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Dragon Age
The Secret Life of Lyria
Human Mage
Chapter 1
The Harrowing
The following takes place one month before the mages are summoned to Ostagar.
Dear Diary,
Yesterday was an interesting day. I snuck into my secret passage I had found so I could listen in on Uldred’s secret meetings, oh what people say when they think no one is listening. I laughed to myself. It's a good thing I am so short although I am often mistaken for an elf. "Bugger that I mean does it look like I have pointy ears?! I am 18 not a child!!!” If only I had been born in Orlais and not a mage, I could have been a bard spy, because I am good at not being seen. The Maker wills it and all that rubbish bah! The maker says this, the maker says that, BAH I say! Uldred has made a few good points over the years, but lately I feel this chill go up my spine when he talks as if something of great horror is going to happen. Maybe I should talk to Wynne...... hmmm nah she would just insist everything was fine and be all motherly as usual uugh.
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Knight Commander Gregoir: “LYRIA!!!!”
I jumped at the Knight Commander Greagoir’s shout and looked up from my diary to give the him an annoyed look.
Lyria: Thinking to herself - Made me snap my quill the blighter. “Yes Knight Commander, oh ‘Holy One.” I rolled my eyes at him.
Knight Commander Greagoir: “It is time. Come, I'll have none of your jests today!”
Lyria: “Uh huh.”
Knight Commander Greagoir: “To think I came myself to get you. I should have sent Cullen since he has more patience with you mages, now COME!”
Lyria: So the day has come, the day all mages fear... the harrowing....my harrowing.
I walked slowly, my feet feeling heaver with every step. "Am I truly ready?" I thought. Up, up we went, "Almost there". By the time I got to the Harrowing Chamber I was so lost in thought I didn't hear Greagoir spew his maker nonsense. The room was bigger than I thought it would be.
First Enchanter Irving: “Lyria, child, it's going to be ok. Remember what you have been taught and you should be fine.”
Lyria: “Yes, the fade is a realm of dreams blah blah resist temptation blah blah.”
Both the Knight Commander and the First Enchanter gave me a scolding look. I just giggled to myself. I love annoying them both, they’re too easy.
Knight Commander Greagoir: “It is time. Now come, you are more than ready.”
As I walked toward the pedestal I felt as though I was walking to my destiny. As I reached out to touch the lyrium, I expected it to burn me. Although I remembered it having negative effects, it felt strangely warm and inviting.
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There was a bright light all of a sudden, and when I opened my eyes, everything looked distorted - like I was drunk or something. "Not that I would know what that felt like.”
I had been walking for some time when I came across a crying child.
Crying Child: “P-p-please H-h-help me.” The child sobbed quietly.
I looked at him with suspicion, knowing this was a trick. The old playing a defenseless child trick, something I had done many times myself growing up in the tower. I decided to play the demon’s game for the moment.
Lyria: “What is wrong child, are you lost?”
Crying Child: “I-i -i am all alone, p-p-please can you help me? Can you take me with you out of this sc-c-cary place? I want to go home!”
I rolled my eyes. S-s-s-sure if I wanted to be an abomination. I motioned for the kid to follow me, to see how far the demon would take this game. A dangerous gamble, but progress was never made by playing it safe.
We walked a bit and I could feel a shift in the energy around us and knew the demon was making its move. Big mistake demon. I turned around quickly, staff ready and had to avert my eyes. It had to be a desire demon. Ugh, put some clothes on, I thought.
Desire Demon: “It is obvious you are not fooled”, she said seductively.
Lyria: I wonder why? “What gave me away?”
Desire Demon: “Enough games, I know you tire of your confinement,” she purred. “I could help with the release from your prison.”
Lyria: I can handle my own release thank you. “No thank you, please go away now!”
Desire demon: “Do you really wish to remain in the tower? You could be so much more with my help.”
Lyria: Yeah I could be tall dark and gruesome. “True, true, but I can handle it just fine. Now, if you don’t mind, I am going to kill you, since you won't go away.”
