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[ximena]

I had the sudden urge to ask if Vann is Maric 2.0. XD Anyway, the cousland line seems to be properly ensured that it would continue beyond him. >_>

[Esbatty]

ximena wrote...

I had the sudden urge to ask if Vann is Maric 2.0. XD Anyway, the cousland line seems to be properly ensured that it would continue beyond him. >_>

Ouch! Vann ain't gettin' on no damn ship, Eleanor didn't raise no fool. He will step into magic mirrors with his baby mama but ain't go sailing around... he already turned down one boat ride, or so Morrigan understand, not being present in Denerim that one visit to the Pearl and all.

*whistles*

Hey, he did have high dex being a dual wielder and all. *cough*

And his Warden Mage was Dalish, not Orlesian. Plus he is the one who insisted on the marriage! He wasn't promised. Yeah... I'm really not helping his case. lol

Besides the OGB was made out of love, not a sweat inducing promise.  Yeah. *hangs head*

[ximena]

O-ho. Morrigan will not be pleased, I think. XD

[Lord_Anthonior]

ximena wrote...

O-ho. Morrigan will not be pleased, I think. XD

I don't think she would, but she might enjoy see the Warden plead for forgiveness  and the warden enjoy cunning his way to calm Morrigan , it's a very interesting way of communication between them.

[ximena]

I suddenly thought of what would Edric do if Morrigan was displeased with him. >_> I think it would go rather steamy. But then, I would love to know what Vann would do. XD

[Lord_Anthonior]

ximena wrote...

I suddenly thought of what would Edric do if Morrigan was displeased with him. >_> I think it would go rather steamy. But then, I would love to know what Vann would do. XD

Not that I pay much attention to DW :whistle:but...wasn't Morrigan displeased with Edric for being careless that she yank his hair? and then went from hair yanking to something better?, though that was for being reckless. How would Morrigan be with Edric for being jealous is another different matter and as well with Vann. I do have an idea of how would Anthon Cousland would get out of  it with Morrigan.

Modifié par Lord_Anthonior, 13 novembre 2010 - 12:39 .

[Esbatty]

She still has not forgiven him for anything, she was willing to seethe with it but noooooooooo he had to ask what was bothering her. Then he spilled his guts. And the Isabela incident happened long before she claimed him with the ring. Infact when he came back to camp... he got the ring. So yeah... awkward.



Mind you both ITLOE Vann and regular playthough Vann made the same choicce.. their lives diverge much later in the DAO storyline. Regular Vann made Alistair king and married him off to Anora, and chased after Morrigan after passing through the double doors and waving to the crowds. And uh... well...you know how ITLOE Vann turned out.

[Esbatty]

CHAPTER 11 - Dark Wings, Dark Words

"So", Morrigan began as they trudged along the seemingly endless redscape before them. "Dragons, demons, and tomes are the markers for any such trek or quest that involves me, and yet it seems, my Love, that anywhere you go must be done step-by-step. No clippity-clop of horsey hooves or trundle of carriage or wagon wheel, no no step-by-weary-step your companions must travel."
 
"Horsey... hooves?", Cousland questioned, a bit of mirth in his voice.
 
The Witch opened her mouth but her voice caught in her throat, a redness burned in her cheeks, "The child-".
 
"Yes, I understand", he grinned broadly. With a wince he shifted his pack of arms and armor to his other shoulder and matched stride with Morrigan who carried an ever watchful child in her arms. His son was studying his Mother's features intently, fascinated by the sudden blush of her cheeks.
 
"He has your eyes."
 
"Yes, he does", she replied while matching her child's stare. "But I must say he has your sense of humor - which is rather disturbing."
 
"How can you tell? He hasn't said a word."
 
"It is in his actions. I give him something he reaches for and then suddenly he tosses it as far as his pudgy arms can hurl it. I then retrieve it and return it to him, and then he repeats his effort. The child can do this over and again, somehow without tiring. Thus I blame you for this trait."
 
"Morrigan, its just a baby being a baby. In fact I believe he is learning how to train you."
 
"What? Nonsense, 'tis a child", she turned and gave the Warden a sour look.
 
