Hahaha. When I lost an inked page which was saving prior to a power failure, the first thing that happened was I went =__=. Then I sighed and started working on it again. XD
In The Land Of Ever - a Morrigan-Cousland tale (Completed)
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Hahaha. When I lost an inked page which was saving prior to a power failure, the first thing that happened was I went =__=. Then I sighed and started working on it again. XD
That is an example worthy to follow up to :happy:, it's just that is so much fun and well... it does calms me down afterwards, though I never swear in front of the ladies. Anyway, there's nothing else one can do about it but to start all over again and maybe it could even end up getting a better result.
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Since I have nothing to stab at work (I have a large thick cardboard stabbing box full of pen holes and I think a bite mark ((I had no pen)) that I take out my frustrations on when writing on legal pads) stabbing the air around me with harsh words felt just as good. As did the random angry soundtrack.ximena wrote...
Hahaha. When I lost an inked page which was saving prior to a power failure, the first thing that happened was I went =__=. Then I sighed and started working on it again. XD
But yes, I HATE losing pieces. I've never lost a page of notes or written piece ever, but damn if technology doesn't like to cornhole my creative muse from time to time. Ugh.
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INTERLUDE III - Come Together
"As Mother always said, 'Never play Bones with a Dalish'", the Mage stated before his chin sunk to his chest.
"The saying is actually 'Never play Bones with knife-ears'", the young Dalish women corrected as she snatched up the set of dice.
His head shot up, "Are you calling my Mother a liar?"
"Oh quit your lip trembling, Finn. I was just correcting her- you."
"My lip was not trembling. It was quivering. With rage. Manly rage."
"Uh-huh", the warrior responded before rattling the the dice in her tiny fist.
"I'm serious. I could have gone off on you - like a dwarf. All- all, berserker. BLAH! BLAH! BLAH-BLAH!", his eyes widened and raised his open hands above his head.
She brought her fist to her mouth and attempted to stifle her laughter.
"I like it when you do that, Ariane."
"Laughing at you?"
"When the tips of your ears turn a shade of crimson."
"Ah", her mirthful smile dimmed a bit. Her head and neck seemed to shrink back a bit in embarrassment.
"No, I- I'm - yeah- uhh not making light of your ears. They're rather lovely and pointy and look terribly soft."
The red of her ears spread to her cheeks, "Oh, thank you?"
Awkward silence fell over their humble camp. The two companions remained seated in one of the few level grassy patches in the midst of the Brecillian Forest. Both suddenly found rather remarkable things to stare at, Finn an upside down beetle that had no legs and upon further scrutiny was simply a rock; and Ariane investigated a particularly green leaf on a bush full of equally green-looking leaves. A heavy chuff from their third companion broke the silence as the Mabari trotted over to the fire oblivious of the awkwardness shared by the Mage and Elf.
"Eww," Finn's nose scrunched in disgust, "you reek of pee."
"I do not," a flash of anger crossed her still red countenance.
"The- dog", Finn motioned to the hound as it plopped itself overly close to to the mage's resting spot.
A proud bark was issued.
"Oh, right. Sorry."
"Actually I should take the moment to apologize for accidentally-"
Her brow wrinkled, "Accidently? You stood there for Fen'Harel knows how long as I bathed under the waterfall."
"You were directly beneath its flow, I couldn't tell what I was seeing. Besides I only came over 'cause I had a feeling you might be in danger. For all I knew you could've been drowning!"
The Mabari let loose a subdued bark.
"Don't defend, him! And what do they teach you in that haughty tower of yours? How does one drown standing up beneath a waterfall?" Ariane began throwing each die, one by one, at the apologetic man.
"Ow, OW! Those hurt, you- tiny- hurter. Well technically one could - OW! could open their mouth and then DAMMIT! That smarts!"
The Dalish battle-maiden held up the last die betwixt her thumb and forefinger and carefully aimed. Finn began curling up into a smaller target in hopes that the dog could serve as a furry meatshield. "NOT IN THE FACE!", he cried as she launched it. A bronzed hand deftly caught the cube in midair.
"Ooh, Halla Horn dice. Very rare and very expensive to find even in the seedier parts of the Antivan markets", the stranger spoke whilst holding up the piece before the opening of his cloak's hood.
Ariane attempted to retrieve one of her blades she had carefully left just within reach behind herself but felt nothing in their place but flattened grass.
"Ah, ah, my pretty. This is a social call and not a sparring session. Your weapons are safe and sound - nearby. As is your Mage-friend's staff. Call it insurance."
"I can still work magic without it you- you- blagguard."
"Ooh, there is that manly rage."
His comment infuriated Ariane, "What - do - you - want?"
"Information... of a royal nature."
Finn's back stiffened.
"Ah ha, so the King-consort has indeed been in your company. What would he need of a bookish spellcaster and a - rather fetching, hmm, Dalish Scout?"
The Mabari hound finally decided to rise from his resting place and padded over to the hooded figure, snuffling at the stranger's outstretched hand for a moment before giving a rather amicable bark.
"Traitor", Ariane called at the dog.
"He is no traitor. The hound simply knows how to gauge a threat properly. I am Zevran", the elf pulled back his hood and then took a overly dramatic bow before sitting with them by the fire.
"Not only have I been sent to track down our errant King, but also I was once a member of his - ragtag team of Blight Quelling underdogs. Along with the rather unpleasant smelling darkspawn slayer you have right here."
An assenting woof echoed the Assassin's sentiment.
"Maybe you should've joined her in bathing, you are quite rank my furry friend."
"I told you there was a threat about!" Finn interjected.
"One must study his quarry intimately before making any kind of interaction, and might I say you Dalish really like your tattoos - everywhere."
Ariane shook her head and sighed.
"What does he mean?"
"Hush, Finn. What do you want to know... Zevran, is it?"
The Antivan Elf carefully examined the die in his hand, playing with it by passing it back and forth between his palms and then rolling it across the backs of his fingers.
"First, where exactly is he?"
"I don't even think the Maker knows where", Finn piped up.
"Oh?"
"He was alive last we saw of him, I mean."