Desire Demon: *sighs* “Very well.”
I quickly threw a fire ball at her but missed, and before I could run she froze my legs and I fell. Stupid desire demon and her quick thinking. I smashed the ice from my legs with my staff just before her next blow hit me and managed to burn her arm. She screamed in pain and I laughed.
She attempted to fool me with copies of herself, surrounding me and laughing. I don't have time for this! I had decided to do something crazy; I did something I had never done before. Summoning all the energy I could, I slammed my staff down hard, and whirled it around, sending waves of flame outward, igniting every desire demon copy, including the original and watched in triumph as she died.
Then everything went dark.........
Chapter 2
Conspiracy and an Unwelcomed Surprise
It has been two weeks since I became a full fledge mage by surviving my Harrowing. I have been spying on Uldred for what feels like months now, and with each passing day his speeches become more angry and hateful. I have a hard time believing what the chantry says about the Maker and I don't really care for most templars, but I don't think I have ever seen someone radiate such a violent aura.
After getting a message from one of my spies in Uldred’s little group, I am on my way to spy on one of his meetings again. I have a sick feeling in my stomach that gets worse the closer I get to the secret passage. I reached the secret passage that I found in the library when I was very young, and pulled on what looked like a blank book. There is a secret passageway located in the exterior walls of the Tower that leads to a peep hole for almost every room in the tower. As I got closer to the peep hole to Uldred’s secret meeting place, I started to smell blood and lots of it; I froze just before the peep hole and just listened.
Uldred: “Finally our numbers are large enough! My fellow mages, the time for us to strike back at the templars is near. We will no longer be subject the law of the chantry. Soon we will unleash our wrath using the great power of blood magic. We will attack when they least suspect and all who oppose us will die!”
Blood Mages: YAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!
I froze, vibrating with fear, rage and pity for the witless fool. To turn to blood magic is the true sign of a coward and lack of wit. I stood there at war with myself at what to do.
Should I go to the templars or the First Enchanter, but what proof would I have. All they would do is investigate and that would give Uldred time to get rid of any evidence or worse. What should I do?
As I stood there thinking, it came to me. I would have to break a few rules but I had to do something.
I rushed down to the other entrance to the secret passages, located in the repository. Once I arrived in the repository, I started to go through the books, looking at different kinds of magic that we weren't supposed to know about.
While searching I came across a three interesting books called Shifting Away, Holy Mage, and Spirit Bound. I looked and quickly memorized passages in other books that had to do with heavy shields and healing, but they were not as interesting. As I was memorizing the last book I heard something behind me....
I whirled around and came face to face with the last person I expected to see.
Lyria: “Don't you have another escape plan to carry out?”
He gave me a look that said my comment annoyed him but he quickly cast it aside.
Anders: “All in due time, I come down here often to clear my head and to my surprise found the queen of hermits breaking the rules!”
Lyria: “So says the guy who has "tried" to stay "free" but always gets caught as you should!” I said as I jabbed his shoulder with my finger. He glared at me again but then just smile and shrugged.
Lyria: “When will you give up your foolish escape attempts, Anders? One day they won't bring you back, they might just kill you outright next time.” He laughed and it was my turn to glare.
Anders: “So concerned for my welfare. I am touched. A pretty girl such as you shouldn't frown so, with such lovely white hair and silvereyes. Come give us a kiss, no one will hear us down here.” He moved closer to me and I pointed my staff at him.
Lyria: “Sorry Anders, I prefer men who don't have commitment issues. Now, if you will excuse me, I am leaving!”
He looked really pissed now, and I almost laughed in his face but I was too irritated to do so.
Stupid Anders, one day he will be his own undoing. Where does he get the gall to assume I would be free with my affections like that? I stomped through the secret passages and thought about how to go about practicing for what I had planned for Uldred.
Chapter 3
Blood and Fire
It had been five weeks since my Harrowing.
