The Rescue -- Completed 8/1/11
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#301
Posté 17 février 2010 - 01:08
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Depends on how long the shirt stays on....
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Posté 19 février 2010 - 05:14
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What does it matter? Neither shirts or pants will stay on for very long. >.>
Unless, you throw in some oil followed by a water bottle spray for their chests.
Then it's shirtless all the way!! Oh, and some kind of light for ambience.
Perhaps, some sunlight or even a nice fire, yes? Oh! With a bearskinned rug on the floor between the bed and fireplace!
*delights in thought*
Wha, what was the question again?
Unless, you throw in some oil followed by a water bottle spray for their chests.
Then it's shirtless all the way!! Oh, and some kind of light for ambience.
Perhaps, some sunlight or even a nice fire, yes? Oh! With a bearskinned rug on the floor between the bed and fireplace!
*delights in thought*
Wha, what was the question again?
#303
Posté 19 février 2010 - 05:36
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OMG!!! *drools dreaming of Ali and Zev with oil-covered bare chests reflected by the soft warm glow of the campfire* 
Sia, you better give us another chapter soon. There's no telling where our naughty minds can take us from here. hehe.
Sia, you better give us another chapter soon. There's no telling where our naughty minds can take us from here. hehe.
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Posté 19 février 2010 - 07:24
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Sorry, took a break to save the galaxy and seduce a turian after having my heart broken by a certain human biotic. (Somehow, I'm even angrier at him than I was at Al.)
I'll have a new chapter up soon. I think Zev got jealous of the turian, he's not speaking to me that loudly lately. It can't be the PC's fault, they're essentially the same character, one's just human.
I'll have a new chapter up soon. I think Zev got jealous of the turian, he's not speaking to me that loudly lately. It can't be the PC's fault, they're essentially the same character, one's just human.
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Posté 19 février 2010 - 07:31
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Garrus has the reach, Zev has the flexibility.
*nods sagely*
*nods sagely*
#306
Posté 19 février 2010 - 07:37
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Herr Uhl wrote...
Garrus has the reach, Zev has the flexibility.
*nods sagely*
Awesome.
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Posté 19 février 2010 - 07:55
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amethyst_rose2009 wrote...
OMG!!! *drools dreaming of Ali and Zev with oil-covered bare chests reflected by the soft warm glow of the campfire*
Sia, you better give us another chapter soon. There's no telling where our naughty minds can take us from here. hehe.
"Sia, you better give us another chapter soon. Or there's telling of where our naughty minds can take us from here." - Fixed*
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Posté 20 février 2010 - 04:21
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*plots hiding Sia's copy of ME2 in hopes that she gives us another chapter soon* 
I actually can't wait to see what will become of Cullen's and Zevran's relationship. Competition or comraderie based on rejection over Alistair.
I really enjoy reading any close encounter with Zevran that she may possibly slip.
I almost wish they come across something that disorients them into confessing something towards each other to the point that they lock into a passionate embrace. Just to give them a justifiable reason that they were not in each other's right mind when they did so.
But truly they only revealed their earnest heart to each other but both end up dismissing it for the sake of their friendship and loyalties.
Man, Sia. Your killing me here!
I actually can't wait to see what will become of Cullen's and Zevran's relationship. Competition or comraderie based on rejection over Alistair.
I really enjoy reading any close encounter with Zevran that she may possibly slip.
I almost wish they come across something that disorients them into confessing something towards each other to the point that they lock into a passionate embrace. Just to give them a justifiable reason that they were not in each other's right mind when they did so.
But truly they only revealed their earnest heart to each other but both end up dismissing it for the sake of their friendship and loyalties.
Man, Sia. Your killing me here!
#309
Posté 20 février 2010 - 09:43
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*is suffering from withdrawal syndrome*
Must... have... moar!
Must... have... moar!
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Posté 20 février 2010 - 10:00
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..It's 3 A.M and I can't believe I'm still reading fan fiction...