Ariane relaxed a bit and fixed herself into a cross legged position, no longer worried about having to spring into action, "I guess your second question would be what was he doing out there, and what Vann did share was that he sought out Morrigan. Our travels brought us to the Dragonbone Wastes and after some - awful surprises we found her waiting for us- him."
"Ahh, yes. The strange love of his equally strange life."
"Were they married - he had a ring? Though he didn't wish to speak of it."
"No, no. Morrigan is an odd creature and not one who would entrap herself to another person so. At least not without some kind of struggle. Rather she was - is his great weakness. In our quest they were very passionate, I'd be lying if I did not say I was not a tad jealous of their raucous lovemaking."
Finn squirmed a bit, to which Zevran laughed that mischievous laugh of his.
"He actually shared with me that he wished to turn that Chasind Witch into the glittering Teyrna of Highever - if we not only stopped but also survived The Blight that is", he sighed and his grin went flat, "But that, children, is in the past. So is there anything else you wish to impart on me that may make my seemingly fruitless search a bit- ah- fruitier?"
Ariane considered for a moment, "we couldn't hear much of what they said but they did share a kiss at the end of their talk. Then they both walked through this ancient Elven mirror."
"They- walked into- a mirror? I guess, as a Warden, he has done - stranger things."
Finn's interest perked up, "Its called an Eluvian and it seemed act as a portal because they stepped right through and just 'Poof'. Leaving us three alone without the book Ariane was after and, now that I think of it, a bit of my cheese supply."
"Poof?"
"Poof, yes. As in gone."
"You are a strange little man", Zev said before flicking the die and sending it flying into Finn's forehead.
"OW! Elves - with the pain. Why?"
Ariane could not help but giggle a bit, finally feeling a little less upset at the witnesses of her previous bout with nudity.
"So this mirror does work both ways? Can it be used again, is what I am asking."
"Ooh - no. She - this Morrigan must of used blood magic to keep the thing open for as long as she did. She is a powerful Maleficar to accomplish what she did, especially if she did indeed use Blood Magic. She must not be entirely human to call upon such - reserves of her life force."
"Well her Mother could shapeshift into a High Dragon and thus it took quite the effort to slay her when the time came, but if that is the loins from which Morrigan came forth then I've no doubt she is not entirely human."
Zevran picked himself up and bowed once again, and this time the Mabari returned one in kind.
"So, I will see about venturing into the Dragonbone Wastes, purely out of sating my own curiosity, and afterwards I shall have to report back to my silken flow- Employer and report my findings. With that I shall bid you both far-thee-well, and might I suggest you two finally kiss and get this whole game over with. Even I can only take so much damn displays of flirtatious tension."
Ariane's face and ears once again burned red.
"As Mother always said, 'Never play Bones with a Dalish'", the Mage stated before his chin sunk to his chest.
"The saying is actually 'Never play Bones with knife-ears'", the young Dalish women corrected as she snatched up the set of dice.
His head shot up, "Are you calling my Mother a liar?"
"Oh quit your lip trembling, Finn. I was just correcting her- you."
"My lip was not trembling. It was quivering. With rage. Manly rage."
"Uh-huh", the warrior responded before rattling the the dice in her tiny fist.
"I'm serious. I could have gone off on you - like a dwarf. All- all, berserker. BLAH! BLAH! BLAH-BLAH!", his eyes widened and raised his open hands above his head.
She brought her fist to her mouth and attempted to stifle her laughter.
"I like it when you do that, Ariane."
"Laughing at you?"
"When the tips of your ears turn a shade of crimson."
"Ah", her mirthful smile dimmed a bit. Her head and neck seemed to shrink back a bit in embarrassment.
"No, I- I'm - yeah- uhh not making light of your ears. They're rather lovely and pointy and look terribly soft."
The red of her ears spread to her cheeks, "Oh, thank you?"
Awkward silence fell over their humble camp. The two companions remained seated in one of the few level grassy patches in the midst of the Brecillian Forest. Both suddenly found rather remarkable things to stare at, Finn an upside down beetle that had no legs and upon further scrutiny was simply a rock; and Ariane investigated a particularly green leaf on a bush full of equally green-looking leaves. A heavy chuff from their third companion broke the silence as the Mabari trotted over to the fire oblivious of the awkwardness shared by the Mage and Elf.
"Eww," Finn's nose scrunched in disgust, "you reek of pee."
"I do not," a flash of anger crossed her still red countenance.
"The- dog", Finn motioned to the hound as it plopped itself overly close to to the mage's resting spot.
A proud bark was issued.
"Oh, right. Sorry."
"Actually I should take the moment to apologize for accidentally-"
Her brow wrinkled, "Accidently? You stood there for Fen'Harel knows how long as I bathed under the waterfall."
"You were directly beneath its flow, I couldn't tell what I was seeing. Besides I only came over 'cause I had a feeling you might be in danger. For all I knew you could've been drowning!"
The Mabari let loose a subdued bark.
"Don't defend, him! And what do they teach you in that haughty tower of yours? How does one drown standing up beneath a waterfall?" Ariane began throwing each die, one by one, at the apologetic man.
"Ow, OW! Those hurt, you- tiny- hurter. Well technically one could - OW! could open their mouth and then DAMMIT! That smarts!"
The Dalish battle-maiden held up the last die betwixt her thumb and forefinger and carefully aimed. Finn began curling up into a smaller target in hopes that the dog could serve as a furry meatshield. "NOT IN THE FACE!", he cried as she launched it. A bronzed hand deftly caught the cube in midair.
"Ooh, Halla Horn dice. Very rare and very expensive to find even in the seedier parts of the Antivan markets", the stranger spoke whilst holding up the piece before the opening of his cloak's hood.
Ariane attempted to retrieve one of her blades she had carefully left just within reach behind herself but felt nothing in their place but flattened grass.
"Ah, ah, my pretty. This is a social call and not a sparring session. Your weapons are safe and sound - nearby. As is your Mage-friend's staff. Call it insurance."
"I can still work magic without it you- you- blagguard."
"Ooh, there is that manly rage."