Dear Diary:
Gar was recruited into the grey wardens a few weeks ago. He had helped his friend escape; I am beginning to understand why someone would want to risk being an apostate. I caught Anders escaping again, I should have said something but something inside me said not too. Oh well, not my problem anyway. I wonder why Uldred hasn't made his move yet, what is he waiting for?
KABOOOOM!!!!
Lyria: “WHAT IN THE MAKERS NAME WAS THAT!?!?!!” I think my heart just stopped, even though it is actually beating too fast. What is that smell.... dear Maker it smells like blood and fire.
I gather up my sack, throwing in my diary, lyrium I had snatched from stores, and the spell books I had taken from the repository and ran to see what the source of the smell was. As I reached the library, I came face to face with a horde of abominations. I was too late; Uldred has begun his plan. I quickly snapped out my shock and threw a fire ball at them. As they lay burning, I quickly fled the scene and rounded the corner to see Wynne go down protecting a fellow mage. Instead of allowing fear to take over, I summoned all my rage and threw myself at the demon, running it through my staff and blowing it to pieces with a fire ball.
Lyria: ewww demon guts "I'm going to be sick."
Petra: “WYNNE! WYNNE! OH WYNNE PLEASE GET UP!”
Lyria: “Calm yourself woman, lest you draw more demons to us!” The girl was in such a state of shock she didn't hear me. I don't blame her I should be as scared as her, but still we don't have time for hysteria so I slapped her. Hard.
Lyria: “Petra, snap out of it! We must get away from here!
Petra: “We can't leave Wynne, we just can’t!”
Lyria: “She's dead, and there is nothing we can do about it now. Don’t let her death be in vain now let's get going!” Just as I was about to slap her again, a horde of rage demons found us. "I refuse to die today," I screamed as I twirled my staff around, gaining speed and casting a snow spell. The spell continuously created a swirling vortex of ice, blasting through the horde and freezing them solid. "Makers breath, it worked, I can't believe it worked".
Petra: “Oh thank the Maker....*gasps* Wynne, can you hear me are you alright?”
Wynne, groaning: “I am alright Petra, what about you?”
Petra: “I am fine, thanks to Lyria.”
Wynne: “Maker bless you, Lyria, thank goodness you were here.”
Lyria: “You’re welcome, now come on get up please, before another horde of only Maker knows what comes along.”
It is just too much, it seems like nowhere is safe. If the templars can't handle this, then they can’t protect us anymore and they definitely have no right to rule over us. I can’t be a good little circle mage anymore. I have to get out - but how? Wynne and Petra will try to talk me out of it or try to stop me. Well, since I don't want to have to kill them I will have to do something drastic now all I need is....
KABOOM!!!
All of a sudden I was sent flying through the air, and it took me a minute to realize I had been shot out of a window and was now falling to my death. Think fast think fast! OH!" I began to chant as fast as I could and right before I hit the ground, I successfully shape-shifted into to a crow and flew across the water. I had barely made it in time. Talk about a close call!
I flew high into the sky, taking in my surroundings, and smelt death everywhere. "So this blight is real then...pity."
What was I to do now, I wondered. I am now an apostate but hopefully they will think I am dead for the time being at least.
Chapter 4
Loss
It has now been three months since my Harrowing.
What to do what to do? I have been in the wilds for two months now, practicing every spell that I could from the books I brought with me. Since I had an eidetic memory, and had memorized the books I had brought with me, they now seemed more like dead weightthen something useful. As I have been taught, the books and other items locked in the repository were there for a reason. What should I do with these books now? I stood there thinking and decided that, since I had what I needed from the books and didn't want anyone else to get their hands on them, I would burn them. Mages in the tower would think it was a waste I am sure, but I couldn't risk any mage with bad intentions getting hold of them. After making sure there was nothing left of the books, I decided to leave the wilds.