"Yes, our child."
 
Morrigan returned her gaze back to their son, "Hmm, you might have a point."
 
Omen cleared her throat causing Cousland to hesitantly turn away from his Family.
 
"Warden! I've spotted a building in the distance."
 
He looked over in the direction she was pointing and spotted a tiny silhouette in the distance, "Really? The speck on the horizon is a building?"
 
"Yes, you doubt me?" With a flick of her head she doffed off the hood of her robe and stared him down.
 
"Uhh, no", his eyes lingered on the jagged stubs of her horns. No matter how many times he faced an Ogre he always dreaded the possibility of goring, and he dared not chance the posssiblity of being impaled even now.
 
"Enough posturing you two. If Omen says there is somewhere we can possibly take shelter in our time here, then by all means let us venture forth. I tire and the child squirms so." Morrigan spoke before handing their baby over to Omen, calming the former desire demon.
 
To be very honest, Vann Cousland was itching for a real fight. Not an ambush. Not a night raid. Not a trap. Okay maybe a trap but an obvious one with his opponents believing they were on the winning side of horribly one-sided odds. Just a really good, long, drag out fight with swords and daggers; bucklers and bloodied noses; flaps of flesh anointing the already red soil a deeper shade of crimson with every ounce spilt. This is what the very core of his being lusted for as they approached the stone-carved dwelling.
 
The door swung to and fro despite the slowly maddening reminder this land had an absence of any wind. The lights in the sky were already beginning their casual dim towards the twinkling of twilight, shadows danced in the doorway.
 
"Should you not being putting on your armor or even arming yourself instead of standing there grinning like an Alistair."
 
"Don't you mean 'idiot'", he spoke before dropping his pack in front and then kneeling to begin drawing out his breast plate and swords.
 
"Do not correct me. I know my words."
 
"You bring him up alot, you know that?"
 
"Do I detect needless jealousy?"
 
"Just -umph- fascination. For someone you detest so much you bring him up an awful lot", he winced as he tightened the straps on his chest piece. The flare of pain began to trigger some of Oghren's Dwarven Berserker training, but he controlled his breathing and stilled his growing rage.
 
"Mother and yourself both forced me to march with him for all that time. It was simply alot of stupid to absorb, so it is quite difficult to forget."
 
"You bickered like siblings."
 
"Bite your tongue", she visibly shuddered, "now get ready we shall press forth with you at the-"
 
"Whoa, hold there."
 
"Do not address me like a common pack animal."
 
"Okay, but you are not going in. This is me - my part in this Family. I go in speak sternly into the dark and make sure no monsters are under the bed. Its a Father's duty."
 
"I am not a weakling besides Omen shall guard the child."
 
"No", he ended the discussion in a way that would've left Sten non-plussed on the outside but rather pleased on the inside.
 
Morrigan pursed her lips and turned away from the Warden and began to fuss with the babe while Omen continued to look on. The Demoness watched as the passive face of Cousland sharpened into a menacing grin, all teeth, quivering lips, and silent snarls. He drew his blades and marched inside.
 
Omen passed the child back to its Mother and continued to watch intently on the darkening scene as The Warden pushed open the door with the red-bladed sword. He loosed a harsh Mabari-like growl into the dwelling before stepping in. After that there was nothing but silence for but a brief moment before it broken by the sounds of shuffling and a sharp hiss.
 
"DRAGON!", the Warden loosed a bloodcurdling warning cry as blue flame bloomed from the doorway.

[naledgeborn]

Haha!! Duncan and Zevran return. Nice job batty. I admit, was half expecting Anora to turn on the Warden but in just about everyone's game the dude/ette is a medieval James Bond. I haven't had a King-Consort playthrough. I spare Loghain 99% of the time but I have a little brother-ly soft spot for Alistair so I have trouble executing/exiling him. I gonna bite the bullet this time just for the hell of it. Good read by the way, listening to Guilty Simpson and Sean Price if underground hip hop is anybody's cup of coffee.

[Esbatty]

naledgeborn wrote...

