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
Shared Fate - Part 1Shared Fate - Part 1 by Billini
"Are you sure we are right here?" Jowan whispered next to her while he was sceptically watching the people around them. Funny that a blood mage could be so suspicious.
"Relax", was all Neria answered. "Or do you fear some beggars?"
"I fear more what they could do to my new robes....". he murmured and was carefully avoiding the contact with any of these poor guys living in Darktown.
Neria rolled her eyes and shook her head, than sped up when she saw the clinics' entrance in front of them. "We found it!"
"Here Anders is HEALING people? They are afterwards probably sicker than before..."
"Don't be such an ass only because you don't like him!"
"Pff... he wasn't exactly charming back in the Circle. He said I act whiningly..."
Neria laughed and squeezed her friends' arm. "You ARE acting whiningly, Jowan..."
Her laughter about his offended face got caught in her throat when she entered the clinic and directly looked at Anders. He was just healing an elderly man,
Rescue the CrowRescue the Crow by Dankia
A/N: This was inspired by XNAMASSE’s great picture ‘The Capture’, I hope I’ve done it some justice. The link for the picture can be found in the description. Also I am using the picture with his permission. Now betaed by the great vabvioand.
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything in Dragon Age but my warden and Hawke.
Zevran turned towards the voice shouting his name and felt a smile pulling at his lips as the Warden-Commander walked up to him.
“So is it true? Are you really getting ready to leave?”
Zevran turned from the worried blond-haired mage and leaned against the Keep’s wall before nodding as he studied the countryside.
“I’m afraid so, my friend. This last attack by the Crows came a little too close for my comfort. It’s time I took this battle to them.”
Turning his head, Zev
Letters of Regret - FenrisTitle: Letters of Regret - FenrisLetters of Regret - Fenris by LilSisSyd
Game: Dragon Age
characters/pairing: Fenris x Reader
Disclaimer: Bioware owns everything regarding Dragon Age. You own you. I only own the plot.
Fenris silently growled to himself as he waited in the foyer for a certain someone to come back and fetch him. He impatiently tapped his bare foot against the cold stone floor as he looked around the small walk in area of the very familiar house, trying to find who he came here for or at least something to get his mind off of it. This was degrading. He wished he didn’t have to do this but-as much as he hated to admit it-he couldn’t do this without her help. Besides, she was the best option he had. Varric would’ve just added his embarrassin
All In Good Fun: PrologueAll In Good Fun: Prologue by TaoAndThen
Dear Dean and Samuel Winchester,
What would you do if you awoke to find yourselves in a world parallel to your own? A world existing inside a game? What would you do if everything you knew of hunting, of angels and deities, of ghosts, of magic, of creatures not human…was wrong? Could you survive? Could you beat the game?
Welcome to my playground. I have a name, but it’s of no consequence to you. To you I am the Dungeon Master. To satiate my boredom I created a world set in a role playing game known as World of Darkness and tossed the two of you inside it. For a little extra fun, and to make it more challenging for you, I have thrown in elements of other games as well. How much do you about Dungeons and Dragons? Final Fantasy? Dragon Age? I doubt the life of a hunter allows for much leisure time (save for Dean’s sexual escapades).
As you can probably infer by my choices I have a weakness for fanta
Andraste's Key:: Chapter 1 - ConnorSTORY SUMMARYAndraste's Key:: Chapter 1 - Connor by EasternViolet
After the destruction of the Kirkwall Chantry, a mysterious mage recruits an Orlesian scholar to find Andraste's key, a relic with the power to bring down the entire Chantry. Professor Sauniere is instructed to seek help from the Hero of Ferelden, but along the way, gets the unsolicited aid from a certain Champion. The DA world is thrown together when the Scholar, the Hero, an escaped apostate and the Champion, scour Thedas to find this relic and reveal a truth that the Chantry would kill to remain hidden.
This is an epic, multi-POV action adventure story. Contains strong language and violent situations. Regular updates.
Chapter One: Connor
His feet were dragging over the stone floor. He quit struggling and let them relax, hoping to prevent his shoes from tearing. Unfortunately, his submission did not relieve the pinching under his arms. Two templars flanked the fifteen year old mage, one on each side. Their armoured gloves dug deep into hi
HiraethHiraeth – (n.) a homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past.Hiraeth by wotan345
What is home?
He had a patient this morning who had asked him just that. The man had laughed when he had told him to go home and rest for a few days after he treated him; that bitter, resigned, hard laugh he hears so often down here in Darktown. And then he had asked him that question: "Home? What is home, ser mage?"
It wouldn't leave him alone for the better part of the day and even now, standing there at the window just outside his clinic, staring into the night sky, the brightly blinking stars seem to whisper at him what is home? He is not sure he knows anymore, not sure if he ever did. Home is where you belong and he never belonged, never fit in.
Liar, a little, relentless voice whispers somewhere in the back of his head. You did belong. You still could if you tried just a little harder.
His thoughts drift
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