I had walked for days, and saw a town in the distance; I decided to try out a spell that I had tried yet only once, when I flew from the tower as a crow. After I had found a hidden spot where I wouldn't be seen, I again shape-shifted, only this time I turned myself into an orange tabby cat. Everyone loves cats. It was time to get some food, one way or another. As I got closer a horrible smell assaulted my nose, but I decided to venture forward anyway. I sensed danger, so I crouched down and faded into the tall grass. I crawled closer until I saw them, a whole hoard of dark spawn.
I stayed in the tall grass and the shadows looking for survivors. After hours of searching, I came to the sad conclusion that no one survived.
I could only hope some escaped.
As I was leaving, I came across a little elven girl. It looked like she had been infected by the blight and was dying slowly. I don't know how to cure such a thing and I can't bring myself to kill a little girl. I twitched my tail, trying not to cry for it seemed so unfair. The little girl managed to turn her head with what little strength she had. She reached out to me and so I went to her, putting my head next to hers while she petted me.
Elven girl: “Nice kitty. *coughs violently* .........*breathing heavily* ….. *please…..stay….with….me…I…am so….scared. *coughs violently*. I curled up next to her to keep her warm the best I could, purring to keep her calm. Her breathing began to weaken before long and I knew the end was near for her. As the sun set, she took her final breath, and I cried for her and for everyone that died here today.
After shifting back to my human form temporarily, I buried her near the small river nearby and prayed for her to reach the Maker’s side. When I was done with my unhappy task, I shifted back into a cat and went on my way.
You know that is the first time I have ever prayed to the Maker?
What should I do? Where should I go? What could be my purpose? After going through something I had never gone through before,the death of a young elven girl, I felt something in me change. I don't know what the something was, but I knew it was going to change me forever.
Chapter 5
An Unusual Encounter
Five and a half months after my Harrowing.
I prowled the streets of Denerim, looking for food in my cat form. It turns out Fereldans do love dogs more than any other animal. In my current form I avoided the dogs of course, although the mabari are really impressive; maybe I will get one someday. I decided to try the alienage to see if they were less harsh then the humans. As I snuck around the alienage, I managed to swipe a few fresh fish, for they had plenty. As I was about to leave, a large group of humans charged into the alienage. They began to kill without rhythm or reason, men, women, even the children.
I can't let this happen!
I jumped toward a human, transforming back into my human form as I moved.
Denerim Guard: “APOSTATE!!!!!!! SOMEONE GO GET THE TEMPLARS!!!!!”
Oh no you don't. Before any guards could leave, I tried to seal both exits. Unfortunately, a guard made it out. Probably should have done that first.
Lyria: “GET BEHIND ME I'LL PROTECT YOU!” Most of the elves looked at me as if my wits had left me, but I stood my ground regardless.
City Guard: “Don't do anything foolish, mage!”
Lyria: “Why are you killing these elves? They have no means to defend themselves. What have they done?”
City Guard: “We are just following orders from the new arl of Denerim. Due to the riots, he has ordered the alienage purged.
Lyria: “Yea, I heard about this riot. I think the elves had reason to riot, since the last arl’s son had committed crimes against these elves.”
City Guard: “Well, that is not for you to decide now is it mage? Step aside or we will use deadly force and I don’t think you would survive.
Lyria: “I'd like to see you try!”
Cullen: “LYRIA, STOP THIS MADNESS!!!” The last person I ever expected to be in Denerim stood there with Circle Tower templars.
Lyria: “The only madness happening here is the slaughter of innocent elves here.”
Cullen: “I agree and understand, but there is no need for you to cause more trouble for the elves by killing these guards.” I stood there thinking, he's right the blighter, but I refuse to go back to the Fereldan circle because it is useless and unorganized.
Cullen: “Please just come along quietly, I don't want to have to hurt you Lyria. Please come with me!” As I looked into his eyes, I notedthere that there seemed to be something there that I am sure shouldn't be there. He looked really concerned for my welfare and something else.
Templar: “Give it up, mage. You have nowhere to go, we have you surrounded!”
Sod it; they had managed to get around me while I was distracted.
Cullen: “Lyria...please!”
