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[Esbatty]

A multi-part post "Witch Hunt" story continuing the relationship and escapades of the Witch of the Wilds and the AWOL King-Consort of Ferelden, Vann Cousland as they travel across the lands "Beyond The Fade". So consider this spoileriffic if you have not touched or refuse to touch Witch Hunt, for whatever be your reasons.

CHAPTER 1 - Appels + Oranjes

Hours passed as they walked down the winding passages in silence. Her silhoutte danced in the circle of light at the end of the tunnel as she walked before him. Of all thoughts that crossed his mind only one narrowly escaped his lips.

"Morrigan - will you be my wife?"

Her haloed form stopped its careful saunter and slowly turned.

"What was that?"

"Ah, will you... will you marry me?"

Still cast in silhoutte, the Warden had no idea the expression locked in her features. Was she upset? Puzzled? Happy? Her tone spoke nothing but of the weariness of their journey since entering the Eluvian.

"Your. Wife", she repeated.

What was left of the cheese the Circle Mage, Finn had shared with him before his party entered the Dragonbone Wastes began to sour in his stomach.

"Oh I- just that... maybe since," he stuttered. Having addressed nobles, troops, commoners, and foreign envoys as both King and Commander of the Grey Wardens of Ferelden, this woman - this Witch of the Wilds was the only one who could halt his usually silvered tongue.

"Listen here, my Warden, and listen well", she spoke as she closed the distance between them. "Beyond good reason and all logic, throwing out everything I've ever been taught and learned through either Flemeth or experience, I waited for you beside that mirror. The urge to cross without you was very great but the temptation you pose to the- the weaker parts of my soul were far greater than I will ever admit to anyone either than my or your self."

A pregnant pause fell heavy across the tunnel, her words echoing into the shadows and dark.

"Now you ask me to marry you - to cage myself, bind my very existence to you through pomp and ceremony that has no meaning in the world we have just travelled to. Through traditions that also have no meaning to me other than some form of lawful slavery in the land of Ferelden."

Slowly the Warden's eyes adjusted as her features swam into his view, stern eyes slowly softened.

"You. You are my lover. The father of my child. And the only friend I've ever had in my life. You ask me to marry you, wear a label like some pet for the comfort of polite company and thus I say to you 'No'. But I do promise that I- I will remain loyal to you, My Love."

Her eyes searched his for a response. Or simply hurt or tears. Rather he dropped to one knee.

"Ugh, honestly-"

"Just give me a moment I want to give you something."

"I already said, 'No'.T'is no time for bedroll bantering we have somewhere to be."

Like a child he trimumphantly raised the cloth enveloped item over his head in a somewhat silent victory before standing back up and offering it to his partner.

"And what is this?"

"What? Its strange that I give you gifts? You never questioned them before."

"Fine."

Morrigan's hands pulled the item free of the thick, carefully folded material that swaddled it, and she winced as bright light pained her eyes for a moment.

"Your gift has blinded me so."

"Sorry."

She blinked away the spots and in her hands rested a mirror. Its delicate gold inlays depicting the exact scenes and creatures as the mirror Flemeth had shattered in her youth.

"Where?"

"Orzammar. From that lyrium addled merchant that kept asking you if lunch was ready."

With fingers tracing the details crafted into its surface, she looked back to the Warden and simply stared at him her lips just barely parted.

"I purchased it after we returned from The Deep Roads while you and Ohgren were arguing."

"The drunken oaf."

"It was I who made a point to cast his gaze on your - assets."

"You fiend."

"It's the Taint it compels me to most devious ventures."

"I- thank you. But that was years ago and you gave each of us many treasures in gratitude why hold back- this one in particular?"

"Its a tradition. The groom often gives the bride a token of affection on the morning after the wedding night. Yet the gift cannot just be any bauble or silks but something significant. Something from the heart, and since yours has been broken all these years I thought this could begin its mend."

Morrigan hugged the mirror to her chest and shut her eyes.

"I already said that I am not your bride."

