The Grey Path - Chapter TenThe Grey Path - Chapter Ten by ThePhoenixKing
Title: The Grey Path
Author: The Phoenix King
Game: Dragon Age: Origins
Summary: Humanity's last hope isn't even human. Called upon to walk a path of blood, valour and duty, Sagramor Tabris must raise an army, rise to power and find his inner strength if he is to save Ferelden from the Blight.
Overall Rating: M/R
Disclaimer: Dragon Age characters, settings, and all in-game dialogue property of Bioware.
Chapter Ten: The Will of a Single Man
As the speaker’s arrogant words hung over the assembled nobles of Ferelden, Bann Teagan had to restrain himself from drawing his sword, his normally cheerful face drawn into a grimace of utter contempt. “Maker’s breath, he really means to do this, doesn’t he?” he whispered under his breath, gaze fixed upon the dais where Teryn Loghain addressed the anxious gathering, every word stirring bitter embers in his h
Never HisDelilah leaned against the doorway blowing a tendril of black hair out of her lyrium blue eyes, one of the few things she'd ever gotten from her family. Alistair approached her placing a hand gently on her shoulder. The mage looked over her shoulder at the former Templar and gave him a little smile, “I'm alright, it's just a little hard seeing my former home like this.”Never His by KatStarling
“Well we'll find the First Enchanter and we'll set things to right,” vowed Alistair.
Delilah smiled again, gently, at the man who had come to mean so much to her. What she had with Alistair made her flirtations with Cullen pale in comparison. She remembered how she had flirted with the Tower Templar after her Harrowing and how he been blushing the whole while. Delilah chuckled inwardly, he was always so cute when he was flustered. Her blue eyes flicked to Alistair, maybe she had a thing for cute, shy men.
Her gaze went beyond him and met Wynn's, “So we've cleared the Tower floor by floor, r
Lost in Kirkwall==========Lost in Kirkwall by kylemallory
The summer heat in Orlais is scorching. The blonde dwarf was sitting under the shade of the big apple tree in Chantry yeard, secretly arranging a set of teacups and pots he snatched from the pantry. Slowly using a small dagger to cut up some slice off lemons and toss them in the teacup, filled with ‘cubes of ice’ secretly obtained and given to him from an acquaintance. The dwarf smile and rub his hands together, but before he had a chance to enjoy his cup of cold tea, a hard, cold voice resonates behind his back.
- There you are! – Varric can tell without even turning back that it’s Cassandra Pentaghast, the only reason he is held here in the Chantry since a month ago, without any alcohol.
- If it isn’t my charming Seeker, it’s a pleasure to see you, care for a cup of tea ? – Varric jokingly said and was met with a stare that only meant ‘take-your-tea-and-shove-it-up-your-ass’.
- You lying scoundrel, answer me this! Anoth
Letters of Regret - NathanielTitle: Letters of Regret - NathanielLetters of Regret - Nathaniel by LilSisSyd
Game: Dragon Age
characters/pairing: Nathaniel x Cousland!Reader
Disclaimer: Bioware owns anything associated with Dragon Age. You own you. I only own the plot.
I still remember the way things were between us. Before all this sodding shit happened. Before you lost your family. Before the Blight….Before you killed my father.
I remember back when we were seven years old…back to when we first met. I was a nervous, very shy, and self-reserved child with a deep seed of fear for my father planted deep within my heart, even if I didn’t know it yet. I remember being constantly harassed by other kids, mainly my older brother Thomas, and had no way to really stop it. I felt s
DA:O Anora's Betrayal "Ser Cauthrien! Thank the maker you're here!" says Anora. I see Angel stiffen. She slowly turns her head to look at Anora.DA:O Anora's Betrayal by Phsbarbie
"You backstabbing bitch. When I get out of this, and I promise you I will, I'll kill you myself," she states evenly. Anora pales and I try not to giggle. My love has such a violent streak. She draws her daggers and takes a step forward. "Let's get started, shall we?" Ser Cauthrien looks nervous.
