding around. “So, love birds, did you get what I asked for?”

“I’ve told you before not to confuse mine and Jowan’s friendship with your perverted fantasies, Jason,” answered Aonghas in a snide tone and he glared fiercely at the older mage apprentice. As the older boy began to look dangerous Aonghas spoke again, “Of course we have it. Do you have the coin?”

The older boy grinned in pleasure and stretched out his hand to show the silver piece. Aonghas reached behind him and pulled out the scroll the older boy had requested he recover for him. The older boy snatched the scroll from him and then closed his hands over the silver before pocketing it.

“Hey, you better give us that coin,” shouted Jowan in anger.

“Watch your tone with me, Jowan, or I’ll give you a beating,” the older boy sneered.

Jowan flushed in anger as the group began to walk away and he was about to speak up when Aonghas spoke. “You will either pay us the agreed upon amount or I will destroy the scroll.” Jowan turned to look at Aonghas to find the younger boy sitting calmly with eyes blazing in fury.

Jowan felt himself pushed aside as Jason stormed over to stand towering over Aonghas. “What did you say to me? You would dare to threaten me?” Jason switched the scroll to his left hand and raised his right hand; preparing to hit Aonghas. Jowan was about to defend his friend despite the consequences when he saw Aonghas gesture and the scroll burst into flame. Jason cried out in pain and dropped the burning scroll. The older boy danced around shaking his hand while making pained noises.

“Nobody makes a deal with me and then breaks it.” Jowan was glad at that moment that he was Aonghas' friend and not his enemy, but he was afraid the older boys would ignore the danger they were in and attack Aonghas.

“What’s burning,” yelled the dormitory’s senior mage as he and the dormitory’s templar guard rushed into the dormitory? The senior mage took in the situation and then quickly moved to Jason and put a gentle freezing spell on his burned hand. “How did this happen?” Nobody answered the mage and he grunted and squatted next to the ashes of the scroll to inspect them.

The templar had already noted the ashes of the scroll and was busy looking closely at each apprentice with his piercing stare. Jowan felt himself shift uncomfortably as the templar stared him down, but the templar dismissed him and looked to Aonghas. Jowan glanced quickly at Aonghas as the templar continued to stare at the younger boy. The younger apprentice sat intently as he watched the senior mage poke at the ruins of the scroll and as the senior mage shrugged in frustration at the lack of evidence a smile of triumph graced Aonghas’ lips. Jowan then realized that Aonghas wasn’t aware of the templar watching him. Jowan moved to block the view of the templar but it was too late because the templar strode forward and moved Jowan gently out of his way before grabbing hold of Aonghas’ arm and hauling him to his feet. Aonghas looked up at the templar in surprised alarm as the templar spoke. “Let’s take the injured boy and this one to the first enchanter and get to the bottom of this.”

Senior Mage Aaron seemed surprised for a moment but then he nodded and gripping Jason’s uninjured arm he lead him out of the room ahead of the templar. Jowan watched Aonghas dig his heels in for a moment before a sharp yank by Templar Knight Mason had him moving out of the room. Jowan could hear Aonghas moments after the door closed, “Unhand me. You are not allowed to touch me.” Jowan heard the templar speak in a warning tone but he couldn’t hear what was said but whatever it was it silenced his friend.

Aonghas shuddered as the templar Mason threatened him, “Be silent or I’ll give you reason to cry out against my hands on you.” Aonghas wasn’t totally sure what the templar meant but he stopped resisting and instead moved his legs of his own free will. As they moved quickly through the halls Aonghas found himself hard pressed to keep up with the longer legged people and as a result he kept receiving yanks on his captured arm to keep him even with the others. Aonghas could feel his arm starting to ache as they drew closer to the study.

The four paused outside of the First Enchanters study as a shouting mage was dragged out of the room by two templars. “You can’t keep me here forever, Irving. I haven’t done anything wrong but take a short trip. Other mages get to travel!”

Aonghas watched the mage being dragged down the hall while fighting the grip of the templars the whole way. Aonghas flinched when the templar gripping his arm leaned over him to speak quietly so only he could hear, “Maybe you would like to join him in the cells beneath the tower?”

The Knight Commander exited the study and paused to speak to the templar holding onto Aonghas. “Is this something I need to be involved with?” The templar respectfully told him that he had it under control and the Knight Commander headed to the stairs and disappeared into the upper tower.

“Who is next,” questioned an exasperated sounding First Enchanter Irving. Aonghas found himself hustled into the office after the mage and apprentice. Senior Mage Aaron entered first and released the hold he had on Jason. Aonghas shook his arm thinking that the templar would let him go, but the templar gave him a warning look and tightened his grip slightly. “What have we here, Aaron?” Irving took in the sight of the injured mage apprentice, “A training injury?”