Haha!! Duncan and Zevran return. Nice job batty. I admit, was half expecting Anora to turn on the Warden but in just about everyone's game the dude/ette is a medieval James Bond. I haven't had a King-Consort playthrough. I spare Loghain 99% of the time but I have a little brother-ly soft spot for Alistair so I have trouble executing/exiling him. I gonna bite the bullet this time just for the hell of it. Good read by the way, listening to Guilty Simpson and Sean Price if underground hip hop is anybody's cup of coffee.

Thank you!

Anora has yet to sell out any of my Wardens because who in their right mind is gonna brag about killiing her father in front of her face in such a precarious position. I'll give them a look up later when I get out of work, I've got an ecelectic taste so I got a bit of old school NWA and some recent internet remixes and hip-hop mash ups I've acquired just this last week.

Chapter 12 is half way done, as I worked on half of it yesterday, so expect it later tonight...

[Esbatty]

Well crap... chapter 12 got deleted SOMEHOW on my damn gmail account. Ugh... I was so pleased with the opening and it was getting up past 1100 words too. It was gonna be a big one. But noooooooooooooooooo I got boned my damn browser. So no chapter tonight I guess... ergh.

[Lord_Anthonior]

Maybe it went to the trash folder and is still in the mail. I've just found out I have a trash folder in the gmail account because it wasn't visible and there are still mails I've just deleted, if not then it's really a shame.

Modifié par Lord_Anthonior, 14 novembre 2010 - 09:56 .

[Morrigans God son]

Esbatty wrote...

Well crap... chapter 12 got deleted SOMEHOW on my damn gmail account. Ugh... I was so pleased with the opening and it was getting up past 1100 words too. It was gonna be a big one. But noooooooooooooooooo I got boned my damn browser. So no chapter tonight I guess... ergh.

*Sobs in a corner at this tragic news.*

I've got a question. How many chapters are you planning to write for this? Or are you just going to keep going until.......BAMM! ending.

[Esbatty]

L_A: Already checked. And I never hit the discard button on it the screen flashed, and reloaded onto my Drafts box with just my 2 drafts of the story notes and a loose outline draft. I swore like a motherfather for like 5 minutes straight.

But apparently I've written almost 1200 words so far out of pure rage and my zune on shuffle all. Some really nice songs to pick out a title to now.

...

and MGS: I've got a loose outline, as I've said before, and about a week ago I came up with my ending with 3 possible outcomes. So the story should be ending before Christmas comes. I could go for a very long time but it'll just be a useless mess that I'll probly get bored of midway through. (as I've done before, much to a friend's chagrin).

But yeah ending in about month or so. 3 or 4 updates a week so.... mmm... expect a total of about 12 or so installments more. And its not really a "bamm" ending you'll see it coming and might not expect how it ends. There could be cheers or tears, maybe jeers. Heh.

Modifié par Esbatty, 14 novembre 2010 - 12:02 .

[Esbatty]

CHAPTER 12 - When It Cuts


Hate.
 
It is a strong word, often times considered to be the opposite of love. In this case Cousland's childhood love of Dragons was soured by his last meeting with his beloved's not-so-dear Mother. As his body hair sizzled and popped whilst diving out of immediate danger of the wingless beast's breath, Cousland began to weave a tapestry of obscenities and curses that would have done Fergus proud.
 
A dragon, rather a drake, took up residence in the sodding lone, rune-scrawled, stone dwelling that his precious party had happened upon. A bull of a Drake too, as its overly muscled tail shook the very foundation as it thumped the remainder of the walls like a rather displeased cat. He was used to much smaller creatures that could be dispatched with a carefully placed arrow strike by Leliana or frozen and shattered by his all-time favorite spellcaster.
 
Instead he resigned himself to literally enacting a boyhood fantasy, braving the fury of a fell-beast for the protection of his princess. Although his princess was a Chasind Apostate, and his bravery replaced with a head full of hot cotton and a mouthful of foul language. After he ran out of curses of the King's Tongue and a peppering of Dalish, Antivan, Orlesian, and even those of the Qun, he gave into the madness of the situation with laughter.
 
