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Here are three shorts from my Aidyn Playthrough that I started a ways back. I wrote them during the christmas holiday (2010). Yeah, I didn't go anywhere
I posted many pics of him. Some when I first started and then more after I played a bit more over Christmas. I was going to make a story out of it but since I'm so involved with Aonghas. I figured I would just share the shorts for now. Enjoy 
Oh let me know if you think there is no way that I perceive the Couslands the way you do. *hugz*-------------------------------
Aidyn Cousland
The Noble House of Cousland
Bryce Cousland watched his fourteen year old son battling toe to toe with his twenty-three year old son. Fergus had been helping to train Aidyn for two years and Aidyn reveled in fighting. Fergus was always careful not to harm his younger brother but Bryce could tell that Aidyn's aggressiveness and increasing skill was making it more and more difficult for Fergus to take the time to be careful. It was only a matter of time before his youngest son would get hurt. Bryce felt his wife settle at his side as he continued to watch his sons battle it out with wooden practice swords.
"Fergus should just have at it and thump Aidyn a few times so he learns prudence." Bryce grinned at his wife's exasperated tone and she smiled back and gave her husband a wink. Eleanor Cousland had been a fierce warrior in her youth and even these days she and Bryce would practice her skills privately. Fergus had joined them on occasion and he was always rueful whenever his mother defeated him soundly. Bryce didn't tease his oldest son about his losses as much as he wanted because he often found himself in the same situation. Bryce was strong and powerful, but he had training in the more subtle fighting arts. He had been known as a troublesome youngster as he used his charm and cunning to his full advantage; however, his youthful antics did not stop him from achieving recognition as one of the finest scouts in the all of Ferelden at the age of twenty-five. Fergus mirrored his father in looks but his warrior spirit came from his mother. It wasn't that Fergus was not intelligent he just lacked the excessive cunning that his father displayed. Bryce recognized the talent in his younger son but he had agreed with Eleanor that they would not allow their youngest to explore his cleverness. Their youngest son had his mother's lighter skin and dark red hair. Aidyn had similar facial features to his father and brother but they were much more delicate do to his mother's blood, but the lad also had the beginning signs of bulk that could one day rival that of his father and brother. At fourteen people remarked on Aidyn's more delicate features and Bryce could tell it bothered his youngest son. The pup couldn't see the strength hidden behind his deceptively fragile looking adolescent body and this angered the young man making him almost reckless in his need to prove his strength.
After watching her two sons battle it out for a while longer she spoke to her husband as she stood to leave, "Aidyn needs watching he's been displaying more secretive behavior as of late." Bryce watched his wife leave with a perplexed look on his face and as what she said sank in he turned back and stared at his youngest son intently wondering what kind of trouble his pup was getting into.
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The Nearly Failed Conscription of Aidyn Cousland
Duncan grabbed the straps of Aidyn's weapon harness and tugged the young man towards the door. He had been forced to conscript the young lord, but still the lad refused to accept the reality of the situation. He had almost managed to drag the recruit to the servant's entrance of the larder when the lad stopped resisting. Duncan breathed a sigh of relief and stepped ahead of his recruit into the passage when he felt a harsh blow to the back of his head and before he could respond darkness closed in around him.
"Aidyn, what have you done? That is the grey warden commander of Ferelden you just knocked unconscious." Eleanor's voice was shocked, but it only took her a moment to recover. "Dana and Guard Carl, you must make a stretcher to carry Duncan and escape with my son."
"Mother, no I will stay and defend you and father." Aidyn set the soldiers in the kitchen to building a barrier at the outer door while he began throwing crates and barrels around to barricade the larder door.
Guard Carl and the servant Dana had already set up a stretcher and had placed Duncan upon it. "Go Ser Carl and Dana. Aidyn go now!"
"I will not leave you! I can save you both!"
"No you must go now. You will not die here!"
"I will not abandon you."
Bryce was barely conscious, but he heard his son's defiance and found the strength to chastise his son one last time. "You do as your mother commands, pup. We are counting on you to survive and inform your brother of what has happened. I do not want to hear a word of argument. Now go!"
Aidyn wavered in indecision but as he watched his father collapse after chastising him he rushed to his parents. "Please, father, I can't leave you."
Aidyn crashed to the floor his right ear and right side of his face throbbing in agony from the back handed blow his mother had just delivered. Aidyn could feel himself on the verge of blubbering when his mother spoke coldly to him. "No son of mine will behave in such a manner. You go and catch up with the others and you had best beg Duncan for forgiveness when he comes to. Now get out of here before your father feels the need to raise a hand to you as well."