His comment infuriated Ariane, "What - do - you - want?"
"Information... of a royal nature."
Finn's back stiffened.
"Ah ha, so the King-consort has indeed been in your company. What would he need of a bookish spellcaster and a - rather fetching, hmm, Dalish Scout?"
The Mabari hound finally decided to rise from his resting place and padded over to the hooded figure, snuffling at the stranger's outstretched hand for a moment before giving a rather amicable bark.
"Traitor", Ariane called at the dog.
"He is no traitor. The hound simply knows how to gauge a threat properly. I am Zevran", the elf pulled back his hood and then took a overly dramatic bow before sitting with them by the fire.
"Not only have I been sent to track down our errant King, but also I was once a member of his - ragtag team of Blight Quelling underdogs. Along with the rather unpleasant smelling darkspawn slayer you have right here."
An assenting woof echoed the Assassin's sentiment.
"Maybe you should've joined her in bathing, you are quite rank my furry friend."
"I told you there was a threat about!" Finn interjected.
"One must study his quarry intimately before making any kind of interaction, and might I say you Dalish really like your tattoos - everywhere."
Ariane shook her head and sighed.
"What does he mean?"
"Hush, Finn. What do you want to know... Zevran, is it?"
The Antivan Elf carefully examined the die in his hand, playing with it by passing it back and forth between his palms and then rolling it across the backs of his fingers.
"First, where exactly is he?"
"I don't even think the Maker knows where", Finn piped up.
"Oh?"
"He was alive last we saw of him, I mean."
Ariane relaxed a bit and fixed herself into a cross legged position, no longer worried about having to spring into action, "I guess your second question would be what was he doing out there, and what Vann did share was that he sought out Morrigan. Our travels brought us to the Dragonbone Wastes and after some - awful surprises we found her waiting for us- him."
"Ahh, yes. The strange love of his equally strange life."
"Were they married - he had a ring? Though he didn't wish to speak of it."
"No, no. Morrigan is an odd creature and not one who would entrap herself to another person so. At least not without some kind of struggle. Rather she was - is his great weakness. In our quest they were very passionate, I'd be lying if I did not say I was not a tad jealous of their raucous lovemaking."
Finn squirmed a bit, to which Zevran laughed that mischievous laugh of his.
"He actually shared with me that he wished to turn that Chasind Witch into the glittering Teyrna of Highever - if we not only stopped but also survived The Blight that is", he sighed and his grin went flat, "But that, children, is in the past. So is there anything else you wish to impart on me that may make my seemingly fruitless search a bit- ah- fruitier?"
Ariane considered for a moment, "we couldn't hear much of what they said but they did share a kiss at the end of their talk. Then they both walked through this ancient Elven mirror."
"They- walked into- a mirror? I guess, as a Warden, he has done - stranger things."
Finn's interest perked up, "Its called an Eluvian and it seemed act as a portal because they stepped right through and just 'Poof'. Leaving us three alone without the book Ariane was after and, now that I think of it, a bit of my cheese supply."
"Poof?"
"Poof, yes. As in gone."
"You are a strange little man", Zev said before flicking the die and sending it flying into Finn's forehead.
"OW! Elves - with the pain. Why?"
Ariane could not help but giggle a bit, finally feeling a little less upset at the witnesses of her previous bout with nudity.
"So this mirror does work both ways? Can it be used again, is what I am asking."
"Ooh - no. She - this Morrigan must of used blood magic to keep the thing open for as long as she did. She is a powerful Maleficar to accomplish what she did, especially if she did indeed use Blood Magic. She must not be entirely human to call upon such - reserves of her life force."
"Well her Mother could shapeshift into a High Dragon and thus it took quite the effort to slay her when the time came, but if that is the loins from which Morrigan came forth then I've no doubt she is not entirely human."
Zevran picked himself up and bowed once again, and this time the Mabari returned one in kind.
"So, I will see about venturing into the Dragonbone Wastes, purely out of sating my own curiosity, and afterwards I shall have to report back to my silken flow- Employer and report my findings. With that I shall bid you both far-thee-well, and might I suggest you two finally kiss and get this whole game over with. Even I can only take so much damn displays of flirtatious tension."
Ariane's face and ears once again burned red.
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Posté 16 novembre 2010 - 12:11
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Now that is one perspective I didn't considered before, Ariane and Finn...it could work, they are opposites and with tension to spare not to mention reactions from each other's compliments. I liked this interlude and besides reaccounting the events with the warden, it was nice to see just the two of them together along with dog.
I would've thought that at the end after watching Morrigan and the Warden walking through the Eluvian, either Finn or Arianne might have search in the camp and find the Dalish Book thus having Ariane returning from the Dragonbone wastes with some sort of feeling of "mission complete".
Great Interlude and along the story these two characters could appear again and develop their relationship.
I would've thought that at the end after watching Morrigan and the Warden walking through the Eluvian, either Finn or Arianne might have search in the camp and find the Dalish Book thus having Ariane returning from the Dragonbone wastes with some sort of feeling of "mission complete".
Great Interlude and along the story these two characters could appear again and develop their relationship.
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Posté 16 novembre 2010 - 02:46
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Lord_Anthonior wrote...
Now that is one perspective I didn't considered before, Ariane and Finn...it could work, they are opposites and with tension to spare not to mention reactions from each other's compliments. I liked this interlude and besides reaccounting the events with the warden, it was nice to see just the two of them together along with dog.
I would've thought that at the end after watching Morrigan and the Warden walking through the Eluvian, either Finn or Arianne might have search in the camp and find the Dalish Book thus having Ariane returning from the Dragonbone wastes with some sort of feeling of "mission complete".
Great Interlude and along the story these two characters could appear again and develop their relationship.
Glad you enjoyed it. I loved Finn and Ariane, plus I couldn't just leave Dog just flapping in the wind as I still hold to the idea that Dog decided to stay with the crazy duo of Elf and Mage.
But yes, I actually have some non-DA fans for readers and wanted to know exactly how Cousland and Morrigan ended up where they were. So this interlude is who that is for, plus it was really fun to write,so it was also for me. 13.2 shall continue the smut and we'll find out what happens when a former Desire Demon and a Sleepy Talking Dragon have to say to one another.
