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Vengeance in GreyTitle: Vengeance in GreyVengeance in Grey by ~ThePhoenixKing
Author: The Phoenix King
Game: Dragon Age: Origins
Summary: Leliana considers the secrets she's been keeping, as Sagramor embarks on a mission of revenge. Side-story to The Grey Path for the Dragon Age Stories January 2013 Writing Challenge. Spoilers for The Grey Path ahead!
Word Count: 990 words in total, not counting title or this intro text.
Overall Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Dragon Age characters, settings, and all in-game dialogue property of Bioware.
Vengeance in Grey
Refugees scattered as the guards barged through the press of bodies occupying the market square in Denerim, lashing out with spearbutts and truncheons. They numbered thirteen, Arl Howe’s handpicked thugs, loyal to his coin and prone to extreme violence; bullies in plate mail that no reasonable person would dare provoke. Four of their number held t
Diary of a rebel Mage. Chapter 2, part 7Diary of a rebel Mage. Chapter 2, part 7 by ~Jazbay1
Diary of a rebel Mage. Chapter 2, part 7
Name: Rica Surana
I found my way up to Irving's study and waited at the door. 'Maker give me strength.'
I knocked. “Come in.” His hollow voice echoed. “Ah Rica. Learnt how to knock have we?” He grinned as I stepped in.
“You wanted to see me?” I groaned.
“Am I really that bad?” He chuckled.
“No, its just I’m annoyed that’s all. Now what do you want?” I asked.
“The more important question here is what do you want? You came here willingly, you must want something.” Damn! He saw right through me.
“Fine, you tell me what you want and I’ll tell you what I need.” I proposed.
“Your Harrowing will be soon, I have scheduled it with Greagoir and you will have a week of training to prepare for it.” He explained.
“Why do I have to do the Harrowing?” I grunted.
“It's something all circle mages-” He began
“But I'm not
Diary of a rebel Mage. Chapter 2, part 6Diary of a rebel Mage. Chapter 2, part 6 by ~Jazbay1
Diary of a rebel Mage. Chapter 2, part 6
Name: Rica Surana
I spent the rest of the day in the library, after my rant. I believe I may have over reacted. Just a tiny bit, but I just wanted to let it all out. And to be honest, I'm glad I did. I don't know what came over me, I just lost it.
I sat hunched up in a corner and I could hear people gossiping about me. I peered over my book to look at them and they flinched, stopped talking and scurried off. “Pathetic” I chuckled to myself and turned my eyes back to my book.
It was about the one about the force mages. I still haven't tested it out yet. I've been studying and practising the spells but haven't actually tested them.
I pushed myself up and made my out of the library. I followed the long narrow hallway until I got to one of the training rooms. This one was thankfully empty. I closed the door behind me, placed my book on the far table and made a bit more space. I had to prepare for the worst so I thought I might as well mo
Apostate's Templar IXApostate's Templar IX by ~Andauril
She raised her shield, blocking the attack, while the recruit tried again to break her defenses. His sword cut the air, meeting her shield’s iron, leather and oak wood with a rattling sound. Not backing of, she let him do his best, simple defending herself and waiting for the right moment. When she saw his swords arm weakening, becoming lazier with every strike, she evaded the next one and cut her own sword in a deep bow. He tried to back off, but failed and fell down. Immediately, she rushed over him, laying the point of her sword on his throat.
“I didn’t think you were that fast…” The recruit gasped and crawled back to evade her blade.
Catelyn smiled and reached him her, pulling him on his feet again. “Take it as your lesson today: Never underestimate your opponent.”
“Bloody oath!” He sheathed his sword, saluted and left the drill place to sit down on a bench, while the next recruit approach
Apostate's Templar VIIApostate's Templar VII by ~Andauril
Heat shot through him, and his head ached from pressure. It felt like he was bursting from the inside.
A Templar! She is a Templar! Justice’ yell or his’?
He stepped back while she approached him, the black flaming sword on her cuirass harassing and taunting him. How could that be the same woman? How could it be, that her face, once laughing and smiling, was now so determined and merciless?
It doesn’t matters! She lied to you from the start!
She would not have him. Neither she nor any other Templar would force him to life in the Circle again. And if he had to kill her to stay free, he would do it – without remorse. He had killed for his freedom before, and he would kill for it again. For his freedom, and that of every mage in Thedas.
Crash her! She is the enemy! Justice’ yell, he was almost certain. The spirit was ranting and raving, but it was still Anders, who was
Apostate's Templar VIApostate's Templar VI by ~Andauril
Catelyn felt again the urge to punch that bastard right into his face. Luckily for him, she was already too far away to do so – and to risk her own future and her position among the Order. As if he had learned to read her mind, he had sent her directly into the part of Kirkwall she had hoped to never visit again. Darktown.
At least her leg wasn’t aching anymore, and her weird dreams had stopped.
She was alone, but this time she was well-prepared and would not fall victim to some thugs again. It felt good to wear her armor again and feel the weight of her longsword at her hip and that of her shield at her back. Yet still, she felt uncomfortable. The people down here did not see her as prey any longer, but now they watched her with mistrust, disgust, even hate.
At Hightown, and even parts of Lowtown, the citizens treated Templars at least with some amounts of respect, sometimes even high regard, but the people of Darktown were different.
CagedIt is madness how one inevitably finds what one does not seek.Caged by ~Armaiti-Zarich
Seònaid came to Kirkwall seeking atonement, a cure for her regrets and grief; to wash away the filth of who she was; to find peace in the embrace of faith and stillness of the Chantry.
But her soul is made of fire and her passions are not of those that are calmed easily.
This search of content of hers was quickly ended when she first saw him. His spirit a radiating light, his eyes a mirror of passion hidden beneath, his smile capable of making her knees grow weak, his smooth tenor possessing the power that made her beg to Andraste herself to have a mercy upon her soul.
His image shattered every illusion of balance and quietude she has built. He was her vision of the Maker and as such she would worship him; silent in her reverence.
She was ashamed of her desires, for all the long nights she spent thinking of him, the dreams that made her cheeks flame with red. Emotions that made her magic uncontrollable; a lot of mornings
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