Dragon-Age

The rain started not long after they stopped for the night. The campfire hissed and sputtered, water rebounded from the rock walls ringing the camp, and their comrades bolted for the dry safety of their tents. Alistair snatched up his stew, Wynne her books, Oghren his mead, and all of them vanished behind the hide flaps so swiftly that a watcher might have thought a mage had somehow erased them from existence. Leliana was about to follow – even stood to do so – when she saw Maddie. Eyes upon the clouds, feet firmly planted on a rock, the leader of their party stood with her head tilted back and her arms held away from her sides, a

Warning: Slight spoilers for Trespasser 5 years…that’s how long it had been since the exalted council had occurred resulting in the Inquisition being allowed to remain however despite the decision (Inquisitor’s name) felt the constant stare of those who were watching them. Dorian had returned to Minrathous in Tevinter to claim his father’s position as magister, beginning a movement very similar to the Inquisition inspired by the lover he left behind in the south for 4 years. At first it had been fine leaving each other behind of course they were also both kept busy with keeping their organizations in check but as with