The Drake hissed and belted out a growl instead of fire. It knew it was being mocked, the thumping of its tail increased, and began snaking its neck as it maneuvered for a more intimate encounter using its teeth.
 
"BRING IT!" he cried as he let his Maric's own sword slash across the jagged wall of its upper teeth, causing its head draw back and it hissed in pain. Battle, oh how he needed this. Wanted it. Badly enough to not allow it to end so quickly.
 
"If you wanted a fight... you certainly found it, you scaly sonuva****", Cousland spat.
 
It eyed his fiercely in the dark, its yellow orbs danced back and forth as if looking for a new avenue of attack. Its size and bearing were non-factors thanks to the confines of the building. Its body long ago had laid waste to the partitions that had divided up the building, now it was little more than a dilapidated, rubble filled chamber.
 
"C'mon! You fear me? Do you? ATTACK! Rend me. Break me. I want blood and I don't care whose, beast."
 
It did not flinch, nor strike. The hump of its spine grated against the ceiling as it retreated as far back as its bulk allowed.
 
"I've spilled enough of your kind's blood. I've broken your young with my bare hands in the Silverite Mines back home. Even took an egg and placed it as a prize in Vigil's Keep. They said this was your age, your time, your kind an omen of what was to come. Instead we broke you - your damnable High Dragon -  even one of the Gods of Old. It fell before my blade so as I ruled over its life and death, I command you give me fealty... OR A BLOODY FIGHT!" the Warden roared and started forward his blades out like a human pitchfork.
 
Hate coursed through him. Hate for Howe's betrayal, and for Flemeth's saving grace. Hate for the petty politics of the Dwarves, and the Dalish Keeper's curseful vengeance. Hate for Loghain's bounds to duty and Alistair's startling absence. Most of all he hated himself for letting Morrigan go and all the decisions that he made in her absence.
 
The creature lowered its head, flush with the dusty surface, and in his blind fury the Warden didn't notice the Drake's lack of fight as he brought both his blades to bear down upon the Drake's head. The weapons bit deeply into the flesh and piercing the skull, the yellow light in the Drake's eyes flared for a moment and slowly began to dim as the warrior twisted and moved the pommels with an almost sickened glee.
 
Cousland released the weapons, leaving them be in their immobile scabbard, and took a few steps back to examine his handiwork.
 
"So you chose to yield after all", he sighed disgustedly. "I take you heal like every other being that ends up here, and thus you probably still live no matter the amount of scrambling I give the contents of your brain pan."
 
Pacing for a spell, he decided to withdraw the blades and watched as the dragon's flesh knitted itself back together with a speed only seen in Wynne's magicks.
 
"Amazing."
 
"I - yield", the Drake spoke through both murmur and hiss.
 
Vann's mind came to an impasse, half of him wanted to put the swords right back where they had just been with an even more violent jostling, but the other half was stunned by the utterance.
 
"Scratch that, now THAT is amazing. You yield?"
 
"Yesss", the light in its eyes returned to a soft amber glow.
 
"Alright, I'll give. Swear to me that you are mine to do with as I please. Swear now and swear it well, as if I can deliver unto you a thousand deaths each more painful that the last." Which he probably could considering the peculiar nature of this place.
 
The thing laid there, its head still rested upon the gore stained floor, its breathing grew from shallow ragged bursts to more smoother, deeper draughts, "I swear to the Protector of Urthmiel that I am bound unto him that both defeated me and shall free me from my accursed prison."
 
"Whoa, hold - hold on there a moment, free you? I'm doing favors now?"
 
"How am I to serve you if I am confined in this dusty chamber? The Stone keeps me so. It is a prison, a punishment for being of my kind. For making war with the Stone and those that serve it."
 
He still couldn't believe he was talking to a dragon, of all things.
 
"Again, the building is your prison? You were just in the middle of smashing about, it didn't seem so stable to hold a beast of- your girth."
 
The drake remained silent and continued its rhythmic breathing pattern.
 
"Rest, we must rest. Next light we breach the runes and I will be free to serve."
 
"Oh, and now you're giving orders. Wonderful. How - how can you speak again? Did I do that? Did I shake your tongue loose?"
 