"As I understood from your very subtle warning, but since we've reached the precipice of our relationship and understand where we- uhh- stand, I thought this was the appropriate moment to give you this."

The Warden approached even closer to his love and witnessed her tears. The slow trickle running down her face and neck and wetting the mirror's finish. He brought his face close for a kiss but...

"You do know this is the most you've ever spoken to any one person, yes?", Morrigan breaking the moment, her eyes still firmly shut.

"Yes," the Warden whispered, "but I do believe you deserve the very most from me".

She blinked away the tears, "Fool."

And they kissed.

Modifié par Esbatty, 06 mars 2011 - 12:47 .

[Tigress M]

Very nice beginning!

[Morrigans God son]

I want moreeeee! =P

[Esbatty]

Thank you, and thank you. More is coming later this week. It'll be a tad longer this time tho.

[TheBlackBaron]

Couple of technical mistakes, but nothing that broke the flow or made it harder to read. Solid beginning, I look forward to more.

[Esbatty]

TheBlackBaron wrote...

Couple of technical mistakes, but nothing that broke the flow or made it harder to read. Solid beginning, I look forward to more.

Thanks for reading, yeah I'm used to having an editor proof  my work for me, or at least some kinda Word program to check my spelling and word usage. Instead this was done solo, in notepad, at 4am while at work... so consider ME surprised to hear there are only a little bit of tech issues with it.

Eventually I'll get to editing it, as now that mistakes have been mentioned, its gonna bother me and I'll revise it. lol

[Esbatty]

CHAPTER 2 - Blood and Fire


Their kiss quickly turned to a more full-bodied embrace, the once cool tunnel air quickly warmed around their bodies. Her fingers dug into his hair and audibly scratched across his back armor.
 
"Mmm, no - not now," Morrigan reluctantly pushed him away. "Time works differently here. The more we waste, the longer we are apart from him, any number of unforeseen dangers-".
 
"I understand, its just been a very, very long time."
 
Morrigan's eyes narrowed, "right."
 
Cousland adjusted his black plate armor long ago acquired during a foray into the Fade-ridden Blackmarsh.
 
"What?"
 
"No, we're moving onward."
 
"Honestly, what is it Morrigan? What is bothering you?"
 
She trudged ahead in silence. The Warden sighed before falling into step beside his raven-haired temptress. Daring not even a side glance, Morrigan's lips drew together thinly. It was true, it'd been years and now this long walk of theirs through ominous rocky passages was actually so much than he had hoped for.
 
"Morrigan, I came here with you, to be with you, to be a family. Part of being a family is helping each other. Help me understand. What did I do to upset you?", he deigned to ask.
 
Balling her hands into tight, white fists she loosed a long hiss of breath before she addressed him.
 
"You already have a wife. A queen. You have already expressed how deeply marriage means to you and yet here you are with your lover ignoring your previous entanglements. What am I to think of that? Did you provide her with a meaningful gift after- after- ugh."
 
The Warden was struck dumb for a moment, the battle between his feelings and any remant of logic he still possessed were caught in a deadlock. With mouth agape he simply stuttered out a short series of half coughs.
 
"Exactly, you have nothing to say. There doesn't need to be as you're already here with me - and with no way to back out. This is important and my curiosity has already taken me far too far into your doings in my absence so we need not speak of this any further, but do not think I will easily forget-"
 
Cousland tossed his helmet aside, the clatter echoed through the tunnels.
 
"You left me and asked- no no - made me promise not to follow. I laid with you that night, if only to have you one more day at my side. You meant that much to me and still do. Yes, you left and made it very clear this that is happening now wouldn't be happening, as it is happening now. I am the second born son of the late Teyrn of Highever, as a noble and a Cousland we are raised to do our duty for our land as well as for the people under the Crown. So I moved on, the marriage with Anora was to try to help Alistair be a free man to pursue his life as a Warden and provide the people with a leader they... deserve."
 
"Well that certainly worked out well enough."
 
