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
No Word for Friend...Darrek had spotted the sword the moment he entered the house. It wasn't an overly ornate thing, no gems or special trinkets glued to it for effect. The blade, bound to the handle by thick braided leather, was made of the finest steel he had ever laid eyes on. The quality of the weapon rivaled the mastery of any Highever or dwarven blacksmith he'd ever seen. As he looked closer he could see the flaws in the blade. It was an old weapon, had seen more then it's fair share of battle. Each scratch, every nick, told the story of a long history of war in far away lands he had never traveled.No Word for Friend... by Shaleene1
“Give me that blade.” He said to the dwarf who was watching him with a suspicious eye. Darrek's eyes stayed on the blade. He knew the sword as if it were his own. He had never actually seen the weapon before. Never seen a weapon of it's like. Such a thing would have been unwieldy anyway. It was a good seven and a half feet at least, maybe more and no doubt weighed twice what his warhound Talon
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"Oh! This is amazing" Merrill turned in a circle, her long azure gown spinning around her ankles, "Varric, you'll dance with me won't you I have never danced a waltz before, but I'll try not to hurt you."
Varric eyed the room, in search of either the bar or the closest waiter. "Of course Daisy, just let me get a drink first I can't see anything through this mask!"
Isabela handed Varric a fluted glass as she took Merrill's hand, "Come on Kitten, you and I can practice our dance steps over near the balcony, perhaps even find a few wealthy nobles along the way "
"Isabela .don't." Aveline fidgeted pulling her gown's neckline up while slapping away Donnic's helpful hand with a glare. "I don't know why I let Hawke talk me into this.
"I agree." Fenris intoned, remaining hidden behind the group.
Anders laughed, shaking his head in agreement, "I never thought I would say this, but I agree with Fenris. This ball is for Hawke, the Champion of Kirkwall. I don't see why we had
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The groups had fought their way into the central chamber where the nobles were being kept. The Arishok stood at the top of the steps, a double-axe resting across his shoulders. Qunari lined the edges of the room, all with weapons out. They all saw the head of Viscount Dumar lying on the floor. Adia gagged at the sight of it and turned away, while her sister closed her eyes and shook her head. Behind them, their companions took stock of the situation. “...They didn't...” Aveline whispered, eyes wide.
“It was only a matter of time,” Fenris replied matter-of-factly.
“Seamus will be heart-broken when he finds out,” Merrill realized, hands over her mouth. Amber and Anders both placed comforting hands on her shoulders.
“That's assuming we all live long enough to tell him, Daisy,” Varric told her, hands tightening ever so slightly on Bianca. The Arishok nodded at them, desce
Punishment II: ChancePunishment II: Chance by Billini
When his chains fell to the ground, Anders sighed in relieve and rubbed his wrists. His head ached and his back burned, but he had experienced worse in the last days. Actually the feeling of being finally free was awakening his spirits again, as well as his refusal to give up. Even at the very end of the Seekers interrogation he had not really been broken, no matter how it might have looked like. He simply had started to accept that instead of dying in a fight against templars, he would die at the hands of a fanatic.
In the end it would not have made any difference. After a long road full of self doubts, abdication and attempts to make a change, he had at least succeeded in the latter one: The destruction of the chantry had woken Thedas up. If he would have needed to die down here, he would have done so. There was nothing in the world outside waiting for him: Hawke had chased him off and fought Meredith with her Elven lover on her own, refusing to accept h
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