"Sleep. But without dreaming. Here there are no dreams to be had."
 
Cousland just stared at the mass of scales and muscle before him as it drifted into a fitful sleep as if the past several minutes did not just occur. Mouth still still slightly agape he stepped out of the stone-dwelling, dragging his blades on either side of himself like a spent child done with play.
 
"Well, is it dead?", Morrigan asked as she reclined against the pile of packs they all once carried, the child nursing away, not wasting the opportunity provided by the break from their marathon.
 
The Warden just stood there, lost in his own world. Omen took the time to remove his weapons and unfastened the chest place. A bit of blood ran freely from the wound, having seeped through the cloth of his armor's padding, to which the purple hued woman tended to with another torn swathe of her robe.
 
"Again, the 'dragon', is it dealt with as promised, hmm?"
 
"It knows about our Pup's special little soul, and now sleeps after having sworn allegiance to me."
 
Morrigan blinked back a touch of shock, "It swore... allegiance - to you?"
 
Despite Omen's ministrations, Cousland pushed the demoness away, and motioned for Morrigan to move away from the packs. "Rather blunt about it too. Its trapped in the building. Prison. Oh, and we are to free it come morning so it can, you know, serve me."
 
She scrunched her features and nodded dissent, as she continued to feed their child. "That makes absolutely no sense whatsoever, are you not sure you took a blow to the skull? You are uttering nonsense."
 
"Be that as it may, I want the tents up as soon as possible. I am tired and more than that far, far more aroused than I have been in a long while", He stood hovering over her until the child finished taking his fill. With that Morrigan handed Omen the baby once again, and they went to assembling the tents for the night.

Modifié par Esbatty, 15 novembre 2010 - 08:05 .

[Lord_Anthonior]

*edit: Aha! is done! time to read!

The end before christmas!?

I know how you felt, not with fanfiction but I have swore probably for more than 5 minutes, and in spanish it gets very "varied" when it comes to swearing hehehe, but when I lose saved games or when there is a black out and I'm playing and didn't saved the game before and also during college the same with some essays. It's good that you are on a roll for the chapter all over again but damn to lose something when it is already finished.

Modifié par Lord_Anthonior, 14 novembre 2010 - 12:36 .

[Morrigans God son]

Man! You're a legend. Did you just type that up now after it got deleted?

[Lord_Anthonior]

The place beyond the fade is just getting stranger and stranger, now talking drakes! I haven't seen that since Draco in "Dragonheart" and this one comes with a pledge, cool!.



Cousland's "Whoa!" is well placed, and he kept Maric's sword! from the deep roads, Ferelden Independence, Katriel's fate, achdemon destroyer and now to a place beyond the fade that sword has a history of its own.

[Esbatty]

I was upset, had no work to do last night, and thus could just truck along with a new chapter. Tonight I am busy, and still tired. Walking Dead was awesome tonight and we sign off early today at around 3am, so another chapter can be begun.



And yes its a guesstimate that I'll be done before christmas, but if I can keep up my current rate a full fledge story should be complete by mid december.i've gotten this far in about a month's time, and now that I know where I am going It'll come alot faster now.



And yes a talking Drake, more on him later in the chapter.

[Brockololly]

Walking Dead is indeed awesome.



Ooooh and talking dragons now? I wonder why that drake is locked in there? Hmmm...

[Esbatty]

CHAPTER 13.1 - Venus In Furs


"Honestly, must you tear into my spare clothes in such a manner?", Morrigan found herself flat on her back straddled by the Warden, as he tore at her breastwrap with one hand. Each yank picked her up slightly off the meager bedroll, "It is a wrap, you know. It need only be uncoiled."
 
He did not listen instead he simply changed tactics and pulled it down her torso a bit freeing her breasts, nipples still plump and damp from the recent feeding. Cousland leaned forward, his other arm holding him steady above her, and just looked upon the Wilder Woman. The fight in him, the rage that bubbled forth and were expressed in his would-be deathblow of the Drake, had given way to an excitement he had almost forgotten from their travels across Ferelden.
 