"Yes, regrettably he left. We certainly needed more Wardens and Loghain-"
 
"How conveniently he would become your Father-in-Law."
 
"You are an impossible woman."
 
"You truly do inspire others."
 
Another moment of quiet passed between them.
 
"Shall we move on now, to meet your-"
 
"I took another Grey Warden to bed in my time as Commander of the Grey", he spouted far too fast in a single breath.
 
"Son?", her question's ending hung in the air.
 
"We both had lost everything we cared about and Anora was never keen on producing an heir - or any semblance of a Family. Even Loghain was warmer towards me. It was only a one time happening. Other than Oghren, she was the only one of the recruits that knew about you. We clashed more than once over my time at Vigil's Keep, but I'll spare you the frivolities."
 
"No go on, I want to know about ALL of your conquests. Just thrilling."
 
Ignoring her sarcasm he continued, "It was a single night, and morning, but it was only that because no one can replace you. Even when I believe I'm never to see you again. You are unlike any person I've ever met or will ever meet. Dammit all, I've met Desire Demons that were certainly far less subtle than you and they never -  moved me."
 
"Ah yes, the man who straddled two realms."
 
"Ugh, I'm dying here."
 
"T'would probably be some sort of blessing to you at this time would it not?"
 
"Lets - just keep onward. I really do want to see my Son."
 
"It truly is a wonder how we didn't just up and perish under your leadership."
 
"I - I had you", he offered. His revelations having moved her in no way he wished her feelings to go.
 
She stooped low and deftly snatched up his helmet. Cousland reached for it but she turned away and simply rested it between her forearm and hip. Now he wouldn't be able to hide his quiet sulking for the remainder of their walk.
 
The light at the end of the passages began to dim over time, in his travels The Warden was acutely aware of the shifts in the time due to the changing of the season in the various parts of Ferelden.
 
The change in the daylight hours were far different in this... world? In his pursuit of Morrigan and reconnecting after the scant years between the death of the Archdemon and now it never fully registered that he was no longer in his Kingdom, nor any of the far reaches of the Thedas. 'Beyond The Fade' she said. Just how far beyond or rather what is beyond.
 
Men under his command during the Siege of Vigil's Keep, who had suffered near fatal wounds had spoken to him of seeing lights at... no. It couldn't be.
 
"Morrigan... are we - dead?"
 
She found earnestness in his voice so she stayed her freshly sharpened tongue.
 
"Perhaps. Have you been reliving any more slices of amorous life?"
 
"What?! No."
 
"Well neither have I, so no. We are not, but we are quickly approaching the place where Spirits do roam."
 
"And we're not dead?"
 
"No, not by any definition accepted by The Chantry if that is what you're asking."
 
"If we were dead wouldn't we join The Maker?"
 
"I have no inkling as to the grand rewards granted to The Maker's believers, but we humble few that share not your views, go here. And by this logic, you joining me through the Eluvian have thus deigned to avoid the entire process of wound or illness borne transport to this realm of the Spirit, are blaspheming and thus able to be here and not ... elsewhere, as you were led to believe."
 
"Oh", he replied, coming near shoulder to shoulder with his beloved, careful not to let the pauldrons of his armor disturb the careful arrangement of feathers that clad her lovely pale flesh of her shoulder.
 
"Oh?", she asked raising a curious brow.
 
"What? I can't 'understand' all the complexities of some Elven-Tevinter ritual dreamed up ages ago?"
 
"I find you normally understand two methods of solving issues either through talking or stabbing your problems away."
 
"Drinking works too. Its the stabbing man's sorcery."
 
"Fool", she spoke, taking his hand into hers, their fingers locking about one another.
 
"Witch."
 
As they approached the mouth of their final passage, he gazed out onto the strange land that lay before them, as the stars settled into the night sky.

[Morrigans God son]

You must continue!

Keep it up.

[Esbatty]

Morrigans God son wrote...

You must continue!
Keep it up.

Thanks much!