“This happened in the dormitory, First Enchanter.” Irving look surprised at what Aaron told him and he turned to give a stern look to Jason as Aaron continued. “This is a burn from Jason holding a scroll that was set on fire.

“There is no magic allowed in the dormitory. Tell me what happened, Jason.” Aonghas glared fiercely at the back of Jason’s head until a painful tightening of the grip on his arm made him yelp and squirm. Irving’s attention was immediately on him. “What does the child have to do with this,” Irving questioned the other two adults?

Knight Templar Mason cleared his throat before speaking in his deep rumbling tones, “It is my belief that ‘this child’ is the one who caused the scroll to burn. When Senior Mage Aaron was unable to find any discernable evidence on the scroll this one had a self-satisfied smirk on his face.”

Irving frowned and then turned to Jason, “Is Aonghas the one who burned the scroll.” Aonghas watched as Jason nodded and then hung his head. “I see. Aaron, please take Jason to the healer to get his hand seen to.” Aonghas watched intently and when Jason looked up at him as he passed by Aonghas gave him a threatening look. Mason gave Aonghas a harsh shake that pulled another yelp out of the thirteen year old. “That will do, Ser Mason. Please return to guarding the dormitory.”

Aonghas rubbed his aching arm as the templar left the room and then he looked up to find the First Enchanter watching him carefully. “I didn’t do it,” Aonghas declared raising his chin in defiance. “Why did you let that templar manhandle me?”

“The templar was doing his duty as he saw fit. I can tell you are not being honest with me and I am very disappointed. Whatever happened between you and Jason is not to happen again. There is no magic use allowed in the dormitory, but you know this.” Aonghas opened and closed his mouth a few times trying to think of something to say but First Enchanter Irving continued without waiting for his response. “You are only allowed on the first floor for the next two weeks and I will inform your instructors to give you extra work to keep you busy during the two weeks.” Aonghas managed to look put upon and defiant at the same time as he opened his mouth to speak, but Irving held up a hand silencing him. “Go back to your dormitory now before you get yourself in more trouble.”

Aonghas thought about speaking up and arguing with the First Enchanter but one look at the mages stern face; which seemed to threatened further punishment if the mage wasn’t obeyed, made Aonghas nearly run out of the room.

Modifié par DreGregoire, 10 janvier 2011 - 07:35 .

[DreGregoire]

Note to the readers:

Hey all. These new posts will just be snippets of story that will be totally out of order. If reading this form of writing bothers you please wait until I let you know that I have posted to fanfiction (won't be anytime soon I think). If you don't mind get pieces of Aonghas' past then read on as I fulfil my desire to develop and share Aonghas' character more completely. *hugz* and Enjoy


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The Harrowing


Aonghas was on his way back to the dormitory when a templar called out his name. Aonghas turned and gave the templar the respect of acknowledging him, even as his pert tone showed disrespect, “You need something?”

Aonghas couldn’t tell if he had hit a nerve with templar because the templar wore his helm, but the man’s tone was calm and firm, “Your presence is requested by Knight Commander Greagoir and First Enchanter Irving. If you will follow me I will take you to them.”

Aonghas nervously followed the templar trying to remember if he had done anything recently that would incur the wrath of both heads of the circle tower. The last time had been a little over a year ago. He had finally succeeding in getting his ultimate revenge against a formal apprentice who had returned from his first trip as a mage. Aonghas chuckled as the memory replayed itself in his mind.

Mage Jason had just settled into one of the metal chairs in the travelers lounge when Aonghas peeked from behind a curtain in the room and gestured knocking over a vase on the table beside the chair managing to splash the water on the mage. Aonghas gestured again just as quickly and cast a freeze spell on the chair. As the mage shrieked and squirmed trying to dislodge his frozen clothes from the chair Aonghas pulled back behind the curtain with adrenaline surging through his system giving him that excited thrill he so often craved. Aonghas heard a familiar laugh from the hallway and he couldn’t help but peek out the edge of the curtain to see two templars holding onto the runaway mage Aonghas had first met when he was thirteen. The mage saw him and gave him a wink before the templars rushed him away. Quickly Aonghas pulled back behind the curtain as two templars entered the chamber to find out what the ruckus was. Aonghas was relieved that nobody checked behind the curtains and he couldn’t help but grin as he realized they all thought the runaway mage had been the one to do the deed.