Maker, the look he is giving me, his eyes are showing too much, what is with him? Just then I heard a templar make a move behind meto grab me, managed to evade him. The Templars came at me in an attempt to capture me. Oh no, you don't! Despite Cullen and the Templar’s attempts, I managed to quickly transform into a cat and jump to the top of one of the elven houses. I looked back at the templar's and saw Cullen mouth something to me.
Cullen: "Be safe.”
CHAPTER 6
Destiny Comes Charging In
A few days after I left Denerim, I came upon a camp in my cat form, which I had maintained the entire time. It was a mixed group of people that I didn't recognized until I looked near the tents and froze. It was Wynne. What is she doing outside the tower? Standing not far from Wynne was Gar. He looked rough, dirty and he had cuts all over his face. What is going on? I wandered close to Wynne. She must have heard me somehow and turned to look at me.
Wynne: “Did you think you could sneak up on a fellow mage?” I was irritated to be sure, but shifted back to my human form to converse with her.
Lyria: “Hello Wynne, it has been a long time since last we met. What brings you way out here?
Wynne: “I am travelling with the Grey Warden, so I may help stop the Blight.” Stop the blight - I was sure I heard her correctly and wondered why she would attempt something so dangerous after her ordeal at the tower. She looked healthy enough, but I could sense something different in her, something changed.
Lyria: “Wynne are you sure you should be out and about after what happened at the tower? You almost died!”
Wynne: “I am fine, but why are you out here? Why are you not at the circle? You do not seem to be the type to become an apostate.”
Lyria: “I will always be a Circle mage, but I can't return to the Fereldan Circle.”
Wynne: “You should go back; I don't want to see you get hurt.”
Lyria: “I will be fine Wynne, please don't worry.”
Gar: “LYRIA!” I looked over to see Gar walking towards me; he looked so worn out.
Lyria: “Hello Gar, it has been awhile, hasn’t it?”
Gar: “You should be in the circle, where it’s safe.”
Lyria: “Safe! Really! And here I thought hordes of shades, rage demons and abominations were a bad thing. My mistake! I'll just head back right now and skip while I'm at it!” He gave me look that reminded me of a father scolding his child.
Gar: “You know what I mean; this is no time for...”
Lyria: “My jests, I know. I may return to the circle eventually, but not right now.”
Gar: “Well if I cannot convince you, please be safe, and may the Maker watch over you.”
Lyria: “I wish the same for you as well Gar.” I said my goodbyes to Gar and Wynne and went on my way.
I had not traveled a half mile before I found myself confronted by a single templar. From a distance, I knew he was a templar because of the symbol on his clothing. He was unarmed and unarmored. I thought he must have lost his wits, or he is most surely drunk. Once I looked closer, I was stunned.
Cullen: “Lyria, I am glad you are safe. Please know I come to you as myself and not as a templar.”
Lyria: “Is that right? Well if you are not here to take me back to the circle then why are you here? And with no armored or arms? It would only take just one fire ball to burn you.” I held my staff out in case this was a trap of some sort.
Cullen: “I came here unarmed and unarmored to show you that I trust you and that I mean you no harm. I wanted to talk to you, alone and face to face.” I looked at him as if he were truly daft. If he was about to say what I thought he was about to say, I was at a loss for words.
Lyria: “Well what is it you want to talk to me about, Cullen?” He looked nervous, and as if he was to be ill at any moment. He reached for something in his robe and I blushed; I let out a breath of relief when he just pulled out a bottle. Upon closer expectation, I could see it was a phylactery!
Cullen: “I want you to come back to the circle, but I won't force you.” He then did something I never thought any templar would do, let alone Cullen. He threw my phylactery into the river where it shattered on a rock, and the blood washed away.
Lyria: “Cul..”
Cullen: “Don't say anything. Just know that I will be going to the Kirkwall Circle soon.” I had so many questions for him, but he had turned his back and was already walking away. What is he up to, is this some sort of test? Why does he trust me so much? Not that he shouldn't trust me, but it just boggles the mind. I was still thinking about what had just happened when out of nowhere three individuals came running out of the forest.