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Ok, I'm finally getting caught up on this. The chapters with Omen are brilliant. "Here we are the abominations"... such a creative take. The demon's story is so moving, that's unexpected. I'm suddenly glad that I usually let her go, as well!
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Posté 16 novembre 2010 - 05:02
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What a clever last chapter, Zevran, Finn and Ariane! That was a delight.
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I know when you initially meet that particular Desire Demon in the Tower she is kind of laying it on thick, if you don't initially attack her out right. I mean she wasn't preying on his lusts or making him assault others she was essentially "playing house" with him in trade for being hosted in him. Its like the Conobar//Flemeth marriage and Morrigan's view that it is a "fair deal". So in the story I just took the next step where she got overly attached, so I'm really glad you like Omen's story.Addai67 wrote...
Ok, I'm finally getting caught up on this. The chapters with Omen are brilliant. "Here we are the abominations"... such a creative take. The demon's story is so moving, that's unexpected. I'm suddenly glad that I usually let her go, as well!
As for the living being the threat in the world of the dead, its unnatural so instead of everyone being afraid, since they can't die all over again they just turn hostile and go after the living. Omen has just enough of the Templar's essence in her still to count as living since she's keeping his "memory" alive within her.
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What a clever last chapter, Zevran, Finn and Ariane! That was a delight.
Thanks for enjoying it. I honestly can't help but say Zev's lines in his accent as I type them out. I giggled my ass off all last night. And I so dig Ariane and Finn, they're both young and out and about, and thanks to Kirby's post about how she sees them not returning to their respective homes and just adventuring together... I figured this would be a natural progression.
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CHAPTER 13.2 - Disarm
Peering into the darkness, Omen absently clutched the child tightly to her chest, its little body struggled for a moment before she realized what she had done and held him forth. With worry she removed some of the coverings of his head and face to allow him to breathe. His balled up fists rubbed against his face as he easily returned to his usual calm state.
With relief she once again cradled him in her arms and then took another tentative step forth into the stone structure. The dragon's breathing was the only sound, each exhale was another burst of hot wind, which was oddly comforting as since she had arrived in this world there was no wind or breeze as there had been in the Mortal Realm.
"Hel-lo, ser?," her voice wavered as she lacked any kind of night-sight. Her husband would just instinctively strike up a fire at dusk in their time roaming along the Imperial Highway and in the Brecillian Forest. So without any fire at camp and the silver light of the sky shone directly down on the world about them, only a few feet inside of the place bore any illumination.
Another step, and she almost tripped on a shard of stone. Rubble from the fight, she presumed, as she regained her footing.
"Ser Dragon?", Omen asked again.
The babe in arms suddenly sucked in air sharply, alarmed she looked down and saw nothing. Her eyes betrayed her and panic had begun to set in. This was a mistake. When she turned to face the illuminated doorway another sharp breath was taken, this time it was the Dragon who did so and the pressure in the room shifted and the door shut.
Darkness was all about her.
"Yesss?", the creature answered.
***
Without fail he kissed her fiercely after hungrily lapping at her sex, she did not mind tasting of her own pleasures but the grin the Warden shared with her after the kiss told that it was done more out of some perverse mischief than passion.
Cousland's grin turned serious, this usually meant more talking, and he had not even taken his own pleasures of her yet.
"Morrigan?"
She sighed, "Must we?"
"Just - would it be too much to ask of you another child?"
The witch opened her mouth to speak but uttered nothing. She could not decide whether to be upset or surprised at his question, instead she got up on her elbows, "What?"
"I'd like to have another - another child."
Vann was serious. She could see it in his eyes, the almost innocent desperation.
"Another child.", Morrigan settled on indifference rather than hostility, "You mean another sword for the House Cousland? Another male heir to continue the sowing of the Oats of Highever after the culling at Howe's hand?"
Visibly hurt he began to stutter, "N-no, not like that at all. Its just I- forget it."
"No, you have a point to make, so make it, oh second son of a fallen nobleman."
Lowering his head he rested his forehead on the wisps of hair above his lover's sex, the pressure caused Morrigan to stifle a light moan.
"Why?, she asked. "What would make you want to bring another being into this - existence that seems to cater to the tragic and tyrannical?"
Cousland sighed and exhaled slowly on her still wet and sensitive lips, again her toes curled.
"Stop - stop toying with me and answer."
He looked up and gazed directly into her golden eyes, "I want a daughter - to raise as you should've been. Neither some spoiled princess nor power seeker, rather I want that innocence - that girl who snatched a mirror and marvelled at another piece of the undiscovered world that lay beyond the Wilds."
Vann paused but received no reply from his stunned partner.
"No destiny. No grand design for her future. Just as normal a life as we can possibly provide, be she be born mage or otherwise."
"There is nothing normal about us. Nothing at all, this - this is unacceptable. What possessed you to even- I...", she pulled her arms back to her sides and laid back down. Vann crawled over her and held himself above her, she twisted her face away from him.
"If you're thinking she could possibly attempt to turn on you and send her future lover and his friends to come slay you sometime down the road..."
Morrigan couldn't help but laugh, briefly.
"I will always love our Son, don't think I'm trying to replace him with 'something normal' or believe he is some kind of abomination. I fell in love with him the moment he was in my arms, when he was no longer words whispered in secret."
"It is not any of that. 'Tis - the way you speak of me. I do not understand how you - how you still cling to me, how you see me as something capable or worthy of this - Love. I have done things that anyone else would find utterly repulsive, monstrous things."
"What does that matter? Its in the past. It is behind you."
"You know not of my plans. Only what I have chosen to reveal to you. How do I know you will not come to hate me? To hate the Mother of your children - child? Would you attempt to keep me from own? To spare them the - the taint of their Mother's corruptive nature?"
"That is Flemeth talking. Not you. Flemeth worked in deception and doubt like a spider weaves a web. Don't let her cloud her of what you want or desire. Don't let her poisonous thoughts drive you even after you've gone through so much trouble to get away from her."