CHAPTER 3 - Nothing Else Matters


Even in the starlight the landscape could easily be described as flat, red land. From the gaping maw of the rocky tunnel Morrigan and Cousland made out just long stretches of flat near barren plains. No moon hung in the strange skies above the pair, but the stars that dotted it shone brightly and bathed everything in a demure silver tone.
 
Morrigan handed her beloved his black, winged helmet before slowly lowering herself from the outcropping of the tunnel and carefully landing on the earth below. He watched her from his elevated perch at the tunnel's mouth as she seemed to move her head in a systematic manner snuffing like an animal at the dry air.
 
"Like a Mabari", he chuckled quietly to himself.
 
"What was that?"
 
"Nothing... my sweet."
 
"Hush your prattle, I need to find him. They shouldn't be that far off."
 
"They?"
 
Her head snapped around and cast a stiletto-sharp glance that quickly shut up the once Hero of Ferelden. Clad from neck to toe in the armor worn by the first slayer of the Archdemon Dumat, he found himself quickly at a disadvantage trying to scale or jump down the short distance from the passage's mouth to the ground below. With a long sigh he began the careful, near torturously long and hopefully quiet enough process of stripping it off and stowing it piece by piece in his pack. By the time he finished and made it down, he found Morrigan biting her own thumb in a rather careful but nervous manner.
 
"Are you alright?", he whispered.
 
She dismissed him with a wet murmur and a wave of her free hand while still gnawing on herself. The Warden bristled at the sight, she had insisted the child - their child was somewhere safe, and from the state he found her in and the look of this barren scape doubts swam into his mind. There was so much he found himself unsure about, in spite of the claims of the bonds of love and devotion, he had no clue as to what he has stepped into. A land populated by the spirits of the dead, and yet it was unlike The Fade. Here this place was empty and static. Feeling no familiar whistle and caress of the wind, no insects scuttling or chirping about in the twilight. It was so foreign, alien, it was nothing like his unwanted escapades in The Fade, nor anything close to the Chantry's expounding on the infernal endgame that was to befall nonbelievers.
 
He should have paid attention to Zevran's tips and impromptu lesson on tracking live quarry. In spite of his city side upbringing, the once son of a Dalish mother was well versed in tracking man and beast in the wild. Instead the Warden found himself lightly gripping the ever-shifting ring Morrigan gave him, feeling it change shape over and over again. The ring that connected them and allowed her to feel his presence wherever he may be, was all that he had of Morrigan, and seemingly in trade he had given her a son. Did he even have a name? He never bothered to ask. Did he look at all like Father or more like his Mother? Cousland winced at the idea the child resembled anything of Flemeth.
 
The familiar sound of Morrigan spitting broke his train of thought.
 
"They're not to far from here, but we must hurry, for they must be out of the stores I left for him by now", she spoke as she wiped at a smear of blood at the corner of her mouth.
 
"Are you sure you are feeling right? You seemed awfully worried."
 
"No, 'tis simply blood magic and I did not have my dagger on my person. I- will be fine once we reach him."
 
Cousland nodded, then retrieved his pack and followed her off into the night.
 
Without the armor he felt a bit more dexterous and was able to keep to the Witch's pace as they strode across the parched face of the land. The red grit clung to the leather footing he quickly tied to his feet when he removed the plated boots. To the Warden it was as if they chased a dream that had been haunting him for the past 2 years and now he'd finally awake - to the truth.
 
"Does he have a name?"
 
Sweat had clung to her exposed flesh and Morrigan wiped it free from her forehead before answering.
 
"Who? I mean, No, I never bothered. Why?"
 
"But why didn't you?"
 
"We'd move much more speedily if we dispensed with the idle chatter."
 
"I want to know why our Son has no name. Its always 'Son' or 'Child' with you but never 'Tomas' or 'Gilly' or anything."
 
"Gilly?"
 
"I knew a Gilly once, he later inherited and became Lord Guilfore. Terrible at cards, always cheated."
 