"Are you certain you won't surrender?" she asks hesitantly. Angel laughs and spins her daggers in her hands.
"I'm positive. I've finally killed the bastard responsible for my family's murder. I'm having a pretty good day." Before I can so much as blink, Anora's grabbed a vase from a nearby table and bashes her over the head with it. She falls to the ground, unconscious.
"You crazy bitch!" I yell, making a lunge for her, but Morrigan beats me to it. She draws her dagger and places i
In death, betrayalIn death, betrayal by TheLonelySeeker
The clash of battle overwhelmed even the roar of thunders down in the plains surrounding the fortress of Ostagar.
King Cailan was fighting at the head of his army, brandishing his sword amongst arrays of darkspawn. The time for glory had finally come. In peace vigilance, but legends don't arise from peace and no hero was ever born from times of vigilance. Now the entire army of the Grey Wardens of Ferelden was there with him on the front line, forty-four brave men and women led by their commander, the mighty Duncan, fighting by his side. Glorious! After that night, for the centuries to come King Cailan would have been remembered as the king who stopped the Fifth Blight and not just as the son of great King Maric, Maric the Saviour, Maric who freed Ferelden from the invaders.
That night the king and his army had waited for the enemy horde to arise from the mists of the Korcari Wilds to welcome it with a cloud of flaming arrows, then the war hounds had been unleashed and
His Choice - A collaboration with Alice-In-BlackDespite faint lines drawn from the corners of his eyes, Loghain knew that any signs of age on King Cailan were creases left from smiles and laughter, but certainly not maturity. How the product of the union between two people he loved so dearly could be so utterly detestable was made all the more despicable by the fact that this man—no, this child, was a king with the lives of every man and woman of Ferelden in his hands. Oh, fate could have a sense of humor indeed, but Loghain had lost his mirth long, long ago, and did not much appreciate the joke.His Choice - A collaboration with Alice-In-Black by Gaspode5
“To mistake the horrors and atrocities of war for glory is as childish as it is irresponsible,” Teyrn Loghain Mac Tir growled. At his sides, his balled fists trembled in rage, yet no matter how he tried to ease his grip, the old man knew he was just one more foolish argument away from cutting himself on his gauntlets. “Your continued success is not indicative of destiny unfolding, but a lucky serie
Property Claim - Ch. 3“Captured?” Cassandra cut the dwarf off. “That isn't what our reports uncovered,” she trailed off at Varric's shift in countenance. Gone was the melancholic reminiscing look in his eye, swallowed by a level of rage she hadn't seen in the dwarf. Even when he spoke of his brother, there was anger tempered with regret and bitterness. Not here, though. Here, he was fury and belligerence embodied. “We were told...” she tried to explain clinically, but he cut her off. Odd change in roles there, she thought to herself.Property Claim - Ch. 3 by EmberFalcon
“You were told that Danarius offered the Champion a deal for his slave and that she took it with a smile on her face,” he snarled. “That the elf all but begged on bended knee for her to help him, and she shrugged and said that he was on his own?” The anger he harbored would be less fear inducing if he had shouted. If he had screamed and raised his voice and let it take over his entire being, then she could let him rant
Property Claim - Ch. 2“Are you certain it's her?” Datria blinked, her greeting to Fenris caught in herProperty Claim - Ch. 2 by EmberFalcon
throat as she entered the dilapidated shelter (not a home, it would
never be a home, she thought to herself) he currently stayed in. He
was pacing, a wild and frantic look in his eyes as his gaze would
flicker to the guard captain seated beside the table not far from
him. Aveline shifted subtly in her seat, her stoic expression hiding
her doubts both to the certainty of the identification and how well a
meeting between the two would go if she had got it right. Her gaze
lifted to the contemplative elf, who had paused in his movements, as
if in anticipation in her answer.
“An elf, matching your description, on the ship you named. And alone, as
far as I could tell,” she stated calmly. Datria knew better
than to interrupt the exchange- both she and Aveline knew what this
could mean to Fenris, fears and all. And Maker bless her, Aveline was
doing her best to be gentle about the in
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