Morrigan turned to her partner, her face wet with tears.
"But you do not know - you have no clue as to what I went through..."
Worry spread across his face, "What? What happened?"
"'Tis awful what I had endured. I would wake to swollen ankles, and at times I'd stop almost a dozen times in not even a quarter day's travel to - make water", she blushed.
The Warden chuckled then began planting kisses on her face and neck.
"I am telling you now, I am terribly disagreeable when with child. I crave - things, ugh, that I regret even while gorging upon it."
"I do not care, as long as I can still have 'access' to you I shall have no trouble in enduring alongside."
"Access? Oh no, absolutely not. I - my body was in no condition for your overly indulgent appetite."
"Really? Well we shall see but it wouldn't hurt if I got my fill while I still can."
"Of that," she snaked her legs about her lover and pressed her wetness against his groin, "we can agree."
***
"Do not come any further, ser. I - I am armed."
The demoness held Morrigan's silverite dagger before her, making light slashes at the dark with ever snuffle of the creature's breath or scrape of scales across the stone surfaces.
"No bother, woman. You do me much honor bringing the vessel of Urthmiel before me."
"What?" its voice came from all around her.
The darkness, ever so confining, was the absolute worst part of being away from the Fade. The stark unchanging blackness and void of the dark was as close to death as she could ever fathom. Awaking in the tunnels upon the passing her Simon, only the pinprick of light at the very end of the passage she had found herself amidst. Omen did all but cry for joy when she spilled out of the tunnel's mouth into the bright red world about her.
"The child, the one you carry wrapped in your arm. You hug against you one of the great ones from a time long ago."
Unable to to see or even the hear the babe in her charge, over the overwhelming presence of the Dragon, a cold pit formed in her stomach.
"Please, ser, let us be. The door - I cannot find it."
"But I seek audience with Urthmiel. The questions I have are far numerous but I am not worthy of but a fraction of the old one's time."
"It will be much much longer before you gain his attention, ser. I - I understand he does not speak as of yet. In fact I came here not of the child's accord but to ask of you how - how you speak, how you are able to understand?"
The beast grew quiet for a time, not even its powerful lungs filled the structure with sound. She raised the small child closer to her head, cuddling its form to her ear, careful not to scrape him with her jagged horn. His shallow breaths were all that was keeping her from being consumed by utter madness.
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To be continued...
Peering into the darkness, Omen absently clutched the child tightly to her chest, its little body struggled for a moment before she realized what she had done and held him forth. With worry she removed some of the coverings of his head and face to allow him to breathe. His balled up fists rubbed against his face as he easily returned to his usual calm state.
With relief she once again cradled him in her arms and then took another tentative step forth into the stone structure. The dragon's breathing was the only sound, each exhale was another burst of hot wind, which was oddly comforting as since she had arrived in this world there was no wind or breeze as there had been in the Mortal Realm.
"Hel-lo, ser?," her voice wavered as she lacked any kind of night-sight. Her husband would just instinctively strike up a fire at dusk in their time roaming along the Imperial Highway and in the Brecillian Forest. So without any fire at camp and the silver light of the sky shone directly down on the world about them, only a few feet inside of the place bore any illumination.
Another step, and she almost tripped on a shard of stone. Rubble from the fight, she presumed, as she regained her footing.
"Ser Dragon?", Omen asked again.
The babe in arms suddenly sucked in air sharply, alarmed she looked down and saw nothing. Her eyes betrayed her and panic had begun to set in. This was a mistake. When she turned to face the illuminated doorway another sharp breath was taken, this time it was the Dragon who did so and the pressure in the room shifted and the door shut.
Darkness was all about her.
"Yesss?", the creature answered.
***
Without fail he kissed her fiercely after hungrily lapping at her sex, she did not mind tasting of her own pleasures but the grin the Warden shared with her after the kiss told that it was done more out of some perverse mischief than passion.
Cousland's grin turned serious, this usually meant more talking, and he had not even taken his own pleasures of her yet.
"Morrigan?"
She sighed, "Must we?"
"Just - would it be too much to ask of you another child?"
The witch opened her mouth to speak but uttered nothing. She could not decide whether to be upset or surprised at his question, instead she got up on her elbows, "What?"
"I'd like to have another - another child."
Vann was serious. She could see it in his eyes, the almost innocent desperation.
"Another child.", Morrigan settled on indifference rather than hostility, "You mean another sword for the House Cousland? Another male heir to continue the sowing of the Oats of Highever after the culling at Howe's hand?"
Visibly hurt he began to stutter, "N-no, not like that at all. Its just I- forget it."
"No, you have a point to make, so make it, oh second son of a fallen nobleman."
Lowering his head he rested his forehead on the wisps of hair above his lover's sex, the pressure caused Morrigan to stifle a light moan.
"Why?, she asked. "What would make you want to bring another being into this - existence that seems to cater to the tragic and tyrannical?"
Cousland sighed and exhaled slowly on her still wet and sensitive lips, again her toes curled.
"Stop - stop toying with me and answer."
He looked up and gazed directly into her golden eyes, "I want a daughter - to raise as you should've been. Neither some spoiled princess nor power seeker, rather I want that innocence - that girl who snatched a mirror and marvelled at another piece of the undiscovered world that lay beyond the Wilds."
Vann paused but received no reply from his stunned partner.
"No destiny. No grand design for her future. Just as normal a life as we can possibly provide, be she be born mage or otherwise."
"There is nothing normal about us. Nothing at all, this - this is unacceptable. What possessed you to even- I...", she pulled her arms back to her sides and laid back down. Vann crawled over her and held himself above her, she twisted her face away from him.
"If you're thinking she could possibly attempt to turn on you and send her future lover and his friends to come slay you sometime down the road..."
Morrigan couldn't help but laugh, briefly.
"I will always love our Son, don't think I'm trying to replace him with 'something normal' or believe he is some kind of abomination. I fell in love with him the moment he was in my arms, when he was no longer words whispered in secret."
"It is not any of that. 'Tis - the way you speak of me. I do not understand how you - how you still cling to me, how you see me as something capable or worthy of this - Love. I have done things that anyone else would find utterly repulsive, monstrous things."