A week had passed since the incident and Aonghas thought he was in the clear so he began to relax his guard. It was then that he was summoned to the First Enchanters Study and it didn’t even cross his mind that it was in regards to the incident from the week before. The sight of both tower heads, Jason, a couple of senior mages, and a multitude of templars awaiting his arrival caught the nearly seventeen year old by surprise. This time as the surge of adrenaline flowed through his veins Aonghas didn’t welcome it as he had when he had done the deed. Aonghas lied through his teeth, denying his involvement in the incident. Irving managed to look extremely disappointed as Aonghas repeated his declaration of innocence for the third time; whereas, Greagoir looked furious at the continued lies. The stalemate could have continued indefinitely if Irving hadn’t requested that one of the senior mages give Aonghas a vial of truth serum. Aonghas backed away from the approaching mage his blood thrumming through his veins. The idea of somebody being able to ask him anything and receive the truth was terrifying to him. “You have a choice, Aonghas. Confess to your actions willingly or drink the potion and confess to every misdeed you have ever done. That is the nature of the potion to make you confess all.”

Relieved to be given a second chance to avoid the potion Aonghas blurted out his confession. “I soaked Jason and froze him to the chair.” First Enchanter Irving ordered him to apologize to Jason immediately, which Aonghas did grudgingly. Irving then gave Aonghas a week to draft written apologies to Irving and Greagoir for the deed and for the dishonesty. Irving further detailed that Aonghas was to turn each letter in with two scrolls; one that contained the words, ‘I will not lie to First Enchanter Irving,’ repeated one thousand times; and the second that contained the words ‘I will not lie to Knight Commander Greagoir,’ repeated one thousand times.

Aonghas came back to the present as the templar and he passed up Irving’s study and headed up the stairs. Aonghas’ mind puzzled at where they could be heading as he flexed his writing hand in remembered pain. Every day of that week he had written out as many of the four thousand lines as he could before lights out and every night he went to bed with his hand cramping. He had trouble writing the apologies but he did manage to get it all done in the amount of time he was allowed. Aonghas shook his head as he thought about how closely Greagoir had taken to watching him when he was near. Jowan had been extremely sympathetic to Aonghas’ plight and the two grew closer for a time like they had when they were younger but soon enough the two drifted apart again as Aonghas poured all his time into studying.

Aonghas’ eyes widened as the guard gestured him up the stairs that he knew had to lead to the Harrowing chamber. Aonghas felt nervous as the templar followed him up the stairs and he looked around the chamber nervously as the two approached the center of the chamber.

“Magic exist to serve man, and never to rule over him,” intoned Knight Commander Greagoir as Aonghas joined them.

And so Aonghas’ Harrowing commences.

[DreGregoire]

DreGregoire wrote...

DreGregoire wrote...

DreGregoire wrote...

DreGregoire wrote...

Took a break from writing to learn about video making and I've been doing that non stop for a couple of days. The result is a youtube video of Alistair and Aonghas, I hate everything about you stage, but I love you brother grey warden. Heh! Anyways I'll post a link, but don't sue me if I do it wrong haha. I know it isn't great quality but I'm excited to be learning a new skill.

Here's video two. Alistair and Aonghas in the falling romantically in love stage. Lotsa kissing, but still no smut. Don't expect any either. ahahaha. It's over seven minutes long and the song had to playthrough twice but I didn't have the heart to cut out the important bits. Enjoy



*hugz*

And a third one in a much darker tone. no kissing no smut just Aonghas and Alistairs world

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MrY8mi3CD_w

and here's a fourth one that is dedicated to my Aonghas Dragon Age Origins Playthrough.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qe3rn46AtN0

Heh, Now I should get back to writing

Here's a new youtube video that I had fun making. It has the new Alistair. Phew redoing stuff takes time. Like almost all day. LOL

Sexy is back in the form of King Alistair. Enjoy.

http://www.youtube.c...gf?feature=mhum

[DreGregoire]

Chapter Three rewrite with some new content up at FanFiction.net


http://login.fanfict...2857&chapter=3/

[DreGregoire]

Mature rating Romance of Aonghas and Alistair started on FanFiction.net.  Nothing smutty yet but working up to it.

http://www.fanfictio...as_and_Alistair

[DreGregoire]

DreGregoire wrote...

Mature rating Romance of Aonghas and Alistair started on FanFiction.net.  Nothing smutty yet but working up to it.

http://www.fanfictio...as_and_Alistair

Page 4 is up and yes there is a bit of well, ummm, you know!

[DreGregoire]

DreGregoire wrote...

DreGregoire wrote...

Mature rating Romance of Aonghas and Alistair started on FanFiction.net.  Nothing smutty yet but working up to it.

http://www.fanfictio...as_and_Alistair

Page 4 is up and yes there is a bit of well, ummm, you know!

Page 5 is up and it's a bit steamy. erm malexmale reminder for those who aren't into that *winks*