"Go, pup, find Fergus and make us proud." Aidyn staggered to his feet at his father's strained words and slipped into the passage before closing the hidden door behind him.
He staggered through the dimly lit corridor in a haze and it wasn't long before he caught up to the others. Duncan had regained consciousness but he seemed a bit unsteady on his feet, but when he caught sight of Aidyn he thanked the guard and servant in an abrupt manner and then pointed further down the corridor. "You'll go first, grey warden recruit Aidyn." Aidyn moved carefully ahead of Duncan and began moving quickly. He could feel Duncan moving just as quickly behind him.
"We will stay behind and stop any pursuit," called out the guard.
Aidyn heard Duncan thank the men and the closeness of Duncan's voice started him making him come to an abrupt stop. Duncan grabbed him by his weapon harness and pushed him forward without saying a word to him. Aidyn leaned back against the forward push for a moment before giving in and allowing himself to be pushed down the corridor.
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Looking for Fergus
Aidyn and Trick had made it half way back to the Korcari Wild's when a wolf sprang in front of them blocking their path on the long road they had just left the forest to travel on. Aidyn yelled at Trick to attack but the hound just circled the wolf sniffing and making a whining noise. Aidyn pulled out his bow and notched an arrow and proceeded to draw his bow back. Aidyn was about to release his first of many arrows when the wolf shimmered and turned into Morrigan. Aidyn's arms dropped numbly to his side as he stared in shock at the mage.
"When I said running was an option I didn't think you would be coward enough to do it."
Aidyn could feel his face get hot at the witch's words and he protested loudly, "I wasn't running." Aidyn could hear running footsteps coming down the long road from the direction of Lothering getting closer and closer.
"Then what are you doing? Going back to Ostagar to take on the horde? As mother and I already told you the bulk of the horde has moved on."
Aidyn raised his chin and glared at Morrigan, "I owe you no explanations."
"You owe me one." Aidyn spun around to face Alistair as he slowed to a walk the last few feet to close in on Aidyn from behind. Aidyn took a step back towards the woods. Trick barked and rushed up to Alistair and then back to Morrigan and then ran to sit in front of Aidyn to fix him with a mixed look of reproach and pleading. Alistair stood panting as if he had been running and he looked exhausted and his hair was dripping wet with sweat. "You owe me an explanation and I want one now."
Aidyn ignored them all as he put his arrow away and slung his bow over his back again. After a deep sigh he turned to face Alistair. "I am looking for my brother." Alistair's eyes widened in surprise and Aidyn quickly began speaking. "I have to find him before I do anything else. I know he has to be around here."
"Did you not listen to what I already told you, Aidyn? You need to make the right decisions. What would your brother tell you to do?"
Aidyn spun around to glare at Morrigan fiercely. "I heard everything you said and my brother would want me to find him! I'm making the right decision by looking for him!"
"If you truly believed it was the right decision you would not have snuck off on your own. You would have taken the time to convince us."
Aidyn cringed internally because he knew Morrigan was right but he raged against her anyways. "You already voiced your opinion so I knew better than to even try. You and Alistair can go do whatever you think is best. You don't need my help. I'm going to find my brother before I do anything else!"
"No." Aidyn turned to look at Alistair as he uttered the one word with more conviction than Aidyn had ever heard him use. Aidyn was about to speak when Alistair raised his hand forestalling any interruption. "Flemeth did not rescue the both of us so we could run around individually. She did not send her daughter with us so one of us could put his own wants first. She rescued us so we can save all of Ferelden." Aidyn tried to speak again but this time Alistair silenced him with his voice. "I am not finished speaking. I didn't want to do this but you have left me no choice. As the most senior grey warden surviving I am ordering you to leave your past in the past and focus all your energy on defeating the blight. We already came up with choices on where we can head but none of the choices was going to find your brother. We will return to Lothering and gather more information and then we will decide where to head." Aidyn opened his mouth to speak but Alistair interrupted him once more. "End of discussion."
Running footsteps distracted them all and a woman ran up to them frantically and shouted, "Oh thank the maker! We need help! They attacked the wagon; please help us."
We followed the woman without hesitation and found ourselves led into a trap.
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Here's a funny picture of Aidyn.
Pretend to be asleep
Gilmore: Ah crap, Lord Aidyn, she looks angry.
Aidyn: Ssssshhhh, pretend to be asleep, Ser Gilmore
Modifié par DreGregoire, 21 mars 2011 - 02:42 .
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