Isana: “RUN!!! DARKSPAWN!!!!!!!!!”
CHAPTER 7
Body Count
Why is it that no matter where I go chaos and death follows?
Out of nowhere a dwarf burst from the bushes with a horde of darkspawn behind her, and a battle begins.
Isana: “HEY YOU DON’T JUST STAND THERE HELP US!!!!!!” From the looks of her she was a rogue and was pretty good with daggers. I put up my shields and prepared for what looked to be a long battle; there had to be at least fifty or more darkspawn.
Lyria: “SO ARE THESE LOVELIES FRIENDS OF YOURS OR DO YOU DO THIS SORT OF THING FOR FUN?”
Isana: “SOD OFF!!”
Lyria: *Laughs* “I guess it was your charm that attracted them to you!” As Isana beheaded a gunlock, she gave me a glare that said I was next if I didn't shut my mouth and start getting busy. I just laughed and continued to blow up dark spawn. As I turned to my left I saw the emissary and did what any smart person would do in a huge battle. Take out the mage!
Oh, the irony! I ran through the large group of dark spawn that surrounded it, blowing off heads as I went.
Lyria: “EWWWW BLOOD, AND WHATS THIS?!? MAKERS BREATH!!!!! THERE WAS AN EYEBALL IN MY HAIR!!!!!!”
Isana: “Talk about having eyes on the back of your head! HA!!!” I ignored her and kept running towards the emissary. Just when I was about to reach it, I saw a huge fire ball coming up behind it.
BOOM!!!
The emissary went down in flames and Gar nonchalantly strolled up.
I hate it when someone takes my kill.
Lyria: “Why Gar, it is so good of you to join us!”
Gar: “No time, kill now!!” He wasn’t kidding; three hours later there was still a good number of darkspawn. All of a sudden the ground started to shudder violently. Without warning, a giant boulder comes flying at us from what seems like out of nowhere.
SPLAT!!!!
Ironically the boulder landed on a few darkspawn, and I had a good laugh at that. My laughter died when a huge ogre came stomping onto the road. For some reason when it saw me, it thought I was the biggest threat or weakest link, like I said everyone goes for the mage first but since I am not the only mage here that's kind of irrelevant.
It charged at me in a burning rage. I didn't know what to do, and an idea struck me just as it was about to reach me. I quickly gathered all my reserves of mana and created a giant slanted ice spike with the tip of it pointing in the ogre’s direction. As fast as he was running, he couldn't stop himself. I just got out of the way when he impaled himself right through the heart. We made it back to Gar's camp after we finished washing ourselves in the nearby lake. Isana and I found a private place out of the sight of the men, and threatened their lives if they should get any ideas. Afterwards, we all found a place to sleep, and rested after such a long day.
Chapter 8
Setting Sail!
It had now been several months since my Harrowing.
I woke to the suffocating smell of burning flesh. When I came out of my tent there was a pile of templar corpses and a mage whose face I couldn’t see due to his hood pulled up, talking to Isana. I was horrified at the sight and my anger kicked in. I stomped up to the mage and punched him in the face, breaking his nose with a nasty crunch.
Isana: “HEY, HEY, CALM YOUR ARSE, LYRIA!!!”
Lyria: “WHY SHOULD I? THE IDIOT KILLED TEMPLARS, WHICH NO DOUBT WILL BRING MORE TO FIND US WHEN THEY DONT REPORT IN. HOW CAN HE BE SO STUPID!?!?!?!”
Isana: “First off, these templars were looking for you! They were about to wake you when he came out of nowhere and distracted them. He saved you!”
Lyria: “He did nothing but make things worse. If he truly wanted to help he could have lead them away and lost them in the woods or something.”
Isana: “Hmm, I suppose you make a good point, but what done is done.”
Anders: “Fear not Isana, that was Lyria’s famous love tap that she always so seems eager to give me.” I whirled around and saw the last mage in the world I wanted to see.