"T'was how... Mother raised me. I chose my own name. From a book, not some childhood hooligan with gambling troubles."
 
"I wasn't so fortunate, or maybe I was. Who knows I might have named myself after a war hound or some form of weapon like Dirk or Lance. Yes - Lance."
 
"Absolutely not. 'Tis the soul of an Old God bound in mortal form - to flesh. He will chose his own name when the time comes."
 
"Okay, okay, I understand."
 
"Good because I will not have you turn him into some mewling of a whelp out of some fool sense of sentiment."
 
"The Couslands do not raise weaklings and cowards. I and my brother survived The Blight on our own terms."
 
"Did not my Mother save you from a fleshy pincushion's fate?"
 
"I am a charmer, if nothing else. Hopefully beyond all the ancient arcane power and your mental fortitude, I can imbue at least that much into him."
 
She cast a sideways glance of disbelief at her travelling companion before shaking her head and then increasing her speed. His laughter closely followed.

Modifié par Esbatty, 23 octobre 2010 - 11:21 .

[naledgeborn]

2nd to last line made me lol.

[Esbatty]

naledgeborn wrote...

2nd to last line made me lol.

Hot damn that means you read the whole damn thing. I am most pleased. Glad you laughed, Vann is coming out more jestier than I originally envisioned.

...

EDit: Gah, gotta stop typing like morrigan talks 'tis most disturbing.

Modifié par Esbatty, 23 octobre 2010 - 12:04 .

[Morrigans God son]

'Tis very dark indeed. I love it!

[Lord_Anthonior]

Now that's being a good father, there are some important things in fatherhood and one is to teach the son such things...if not, well...there is always blood magic lol.

[Esbatty]

Lord_Anthonior wrote...

Now that's being a good father, there are some important things in fatherhood and one is to teach the son such things...if not, well...there is always blood magic lol.

Ah yes, always blood magic. Muahahahahahaha

[Esbatty]

CHAPTER 4 - Everlong


A flicker in the distance drew his lingering eyes away from Morrigan's backside. Every stride brought the faint light into view, something obscured it but it wasn't long before the tiny flames were visible. A figure sat hunched in front of it, rocking back and forth to a noiseless rhythm.
 
Morrigan's pace dropped considerably, despite all their time travelling together on foot across the face of Ferelden he had never seen her carry herself so fleetly even when their party was chased by hordes of battle-eager Darkspawn minions. As he caught up to her side he saw relief wash over her countenance. Her calm demeanor returned as they strolled up to the meager encampment.
 
"Omen", she spoke aloud, addressing the hooded figure.
 
A low shushing noise was issued in reply.
 
"He's sleeping," Morrigan offered to The Warden.
 
"I find it is what children do best."
 
With a gentle gesture of her hand she bade her lover quiet as she drew up alongside the hunched form. The Warden simply watched on as the two exchanged careful whispers, huddled over a large bundle of cloth and rags. Morrigan lifted the bundle from the hooded figure and cradled it in her arms, and within a small opening in the cloth he watched as she lowered her head ever so close.
 
Moments later she brought the swaddling to her lover and presented it to him, still cradled in her arms. He stared intently at her face, trying to read her, as if disbelieving her intentions or rather the moment that was occurring. With a slight nod from the Mother he cast his eyes down and  looked upon his Son.
 
His mind raced, the idea of a baby - an infant really was the only image he carried. But the child he saw before him was larger, more so a toddler than an infant. Had so much time truly passed since that night in Redcliffe?
 
"He's - he's big", was all he could muster.
 
"Strong, too. He walks, you know. Ambling about like a drunken dwarf."
 
"I can't believe it. I see him. And I still, I've missed so much."
 
"Steady yourself, my Warden. These are the choices we've made, but as I've assured you he is an innocent. A child, showing no signs of his - other heritage."
 
"Can I?", he gestured. Morrigan hesitated for a scant moment before filling the Father's arms with his Son.
 
"Heavy little... pup", he said with pride.
 