In the early months she'd easily go to his tent, usually with feigned protests or some other spot of sarcasm, and passions ran high. He splattered in the remains of his enemies, and she drenched in her own sweat from dashing out of harms way long enough to cast much needed spells. As a warrior it was his job to take the heaviest blows for the rest of their party, and thus in their nights of passion she'd teasingly jab at his bruises and gashes, finding that his body's response would turn his wilting manhood back into a suitable condition. She would keep to her word, their nights were never over until they both had had their fill. Each encounter was a meeting of equals, and nothing less would suffice, and he grew to love her for it.
 
Her eyes were magnificent shade of halcyon, behind their impassive gaze, he could glimpse a ghost of her excitement. They had fallen into their old patterns, such as before she began denying his requests out of what he still believed was guilt rather than necessity. He parted his lips and lowered his mouth upon hers. Before their lips had truly met her tongue was already grazing his own.
 
After the kiss came the tenderness of his toying. Lips trailing across her cheek, the curve of her chin, down her neck then between her breasts, which he kneaded mercilessly while lightly flicking his tongue in and out of her navel. Morrigan's toes curled, as much as she enjoyed the thrusts to come it was Vann's lighter touches that she craved. The other men from her other life could thrust and groan, their lives spent at her or Flemeth's whims, but the Warden was the first who took the time to - appreciate all that she was- all that she had to offer.
 
The sounds from their tent grew both in volume and frequency, and not wanting to wake the child, Omen crept away from their dark camp with him in her arms. It was curious how he could slumber so, his Mother was extremely vocal of her pleasures and his Father seemed content in urging her further. Despite her own past in the both the Fade and the Mortal Realm, Omen preferred a demure expression of her passions even going as far as finding a careful balance of memory and fantasy to keep her hosts at a manageable tone.
 
Curiosity piqued her interest as she neared the rune-covered building their camp was just outside of. What exactly had the Warden done inside the stone chamber to silence the dragon? His demeanor after having left the battle scene was bordering on madness. His words a jumble of clipped statements and odd logic. The dragon had spoken to him about the baby. The beast spoke, she knew of Rage Demons that had taken hold of Dragonlings and youthful Drakes, their misadventures were often cut short by larger female Dragons who instinctively knew both their young and breeding partners were acting out of sorts.
 
But here it was different, could the creature be as she? Had it been large enough to flee or defend itself from reprisal by its winged-partner? Or did the demon lure it away with enough time to bind itself to the scaled animal and the demon embracing its host as she had done herself?
 
Lost in thought and egged on by her inquisitiveness she edged into the doorway, careless of both her and the child's safety.
 ----

To be continued...

Modifié par Esbatty, 15 novembre 2010 - 07:11 .

[ximena]

Looks like Vann and Morrigan would get interrupted once again. XD

[Esbatty]

ximena wrote...

Looks like Vann and Morrigan would get interrupted once again. XD

A parent's job is never done.

[Esbatty]

Lord_Anthonior wrote...

*edit: Aha! is done! time to read!

The end before christmas!?

I know how you felt, not with fanfiction but I have swore probably for more than 5 minutes, and in spanish it gets very "varied" when it comes to swearing hehehe, but when I lose saved games or when there is a black out and I'm playing and didn't saved the game before and also during college the same with some essays. It's good that you are on a roll for the chapter all over again but damn to lose something when it is already finished.

Ah spanish, i'm over here by the US-mexico border and of tejano descent, thus my only good spanish is my swearing spanish.

[Lord_Anthonior]

Esbatty wrote...

Lord_Anthonior wrote...

*edit: Aha! is done! time to read!

The end before christmas!?

I know how you felt, not with fanfiction but I have swore probably for more than 5 minutes, and in spanish it gets very "varied" when it comes to swearing hehehe, but when I lose saved games or when there is a black out and I'm playing and didn't saved the game before and also during college the same with some essays. It's good that you are on a roll for the chapter all over again but damn to lose something when it is already finished.

Ah spanish, i'm over here by the US-mexico border and of tejano descent, thus my only good spanish is my swearing spanish.

Sometimes, that's the most important thing to know in ANY language!! , then comes the grammar, vocabulary and punctuations <_<.