Lyria: “Still alive I see!”
Anders: “Your concern for my current condition overwhelms me, pretty lady.”
Lyria: “What are you doing all the way out here and covered in filth? Could you not find a lake or some body of water to wash in? Have you eaten recently? You look thin. And find something to brush that mop you call hair, you look like a mabari after a battle.”
Anders: “Yes mother, right away mother.” He laughed. I glared at him but said nothing. I just stomped over to the camp fire and sat down on a log.
Anders: “YOU’RE WELCOME, BY THE WAY!!!” I didn’t look back at him; I just stared at the fire with my anger starting to flame, which made the fire bigger. I heard him and Isana coming to join me and looked away when Anders sat next to me.
Anders: “You know I am a grey warden now. I chase down and kill darkspawn now!”
Lyria: “…and templars!!!” He shrugged like it was the normal, everyday thing to do, which made me want to break something else.”
Lyria: “You hungry? We have some nug we caught in a deep road entrance not far from here.
Anders: “I would eat anything you give me, mother dear!”
Lyria: “Don't call me mother, for Maker’s sake! You’re older than me. GRANDPA!! I laughed at him.
Anders: “HAG!!!”
Lyria: “LIMP NOODLE!!!”
Anders: “And she throws a low blow! How would you know if I am a limp noodle or not hmmmmmmmmm???”
Lyria: “Shut up!”
Anders: “So want to go to Kirkwall with me?” It seemed funny to me when he laughed and sighed in the same breath.
Lyria: “Kirkwall, the city of templars! Why would I go there?” Although I may join the circle there, but I also enjoy my freedom hmmm,"
Anders: “Well, we aren't well known there and there are good places to hide out.”
Lyria: “We could start a clinic for refugees, which would give the poor a reason not to rat us out!”
Isana: “I could join the Red Iron or become a lone mercenary!”
Anders: “Uh yea sure that could work!” He stood up and started gathering his belongings.
Lyria: “Shall we?”
Anders: “We shall!
Chapter 9
What is Love Worth to You?
We have been in Kirkwall for three years by this time.
It's just awkward, sitting in the hanged man, drinking life away, not sure what to do with myself. Varric and Isana were drinking with me. I sighed.
Varric: “Something the matter???”
Lyria: “Nothing much; it's just that I have been in Kirkwall for three years and Cullen has only come to see me once.”
Isana: “WELL YOU SHOULD SEND HIM A NOTE TELLING HIM WHAT A WASTE OF TIME HE IS. WHO LEADS A GIRL ON LIKE THIS!?” I mean, I get the whole thing, he's a templar and you're a mage, but sod it all, it doesn't take a genius to sneak here to see you. I say he is as dumb as a nug and you should forget him and find someone who will love you no matter what.”
Lyria: “Yea you’re right Isana, I think I will do that. I am not getting any younger and I want kids some day before I am old and grey.”
Isana: “Speaking of grey, you check out that Qunari in the corner over there!”
Lyria: “If you mean Maaras, what about him? He knows I am a mage and I am sure he wants nothing to do with one. I mean, you know what Qunari do to their mages.”
Isana-: “Well if he wanted to kill you, or did not think much of you, I am sure he wouldn't watch you the way he does.”
Lyria: “He watches everyone like they have dirt on their face or something; it’s kind of creepy.”
Varric: “Since when are you turned off by creepy?”
Isana: “Yea why don't you go talk to him hmmmmmm???”
Lyria: “WHAT? NO! Are you insane???? What would I say to him anyway that wouldn't annoy him. Qunari are very serious!”
Isana: “Hmmmmm, you have a point!”
Varric: “You could grab his butt as he passes!”
Lyria: “I don't like it when a guy does that to me, so I am not about to do that to another person. Besides, he is like 6'1 and I am 5'0. It would be awkward!” I gave Varric an irritated look as I said this.
Isana: “Or perfect if you think about it!”
Lyria: “Of course you would go there!”
Isana- *laughs*
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