"I'll leave you two be for the moment. He must feed soon."
 
Cousland nodded and Morrigan turned back to the little camp area.
 
The whole experience was still so unreal. Family. He had his Family back. Even as King all he had that connected him to his old life was Fergus, but even his elder brother was coping with his own loss - not only that of their parents but his own wife and son. Highever's new Teryn had thrown himself full force into expanding its military force and into the political scene. Even as King, the younger Cousland had even clashed with Fergus in matters of trade and the concerns of the Banns at Highever's growing martial power.
 
The thought that in his own grief at Morrigan's departure from his life could have had a detrimental impact his own decisions in his time as both and Warden-Commander chilled him. Maybe Anora would have been more willing had he not- the child's quick suckling of air and soft wet cough broke his train of thought.
 
Leaning in closely he studied the boy's features. His nose so small, probably from his Mother, his lips too framed in a careful pout. He ran his fingers across his forehead brushing at the soft hairs that stuck out from beneath the wrappings. For a child so large the covers must be to keep him warm but without any wind or breeze or even a noticeable drop in temperature in the night he wondered at why he was bundled like a bedroll.
 
Destiny.
 
Morrigan had spoken of his destiny in the change that was coming to the whole of not only Thedas but the world itself. Mother and Father had slain the Archdemon and quelled The Blight. A Blight spawned by the now slain Architect. His child was now a part of a larger world where nothing would ever be the same.
 
The babe exhaled into his Father's face and the scent was new yet so familiar and comforting, tears came to The Warden's eyes. He would have to prepare the boy, protect him until he was old enough to stand on his own against what was coming. Gritting his teeth, Cousland held back the sobs that threatened to break the serenity of the moment and his son's slumber.
 
He drew the bundle close to his chest and gently placed his face on his child's head and drew in a deep breath. The babe smelled of his Morrigan. It was her scent, her smell like in the brief moments when they'd lay there on the bedroll in each other's arms before they'd give in to passion. The smell of - Home.
 
"May I-", Morrigan spoke upon appearing at his side, "I must wake him to feed."
 
Blinking away the tears he released his embrace and carefully returned the bundle to Morrigan. He noticed she was no longer wearing her usual attire, instead she wore a simple cloth wrap that simply covered her breasts and less ornate version of her usual skirt leathers. The hooded figure stood up from the large rock that sat by the fire, where Morrigan replaced her as the newly woken child suckled.
 
Tentatively the person approached the Warden, already he felt awkward both his blades and armor were stowed in the pack he had placed at his feet.
 
"Greetings, I am-"
 
"I know who you are", the figure rasped. "Morrigan spoke of you, briefly, when she originally left the boy with me. You -are- the Father?", it asked.
 
"Indeed. And you?"
 
"Omen."
 
"Well met... Omen."
 
"I know you from the Tower. Yes, it is you."
 
Cousland was at a loss for words. Tower?
 
"Yes, you allowed me and my husband to flee from the Circle of Magi."
 
"Forgive me if I- don't quite remember the event you speak of."
 
"I promised not to plague you or your band if you allowed me to leave with my husband. You allowed me to stay with him in the Mortal Realm."
 
The Warden suddenly felt stark naked knowing his weapons were not sitting in their scabbards across his back.
 
"The Demon."
 
"Yes, now you remember", she spoke while pulling back the hood from her head revealing her horned features. "And now I found a way to repay you- in kind."
 

Modifié par Esbatty, 24 octobre 2010 - 09:54 .

[Lord_Anthonior]

What da....!!!! omen??! that was a good one, I didn't expect that. Also something reminded me of superman: "The son becomes the father, and the father becomes the son" because as his father before him now was his turn with his son, "heavy little...".



Ahh dear dear Morrigan, always full of surprises. Cool chapter.

[Esbatty]

Lord_Anthonior wrote...



What da....!!!! omen??! that was a good one, I didn't expect that. Also something reminded me of superman: "The son becomes the father, and the father becomes the son" because as his father before him now was his turn with his son, "heavy little...".