"What does that matter? Its in the past. It is behind you."
"You know not of my plans. Only what I have chosen to reveal to you. How do I know you will not come to hate me? To hate the Mother of your children - child? Would you attempt to keep me from own? To spare them the - the taint of their Mother's corruptive nature?"
"That is Flemeth talking. Not you. Flemeth worked in deception and doubt like a spider weaves a web. Don't let her cloud her of what you want or desire. Don't let her poisonous thoughts drive you even after you've gone through so much trouble to get away from her."
Morrigan turned to her partner, her face wet with tears.
"But you do not know - you have no clue as to what I went through..."
Worry spread across his face, "What? What happened?"
"'Tis awful what I had endured. I would wake to swollen ankles, and at times I'd stop almost a dozen times in not even a quarter day's travel to - make water", she blushed.
The Warden chuckled then began planting kisses on her face and neck.
"I am telling you now, I am terribly disagreeable when with child. I crave - things, ugh, that I regret even while gorging upon it."
"I do not care, as long as I can still have 'access' to you I shall have no trouble in enduring alongside."
"Access? Oh no, absolutely not. I - my body was in no condition for your overly indulgent appetite."
"Really? Well we shall see but it wouldn't hurt if I got my fill while I still can."
"Of that," she snaked her legs about her lover and pressed her wetness against his groin, "we can agree."
***
"Do not come any further, ser. I - I am armed."
The demoness held Morrigan's silverite dagger before her, making light slashes at the dark with ever snuffle of the creature's breath or scrape of scales across the stone surfaces.
"No bother, woman. You do me much honor bringing the vessel of Urthmiel before me."
"What?" its voice came from all around her.
The darkness, ever so confining, was the absolute worst part of being away from the Fade. The stark unchanging blackness and void of the dark was as close to death as she could ever fathom. Awaking in the tunnels upon the passing her Simon, only the pinprick of light at the very end of the passage she had found herself amidst. Omen did all but cry for joy when she spilled out of the tunnel's mouth into the bright red world about her.
"The child, the one you carry wrapped in your arm. You hug against you one of the great ones from a time long ago."
Unable to to see or even the hear the babe in her charge, over the overwhelming presence of the Dragon, a cold pit formed in her stomach.
"Please, ser, let us be. The door - I cannot find it."
"But I seek audience with Urthmiel. The questions I have are far numerous but I am not worthy of but a fraction of the old one's time."
"It will be much much longer before you gain his attention, ser. I - I understand he does not speak as of yet. In fact I came here not of the child's accord but to ask of you how - how you speak, how you are able to understand?"
The beast grew quiet for a time, not even its powerful lungs filled the structure with sound. She raised the small child closer to her head, cuddling its form to her ear, careful not to scrape him with her jagged horn. His shallow breaths were all that was keeping her from being consumed by utter madness.
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To be continued...
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Posté 19 novembre 2010 - 05:22
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So are they going to have another babe now? What if it turns out to be another boy haha? I looooooove the convos in this chapter. * Dances in glee* (Not really, that would be way to fruity.)
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Posté 20 novembre 2010 - 05:18
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Fruity dancing is quite allowed here. As well as vegetable shuffling, such is my way. Glad you like the conversations, and we'll shall see about another baby. Talk is cheap, as a certain Orlesian Bard once said.
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Posté 21 novembre 2010 - 02:24
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Hahaha- very nice chapter. The thought of a moody pregnant Morrigan is funny. I'd imagine her snarkiness is turned up to 11 when the hormones hit. Haha XD
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Posté 21 novembre 2010 - 05:15
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Yeah for Morrigan to say she is "rather unpleasant" that means something.Brockololly wrote...
Hahaha- very nice chapter. The thought of a moody pregnant Morrigan is funny. I'd imagine her snarkiness is turned up to 11 when the hormones hit. Haha XD
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Posté 21 novembre 2010 - 05:25
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I think it would be amusing to see her angry one second and crying the next because of the hormones. XD
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Posté 21 novembre 2010 - 05:30
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Which makes the Mirror World the perfect place to have her since she can't use magic on a random pregnant whim.ximena wrote...
I think it would be amusing to see her angry one second and crying the next because of the hormones. XD
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Posté 21 novembre 2010 - 05:34
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Though I think Vann would have a difficult time when her cravings come into the picture.
Morrigan: *insert craving here*
Vann: Woman, we are in an another world! Where can I possible get that?!
Morrigan: I. do. not. care. I desire it, and you shall get it for me.
Morrigan: *insert craving here*
Vann: Woman, we are in an another world! Where can I possible get that?!
Morrigan: I. do. not. care. I desire it, and you shall get it for me.
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Posté 21 novembre 2010 - 05:41
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HAHAHAHAximena wrote...
Though I think Vann would have a difficult time when her cravings come into the picture.
Morrigan: *insert craving here*
Vann: Woman, we are in an another world! Where can I possible get that?!
Morrigan: I. do. not. care. I desire it, and you shall get it for me.
Vann: Access Denied?
Morrigan: Access Denied.
Vann: *hangs head and wanders off* What in the blue blazes is Haagen-das? And pickles? Do I look like a cucumber farmer?
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CHAPTER 13.3 - Sun
In all her years with all the planning, studies, and crafting Morrigan had undertaken none of it could quite possibly prepare her for any of this. She had no examples of how a true couple or family worked. Sure she had spied upon people in Lothering as in the forms of various animals and creatures, and occasional seduced her way into some of the family shared stilt-homes that sat high over the wetlands of the Chasind folk. But never had she had partaken in any semblance of a permanent nor caring relationship outside of her time with Flemeth.
Even with all of Flemeth's experience and tutelage, the older witch was sparse on the details of her time with both Bann Conobar and the bard Osen. Yes her marriage to Conobar was one of convenience, her lover Osen was spared from poverty while Conobar gained a beautiful wife to indulge his carnal appetites. Mother had never elaborated on the feelings she shared for Osen instead she would breakdown every detail of Conobar's demands upon her younger self.