Now I've three stories on this forum to keep an eye on.
Now I've three stories on this forum to keep an eye on.
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Posté 20 février 2010 - 04:02
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Treason1 wrote...
..It's 3 A.M and I can't believe I'm still reading fan fiction...
Now I've three stories on this forum to keep an eye on.
LOL, the same thing is going on with me...
I only discovered Sisimka's story yesterday and was lost to the world reading it all day and could not get back fast enough this morning ..
We have some awsome talent here in this forum and I thank you all !
now, Sia, where are you?
#312
Posté 20 février 2010 - 10:43
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I started a new game so Zevran's talking to me again. Soon!
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Posté 21 février 2010 - 12:25
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Sialater wrote...
I started a new game so Zevran's talking to me again. Soon!
Yeah, it'd better be soon, or I'll start demanding to be reimbursed for my withdrawal syndrome.
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Posté 21 février 2010 - 02:51
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LOL
You don't want to know how many times I have came and checked for the next one.
*breaks out into jitters and begins to sweat*
You don't want to know how many times I have came and checked for the next one.
*breaks out into jitters and begins to sweat*
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Posté 22 février 2010 - 02:34
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Part 28
Perivantium was beautiful, on the surface. Almost every building sported a marble façade, every other of those buildings were topped with a towering golden dome and spire, winking and sparkling in the fading light of sunset. But refuse and trash and beggars littered the corners and the alleys between buildings, as if the people of the town had tried to hide that ugly underside of their town. Even this close to sun down, though, the city was still teaming with busy people each one so very concerned with their own lives and their own business.
Zevran still held Moira before him on the horse, trying not to get too wrapped up in how it felt to hold her. He really needed to teach her how to ride a horse, especially if they wanted to travel faster.
She no longer reminded him of Rinna, but he was certain every woman he ever met in the future would be compared to Moira.
He turned down a side street, heading for the stables he remembered from the last time he’d been here on a contract. It seemed like a lifetime ago, another man entirely. “I wonder if we’ll see Wynne or Shale? Do you think Shale’s fixed already?” Moira asked quietly, turning her head toward him.
He shrugged and glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, “We will be going to an inn I recommended to them. I told them not to mention me, of course. But it should have fewer bedbugs than most in Perivantium. But first, we will need to stable the horses.”
“I guess horses aren’t common enough for inns to invest in the space,” Moira said, thinking aloud.
“That makes sense,” Cullen interjected from beside them. His riding had improved greatly since they’d gotten the horses, and he held the reigns of the horse he was riding with one hand while holding the reigns of the two spares with the other.
The rest of the short ride to the stables was quiet. Zevran felt very little like talking. That point between his shoulder blades was itching again, they were being watched. He whispered in Moira’s ear, hiding his mouth in her hair, “Someone’s been following us since we entered the city.” She nodded and sat up straighter, leaning away from him. He scanned the area as cautiously as he could, but who ever was following them was very good at it.
They reached the stables and he dismounted. He helped Moira down as Cullen got down off his own horse. Perrin trotted over to flop down at Moira’s feet, tongue lolling. He saw Moira surreptitiously look around then shrug and heard her tell Cullen they were being watched. For once the young man didn’t do anything other than nod and look around as unobtrusively as Moira had done.
It took only a few moments to arrange to board the horses and store the saddles. It took slightly longer for Moira to go into one of the back rooms in the stables and change into her armor and tie her hair up. She glanced at him where he waited for her and shrugged, “It’s better than carrying it.”
Twilight was fast approaching and he left the stables, first, checking the street, the lengthening shadows and the feeling of danger making him cautious. He still couldn’t get rid of the niggling feeling they were being watched. Moira joined him and the Ferelden mage and the Antivan assassin began walking, trying to peer into every shadow and every alley they passed. He was far too aware of her presence as they walked. The Mabari picked up their tension and stalked along ahead of Moira sniffing at everything. Zevran glanced backward at Cullen and was amused to see the ex-Templar gawking at everything like the sheltered rube he was, but was using it to hide a much more alert watchfulness. He might be useful after all.