Ahh dear dear Morrigan, always full of surprises. Cool chapter.

I am so sleepy right now but Sunday morning programming doesn't load itself on the traffic log. *sigh*



...



Yeah Omen went through alot of different names and actual concepts before it really clicked in my head who Morrigan would find to take care of the OGC in her brief absence while waiting for the Warden. It took a while to come up with a plausible explanation for her being there but it will be answered shortly in Chapter 5.



I'm really surprised at how quickly this story is coming together. Its getting good responses here, and on deviant art and fanfiction.net it really helps pass the time at work coming up with how to progress the story but I'm gonna be honest and say I'm only half way sure how this story is gonna end otherwise I'd have more than a thousand words every couple of days coming out.



So I'm kinda just rolling along surprising even myself with whats coming up. But yeah glad you're enjoying it!

[revan11exile]

Wow great story Esbatty read all 4 chapters can not wait for ch.5

[Esbatty]

Thanks its comin' real soon!

[stormrain]

The Demon was a really good twist! Did not see that coming. Though I wonder who else would have taken care of the child if she'd been killed?

[Morrigans God son]

Good twist! You know I like the story. You have me checking the Morrigan thread for updates lol!

[Skyl4rk]

Great work Esbatty! "Heavy little..pup" brought tears to my eyes. And very nice twist in the end there. Keep it up! Can't wait for the next.

[Esbatty]

Really glad ya'll enjoyed the newest piece. OMG, for some reason I read twist as "tweeest" like M. Night Shyamalan style and it cracks me up. Then it makes me sad (because I then remember I watched The Happening... poor Marky Mark, not even the Funky Bunch could save you.)



Chapter is a-comin' I'm pretty busy at work tonight so the installment if its not up later this morning then it'll defintely be up by tuesday morning. I still need to post Chapters 3 and 4 to Fan Fiction.net but this crappy old computer here at work has an out dated browser that doesn't work with ff.net and barely works with Deviant Art and bioware here.



The Human Noble Origin is just so damn sad, they get you all d'aww with the big family hug before you get sent to bed early. (ITLOE Cousland never bedded Iona because, well I was unaware you could so yeah he was relatively pure when he met Morrigan... the tour of Isabela's lower deck doesn't count dammit. I honestly thought you could go to Denerim, ala Morrigan's advice, and confront Loghain... instead I met a pirate queen and things got- interesting. But there were no greased nugs involved. Ohgren lies!)



But seriously, your Mom tells you she loves you outta nowhere. Your dad calling you "pup". Your big brother is just awesome. And then you have a damn dog that rocks. Then poof it all goes away. You're suddenly Medieval Bruce Wayne with Duncan as Alfred and Alistair as Robin. I use the comparison because you get the occassionaly dialogue option that basically comes down to you screaming "MY PARENTS ARE DEAD!" while enforcing your version of justice on others. (Whether they like it or not.)

[ximena]

Medieval Bruce Wayne. That cracked me up. XDDD And Morrigan as Selina Kyle/Catwoman?



Anyway, enjoying it so far man. Keep it up.

[Brockololly]

Esbatty wrote...
But seriously, your Mom tells you she loves you outta nowhere. Your dad calling you "pup". Your big brother is just awesome. And then you have a damn dog that rocks. Then poof it all goes away. You're suddenly Medieval Bruce Wayne with Duncan as Alfred and Alistair as Robin. I use the comparison because you get the occassionaly dialogue option that basically comes down to you screaming "MY PARENTS ARE DEAD!" while enforcing your version of justice on others. (Whether they like it or not.)

Haha- thats so true. My Couslands always seem to end up a  bit Bruce Wayne-ish personality wise.

Very nice chapter! So this Omen is what demon from the Mage Tower exactly? I haven't played Origins in a bit- is it the one that was messing with that Templar that you can let go?

Hmmmm...now why would Morrigan be making deals with demons.....

Looking forward to the next chapter!