Here the lesson was the weakness of her heart broke the pact with Conobar, when she ran off with Osen. Then again sentiment betrayed her when returning to Highever upon learning of Conobar's impending death.
Thus Morrigan was at a loss on hot to reconcile her training and life lesson with all the she gained with having the Warden back in her life. Next to her the man slumbered, spent from the conception of their unborn daughter. Both still weak from the borrowing of both their life forces to not only overcome the Taint but to ensure the child's gender, she smiled to herself recounting the affections they murmured to one another before another trifling argument over the naming of their coming spawn.
No amount of blackmail or manipulation could sway her beloved. In the end it took bringing up their Son's own lack of a name to break his circle of logic. By the same token she acquiesced to the use of pet names, such as 'Pup' for their Son - such as Vann's own Father had called him over his youth. While 'Cub' was decided upon for their Daughter.
Morrigan inwardly groaned as Cub came from a quickly quashed suggestion of 'Morribear' for herself, a bit of jest Cousland had apparently been saving since witnessing the first time she transmogrified into her Bear form for one protracted battle. Never had she ever missed her connection to The Fade when the urge to give the Warden a quick zap of ball-lightning crossed her mind the moment those particular syllables were uttered by his fool mouth.
Soon her fond thoughts were interrupted by the now very apparent odious aroma of their unbathed, sex coated bodies. What with water being rather precious in this dead land she dared not even, as Zevran would put it, a simple '****'s bath' with their drinking water. Instead she stripped off the remnant of her nursing clothes and breast wrap and exited the tent in the buff. The night air was still still warm from the overly long day and the fine grit that coated the land felt good between her toes, all of this reminded her of a small beach along the Orlesian Coastline where she spent the initial months of her pregnancy.
Morrigan stood there and stretched in the silvery starshine that lit the night. Even without the wind to help speed the drying process, she found herself enjoying the open air bath. In the damp of the Korcari Wilds it was often more hygienic to strip off and let the wind and air take the reek and sweat from the body than to taint a fresh water source or wash in a questionable source.
After all they had gone through this was her first time alone without any kind of nagging urgency, hungry child, or maddening lover present. The Wilder Woman took a moment to shut her eyes, recalling the cry of the Gulls and lapping of the waves, losing herself to memories.
***
Omen's legs felt like granite as her muscles had tightened and locked in place, a fine coat of sweat covered her skin. She was trapped. Trapped in a darkened building, unable to move, unable to protect the innocent child she had carried in with her. Trapped and without the ability to see a Drake that had claimed to be a prisoner.
"Hel-"
"Not another word", the creature suddenly hissed, "and do not move."
The demon woman could not help but to obey, the Drake sucked in a powerful lung full of the stale air then belched a blue ball of flame that lit up the room. The fireball had set alight a broken wooden table and a pile of bones covered in chainmail and rags.
Firelight played across the dragon's scales, it was far larger than the same creatures they had encountered and avoided while she and her Templar escaped from the Circle Tower at Lake Calenhad. The spines on its back gouged at the stone of the ceiling, and its long neck craned its head down as it eyed both the woman and child.
"You are free to leave now..."
"Thank y-"
"But not the Child. Urthmiel cannot leave."
Omen was taken aback by the Drake's response, the light and warmth of the fire shook her free from the mire of panic, "What? Why? The door is right there unless - this is a threat?"
She hugged the still sleeping child closer to herself.
"As I told his Protector, I am a prisoner. The Stone refuses me freedom to roam the Voidlands. The spirit within the Child is that of Urthmiel the Dragon of Beauty - and as a Dragon He shall be seen and should He recross the threshold untold pain will wrack his body. I know not the strength of the vessel Urthmiel is contained therein but it is possible it could prove quite fatal."
Her eyes darted from the babe in her arms to the door and back again. If there was any truth to the dragon's statement then there was risk in leaving with the child but there was no leaving without Morrigan's Son as the Drake could simply snap up his little body as any other morsel. Omen resigned herself to remaining in the Drake's impromptu den, at least the fire would stave off the shadows and the dark.
"Ser", she spoke up again. This time the Drake regarded her with just a single open eye as it had returned back to its sleeping position.
"Yes, woman?"
"How- how is it you speak? I don't remember how any of your kind having a mastery of language."
"I was not always capable of speech, not until a Mage, bearing the same markings as Urthmiel's protector and the Warriors that follow The Stone, called Avernus bonded unto me a spirit of The Fade."
"What kind of Spirit?"
The Drake's eye flared with a red light.
"Rage."
***
End Of Chapter
In all her years with all the planning, studies, and crafting Morrigan had undertaken none of it could quite possibly prepare her for any of this. She had no examples of how a true couple or family worked. Sure she had spied upon people in Lothering as in the forms of various animals and creatures, and occasional seduced her way into some of the family shared stilt-homes that sat high over the wetlands of the Chasind folk. But never had she had partaken in any semblance of a permanent nor caring relationship outside of her time with Flemeth.
Even with all of Flemeth's experience and tutelage, the older witch was sparse on the details of her time with both Bann Conobar and the bard Osen. Yes her marriage to Conobar was one of convenience, her lover Osen was spared from poverty while Conobar gained a beautiful wife to indulge his carnal appetites. Mother had never elaborated on the feelings she shared for Osen instead she would breakdown every detail of Conobar's demands upon her younger self.
Here the lesson was the weakness of her heart broke the pact with Conobar, when she ran off with Osen. Then again sentiment betrayed her when returning to Highever upon learning of Conobar's impending death.
Thus Morrigan was at a loss on hot to reconcile her training and life lesson with all the she gained with having the Warden back in her life. Next to her the man slumbered, spent from the conception of their unborn daughter. Both still weak from the borrowing of both their life forces to not only overcome the Taint but to ensure the child's gender, she smiled to herself recounting the affections they murmured to one another before another trifling argument over the naming of their coming spawn.
No amount of blackmail or manipulation could sway her beloved. In the end it took bringing up their Son's own lack of a name to break his circle of logic. By the same token she acquiesced to the use of pet names, such as 'Pup' for their Son - such as Vann's own Father had called him over his youth. While 'Cub' was decided upon for their Daughter.