Zevran hated being proved right, however. Especially about the bad things. Cullen shouted a warning, somehow seeing the attackers before Zevran did, leaving the assassin cursing himself for being more aware of Moira than of their surroundings as a full dozen attackers surrounded them. It wasn’t difficult, they’d turned down a relatively empty street on the way to the inn Zevran remembered. Before anyone could react, Zevran felt a cool breeze emanate out from one of the shadowy figures, and Moira started cursing, using words he’d only ever heard Oghren use. “Sodding stone, Zev, they drained me!”
Weapons sprang to his and Cullen’s hands and a low growl started in the Mabari’s throat as Moira stood frozen, barely able to support the weight of her armor, much less draw her own weapons. Zevran moved to jump in front of her, but he was too late. One of the black clad figures stepped into the light of the torches. Zevran’s breath hissed through his teeth as he recognized the Crow. “Release her and I won’t hunt you down and kill you slowly, Azaelle.”
The wan-faced and heavily scarred woman laughed, her wicked-edged dagger at Moira’s throat. “No, you’ll hunt me down and kill me quickly, instead, Zevran!” Zevran met Moira’s eyes and she shook her head as carefully as she could.
“Why this game, if you’re just going to kill us, Azaelle?” He forced his eyes away from Moira’s and glared at the female Crow.
“Ah, I see Ignacio planted his seed well!” The woman roughly grabbed Moira’s hair and jerked her head back viciously.
“What by Andraste’s ass are you talking about!” Cullen shouted from behind Zevran. The younger man stood with his back to the assassin.
“The bounty was not to kill you, but to delay you.” One of the other Crows came forward and quickly stripped Moira of her weapons and armor while the two men stood frozen, unable to think of a way around the stalemate as long as Azaelle’s dagger was on Moira’s neck. As soon as the last greave hit the cobblestone, the assassins faded back into the shadows with their captive.
Azaelle was right, of course, he’d been expecting an entirely different sort of attack and had not prepared for one where the object was to disable them and not kill them. It still rankled, as did the knowledge that unless he could get a handle on how he felt about his friend, he was useless to her as a body guard. The sodding boy was better for her than he was! He stared at the spot where Moira disappeared as if he could follow them with his eyes. Without looking at Cullen, he told him, “Get her things, go down this alley and take the next two rights until you get to the Inn of the Dancing Stallion. I think you know who Wynne is?”
“Yes.”
“Tell her everything. Perrin, go with Cullen and do as he says,” Zevran looked at the Mabari. The dog growled his disagreement. Zevran crouched before the great warhound. “I will not come back without her, but you cannot come with me, my friend.” The dog whined his assent and Zevran launched himself at a silent run, folding the shadows around him and leaving Cullen to get Moira’s belongings and her dog.
Perivantium was beautiful, on the surface. Almost every building sported a marble façade, every other of those buildings were topped with a towering golden dome and spire, winking and sparkling in the fading light of sunset. But refuse and trash and beggars littered the corners and the alleys between buildings, as if the people of the town had tried to hide that ugly underside of their town. Even this close to sun down, though, the city was still teaming with busy people each one so very concerned with their own lives and their own business.
Zevran still held Moira before him on the horse, trying not to get too wrapped up in how it felt to hold her. He really needed to teach her how to ride a horse, especially if they wanted to travel faster.
She no longer reminded him of Rinna, but he was certain every woman he ever met in the future would be compared to Moira.
He turned down a side street, heading for the stables he remembered from the last time he’d been here on a contract. It seemed like a lifetime ago, another man entirely. “I wonder if we’ll see Wynne or Shale? Do you think Shale’s fixed already?” Moira asked quietly, turning her head toward him.
He shrugged and glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, “We will be going to an inn I recommended to them. I told them not to mention me, of course. But it should have fewer bedbugs than most in Perivantium. But first, we will need to stable the horses.”
“I guess horses aren’t common enough for inns to invest in the space,” Moira said, thinking aloud.
“That makes sense,” Cullen interjected from beside them. His riding had improved greatly since they’d gotten the horses, and he held the reigns of the horse he was riding with one hand while holding the reigns of the two spares with the other.
The rest of the short ride to the stables was quiet. Zevran felt very little like talking. That point between his shoulder blades was itching again, they were being watched. He whispered in Moira’s ear, hiding his mouth in her hair, “Someone’s been following us since we entered the city.” She nodded and sat up straighter, leaning away from him. He scanned the area as cautiously as he could, but who ever was following them was very good at it.
They reached the stables and he dismounted. He helped Moira down as Cullen got down off his own horse. Perrin trotted over to flop down at Moira’s feet, tongue lolling. He saw Moira surreptitiously look around then shrug and heard her tell Cullen they were being watched. For once the young man didn’t do anything other than nod and look around as unobtrusively as Moira had done.
It took only a few moments to arrange to board the horses and store the saddles. It took slightly longer for Moira to go into one of the back rooms in the stables and change into her armor and tie her hair up. She glanced at him where he waited for her and shrugged, “It’s better than carrying it.”
Twilight was fast approaching and he left the stables, first, checking the street, the lengthening shadows and the feeling of danger making him cautious. He still couldn’t get rid of the niggling feeling they were being watched. Moira joined him and the Ferelden mage and the Antivan assassin began walking, trying to peer into every shadow and every alley they passed. He was far too aware of her presence as they walked. The Mabari picked up their tension and stalked along ahead of Moira sniffing at everything. Zevran glanced backward at Cullen and was amused to see the ex-Templar gawking at everything like the sheltered rube he was, but was using it to hide a much more alert watchfulness. He might be useful after all.
Zevran hated being proved right, however. Especially about the bad things. Cullen shouted a warning, somehow seeing the attackers before Zevran did, leaving the assassin cursing himself for being more aware of Moira than of their surroundings as a full dozen attackers surrounded them. It wasn’t difficult, they’d turned down a relatively empty street on the way to the inn Zevran remembered. Before anyone could react, Zevran felt a cool breeze emanate out from one of the shadowy figures, and Moira started cursing, using words he’d only ever heard Oghren use. “Sodding stone, Zev, they drained me!”
Weapons sprang to his and Cullen’s hands and a low growl started in the Mabari’s throat as Moira stood frozen, barely able to support the weight of her armor, much less draw her own weapons. Zevran moved to jump in front of her, but he was too late. One of the black clad figures stepped into the light of the torches. Zevran’s breath hissed through his teeth as he recognized the Crow. “Release her and I won’t hunt you down and kill you slowly, Azaelle.”
The wan-faced and heavily scarred woman laughed, her wicked-edged dagger at Moira’s throat. “No, you’ll hunt me down and kill me quickly, instead, Zevran!” Zevran met Moira’s eyes and she shook her head as carefully as she could.
“Why this game, if you’re just going to kill us, Azaelle?” He forced his eyes away from Moira’s and glared at the female Crow.
“Ah, I see Ignacio planted his seed well!” The woman roughly grabbed Moira’s hair and jerked her head back viciously.
“What by Andraste’s ass are you talking about!” Cullen shouted from behind Zevran. The younger man stood with his back to the assassin.
“The bounty was not to kill you, but to delay you.” One of the other Crows came forward and quickly stripped Moira of her weapons and armor while the two men stood frozen, unable to think of a way around the stalemate as long as Azaelle’s dagger was on Moira’s neck. As soon as the last greave hit the cobblestone, the assassins faded back into the shadows with their captive.