Morrigan inwardly groaned as Cub came from a quickly quashed suggestion of 'Morribear' for herself, a bit of jest Cousland had apparently been saving since witnessing the first time she transmogrified into her Bear form for one protracted battle. Never had she ever missed her connection to The Fade when the urge to give the Warden a quick zap of ball-lightning crossed her mind the moment those particular syllables were uttered by his fool mouth.
Soon her fond thoughts were interrupted by the now very apparent odious aroma of their unbathed, sex coated bodies. What with water being rather precious in this dead land she dared not even, as Zevran would put it, a simple '****'s bath' with their drinking water. Instead she stripped off the remnant of her nursing clothes and breast wrap and exited the tent in the buff. The night air was still still warm from the overly long day and the fine grit that coated the land felt good between her toes, all of this reminded her of a small beach along the Orlesian Coastline where she spent the initial months of her pregnancy.
Morrigan stood there and stretched in the silvery starshine that lit the night. Even without the wind to help speed the drying process, she found herself enjoying the open air bath. In the damp of the Korcari Wilds it was often more hygienic to strip off and let the wind and air take the reek and sweat from the body than to taint a fresh water source or wash in a questionable source.
After all they had gone through this was her first time alone without any kind of nagging urgency, hungry child, or maddening lover present. The Wilder Woman took a moment to shut her eyes, recalling the cry of the Gulls and lapping of the waves, losing herself to memories.
***
Omen's legs felt like granite as her muscles had tightened and locked in place, a fine coat of sweat covered her skin. She was trapped. Trapped in a darkened building, unable to move, unable to protect the innocent child she had carried in with her. Trapped and without the ability to see a Drake that had claimed to be a prisoner.
"Hel-"
"Not another word", the creature suddenly hissed, "and do not move."
The demon woman could not help but to obey, the Drake sucked in a powerful lung full of the stale air then belched a blue ball of flame that lit up the room. The fireball had set alight a broken wooden table and a pile of bones covered in chainmail and rags.
Firelight played across the dragon's scales, it was far larger than the same creatures they had encountered and avoided while she and her Templar escaped from the Circle Tower at Lake Calenhad. The spines on its back gouged at the stone of the ceiling, and its long neck craned its head down as it eyed both the woman and child.
"You are free to leave now..."
"Thank y-"
"But not the Child. Urthmiel cannot leave."
Omen was taken aback by the Drake's response, the light and warmth of the fire shook her free from the mire of panic, "What? Why? The door is right there unless - this is a threat?"
She hugged the still sleeping child closer to herself.
"As I told his Protector, I am a prisoner. The Stone refuses me freedom to roam the Voidlands. The spirit within the Child is that of Urthmiel the Dragon of Beauty - and as a Dragon He shall be seen and should He recross the threshold untold pain will wrack his body. I know not the strength of the vessel Urthmiel is contained therein but it is possible it could prove quite fatal."
Her eyes darted from the babe in her arms to the door and back again. If there was any truth to the dragon's statement then there was risk in leaving with the child but there was no leaving without Morrigan's Son as the Drake could simply snap up his little body as any other morsel. Omen resigned herself to remaining in the Drake's impromptu den, at least the fire would stave off the shadows and the dark.
"Ser", she spoke up again. This time the Drake regarded her with just a single open eye as it had returned back to its sleeping position.
"Yes, woman?"
"How- how is it you speak? I don't remember how any of your kind having a mastery of language."
"I was not always capable of speech, not until a Mage, bearing the same markings as Urthmiel's protector and the Warriors that follow The Stone, called Avernus bonded unto me a spirit of The Fade."
"What kind of Spirit?"
The Drake's eye flared with a red light.
"Rage."
***
End Of Chapter
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#121
Posté 28 novembre 2010 - 09:40
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[epic 'why' yell]AVERNUUUSSSS!!! I'LL FIND YOUU!!![/epic 'why' yell]
haha, nice twist
haha, nice twist
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Posté 28 novembre 2010 - 10:32
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So they're having another baby? Oh noes! Mood swings, I feel sorry for the warden already. Not really xd
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Posté 29 novembre 2010 - 12:21
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Oh, snap!
Old God Baby is screwed! Morrigan will be PISSED.
Hahahaha- "Morribear." XD
Old God Baby is screwed! Morrigan will be PISSED.
Hahahaha- "Morribear." XD
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Posté 29 novembre 2010 - 08:25
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@naledgeborn: This is what happens when you tell him not to experiment on any more people. Dragons are clearly not people.
@MGS: As Ximena said the Cousland line is very well and secured thanks to Vann "Lovemachine" Cousland. He don't work for nobody but you - and you- and possibly you.
@Brock: I couldn't let Morribear go... it had to be done. HAD TO BE.
@MGS: As Ximena said the Cousland line is very well and secured thanks to Vann "Lovemachine" Cousland. He don't work for nobody but you - and you- and possibly you.
@Brock: I couldn't let Morribear go... it had to be done. HAD TO BE.
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Posté 02 décembre 2010 - 01:41
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I wish this is what DA2 was about to show us what we had done in WH........it's great and you know that Morrigan loves the Warden but she would never say it......unless he was about to die or fight some unknown god of the past. I love how Omen has come into the story and I can't help but like her and if it were a game would love to side quest and help Omen be happy, she is a friend of the family now.
I love how we are in a land that people, other then us,don't die. It makes the Warden so much under the god hood they had him and and your story would make for a great way to bring the Warden back as the PC, man this is what I had hope for in DA2, but they gave us some off the mill hero and a half ass gameplan of a game to play, makes me feel sick they would do this but it is done, well done Esbatty!!!!! You should write the story for DA and not DAVID!
I love how we are in a land that people, other then us,don't die. It makes the Warden so much under the god hood they had him and and your story would make for a great way to bring the Warden back as the PC, man this is what I had hope for in DA2, but they gave us some off the mill hero and a half ass gameplan of a game to play, makes me feel sick they would do this but it is done, well done Esbatty!!!!! You should write the story for DA and not DAVID!
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