Azaelle was right, of course, he’d been expecting an entirely different sort of attack and had not prepared for one where the object was to disable them and not kill them. It still rankled, as did the knowledge that unless he could get a handle on how he felt about his friend, he was useless to her as a body guard. The sodding boy was better for her than he was! He stared at the spot where Moira disappeared as if he could follow them with his eyes. Without looking at Cullen, he told him, “Get her things, go down this alley and take the next two rights until you get to the Inn of the Dancing Stallion. I think you know who Wynne is?”
“Yes.”
“Tell her everything. Perrin, go with Cullen and do as he says,” Zevran looked at the Mabari. The dog growled his disagreement. Zevran crouched before the great warhound. “I will not come back without her, but you cannot come with me, my friend.” The dog whined his assent and Zevran launched himself at a silent run, folding the shadows around him and leaving Cullen to get Moira’s belongings and her dog.
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Posté 22 février 2010 - 02:47
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I think I already told you, but I'm so glad that Wynne and Shale are going to help with Moira's rescue. It will be like old times. And go Zev! Make those Crows regret kidnapping Moira! 
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Posté 22 février 2010 - 03:00
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woohooo Sia is back )
and what a suspense this time to wait for the next chapter,
well done.
)and what a suspense this time to wait for the next chapter,
well done.
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Posté 22 février 2010 - 03:57
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Yay, another chapter!
(boo, more suspense!)
Looking forward to the rescue within a rescue!
(boo, more suspense!)
Looking forward to the rescue within a rescue!
#319
Posté 22 février 2010 - 04:33
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Holy crap! I'm biting my fingers over this.
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Posté 22 février 2010 - 05:37
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Why should she be delayed...
Damn you for confounding me *shakes fist*
Damn you for confounding me *shakes fist*
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Posté 23 février 2010 - 01:05
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\\o/ You rule Sia! 
Thanks for the chapter! It definitely made my Monday!
I can see why Zev would curse himself as useless since his specialty as an assassin is tracking stealthily to eliminate the target, not being out in the open and protecting a target as well as being one himself. The skills of assassins are offensive and not defensive.
At least, he will be able to track her on his own. I can't wait to see if he decides to engage once he scouts. He will have to be most cunning since they know him and his skills and he them as well. One Crow against a flock of Crows!?
Herr Uhl, good question. That has me wondering, too!
Thanks for the chapter! It definitely made my Monday!
I can see why Zev would curse himself as useless since his specialty as an assassin is tracking stealthily to eliminate the target, not being out in the open and protecting a target as well as being one himself. The skills of assassins are offensive and not defensive.
At least, he will be able to track her on his own. I can't wait to see if he decides to engage once he scouts. He will have to be most cunning since they know him and his skills and he them as well. One Crow against a flock of Crows!?
Herr Uhl, good question. That has me wondering, too!
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Posté 23 février 2010 - 02:19
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It's a murder of Crows, btw.
He's beating himself up because it's Moira.
He's beating himself up because it's Moira.
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Posté 23 février 2010 - 02:45
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She was obviously delayed so the Wardens can better prepare Alistair as their pet gimp of course!
*sees through ALL!*
*sees through ALL!*
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Posté 23 février 2010 - 02:53
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ReubenLiew wrote...
She was obviously delayed so the Wardens can better prepare Alistair as their pet gimp of course!
*sees through ALL!*
But would the wardens hire crows? And it's not like it wouldn't take them a couple of months on foot anyways, how much time would they need?
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Posté 23 février 2010 - 03:02
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I'm of the mind that Wardens will do near anything to get their way, really, so long as they think they can get away with it.
They probably know getting at Alistair would tick off quite a number of people, so I don't doubt they'd hire the Crows to delay anyone who's off trying to pick up his trail before they've thoroughly picked apart at his braaaains.
They probably know getting at Alistair would tick off quite a number of people, so I don't doubt they'd hire the Crows to delay anyone who's off trying to pick up his trail before they've thoroughly picked apart at his braaaains.
