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Soraya huddled on her bunk in the girl’s dormitory, her back against the cold stone wall. A shaft of moonlight drifted down from the high windows above, much too high for her to climb up to and break out of. She stretched out her arm into the pale, blue light, and it seemed to mock her as it pooled in her palm. It could pass within as it pleased, but she could not go outside the keep to see it. Moonlight or rays of the sun on her skin would be the closest she would get to freedom for some time. Freedom. For days she had longed for it without even knowing the word, until the First Enchanter explained that until he could trust her, her

The disappearance of Alistair Theirin, king of Ferelden, was discovered shortly after lunch, and promptly threw the palace staff into a panic. Every room was searched, to no avail. The grounds and gardens, as well, with an equal lack of success. The simple fact of the matter was they had no idea where to look. Luckily, Marta did. Dodging frantic servants and deliberately avoiding an increasingly irate Arl Eamon, she meandered toward a far-flung corner of the grounds. It was desolate and empty this time of year, nothing growing save one huge, old tree. "You know, this makes a better hiding place in the summer," she laughed as she approached,

“Laris, now that we’re back in camp we need to speak about what happened in Redcliffe.” Laris sighed and closed his eyes for a moment, then turned to face his fellow Grey warden. He had known that this conversation was going to happen sooner or later, Alistair had been much too quiet during the aftermath of Redcliffe, but the mage had hoped for some time to come to terms with his own actions. “You were there when it happened, Alistair. You saw exactly the same thing that I did.” Laris said, trying to keep the exhaustion and resentment from his voice. “I know; I’ve been thinking about it, you killed

While Vigil’s Keep slumbered, Soraya Amell watched the darkspawn taint that flowed through her husband’s veins hold sway over him. Alistair Theirin’s mumbles awakened her before dawn, prompting her to rise from their bed. Her skin prickling with gooseflesh against the chill night air, she wrapped herself in a robe and crossed the cold stone floor to rekindle the hearth. The flames were out, but an orange glow seethed beneath coals blanketed in fine gray ash, and lingering heat rose to flow across her skin. With a small trowel, she pushed the coals into a pile at the center of the hearth and rested twigs against them. The k

Sereda awoke when she felt Alistair’s fingers gently brush the loose strands of hair back from her face. He called her name softly, and there was a loving tone in his voice that made her smile. She moved closer to the warmth of his bare chest, never wanting the night to end. Was this the dreaming sensation that humans often spoke of? If it was, she had to wonder why they ever bothered waking. “Sereda,” Alistair said again, laughter in his voice. “I know you’re awake. You’re a terrible little actress.” Sereda laughed. “Alright, alright,” she said through a yawn. Alistair wanted to talk to

It was a very good thing the next room they walked into was occupied by a cluster of agitated dragonlings. Trinne needed to hit something, and they provided the perfect opportunity. She only got to vent her growing fury on one of them. It was just dragonlings, and their group was back up to full strength; it wasn’t just her and Cousland any more. They made short work of the young dragons. “Not to sound critical,” Alistair drawled, bracing his foot against one scaly corpse to help pull his sword free, “but why are there dragons here? I’m glad for the break from demons, don’t get me wrong, but they just seem.

Neria was kneeling in the corner of Anders clinic and replanting his herbes. He had implanted them in much too small pots, proving one more time what an inattentive pupil he had been back in the Circle. She hadn't many good memories at this place, but the lessons with botanist Ines were at the top of them. The woman had been odd, but her knownledge about herbalism impressive. Besides her dry and sarcastic kind of humor had been refreshing and her little vendetta with enchantress Wynne a constant amusement for all of them. Anyway: Anders obviously hadn't listened very carefully to her lessons. Otherwise he wouldn't have expected that plants c

"How far are the Wardens?" I asked Catherine. "Two days, at least," she said. I sighed, it would have been nice to have the extra blades. "Go back," I told her. Stay with the king." She glared at me. "What?" "You heard me," I said. "Maker save us, if we fail he'll need someone to help protect him. Someone who can get him to Denerim fast. Someone I can trust." Her eyes widened. "General," she said, saluting me. "I won't fail." "I feel like I could jump from my skin," Anders whispered. "The waiting is killing me. Is it always this bad?" I looked over at him, his face looked nervous but his eyes revealed how excited he was. "I have no idea," I a

Title: Coexist Author: DarknessInfernal Game: Dragon Age: Origins Characters/Pairings: Tabris/Alistair Rating: M Disclaimer: The land of Thedas belongs to BioWare. Summary: In the midst of the Blight, an elven maleficar and her murdering brother flee the Alienage to avoid punishment. This is the tale of their plight, the romance and heartbreak that was intertwined with the burden of the Grey Warden, and personal struggle. Prologue Part I: Inferno 19 Dragon Sunrise had summoned them into the Market; many of them - hundreds, it seemed - gathered around the elven families and began to barter with the merchants, despite the fact that we

You have your father's eyes, she thought as she looked down at the baby in her arms. Gareth was unusually alert for a baby - or so the midwives kept telling her - but he was a calm child, taking in the world around him with little fuss. She loved her moments with him, brief though they were of necessity while Aedan was away. He seemed to recognise her as well - although it was far too early to tell for sure. "Eyes change," the midwife had told her, the first time she'd mentioned she thought he looked like his father. "You'll be surprised, your majesty." She ran a finger over the soft blond down on his head and breathed in his scent. Perhaps h

Alistair was certain he felt her silver-eyed gaze at his back, knowing she was out there somewhere among the throng of nobles gathered on the throne room floor. He knelt next to Anora, bowing his head somberly as the Revered Mother spoke the ancient blessing over their union as rulers of Ferelden. The crown the woman placed on his head was lighter than the helm he usually wore in battle, but it seemed heavier. He rose, turned to face his people, and saw Soraya's retreating back as she left the hall. The thunder of applause and shouts brought his eyes back from her stooped shoulders, and he lifted his hand and acknowledged the crowd. He thou

It had been a few days since Amber and Carver’s return to Kirkwall, and the eldest Hawke had immediately sent out letters to Queen Elissa and Nathaniel at Amaranthine. The only good thing was that Adia was now up and about, and that had cheered up the siblings immensely, though both Amber and Carver kept quite a bit of what they’d seen hidden from their sister, and had sworn Varric to secrecy. However, the rogue was bored, having been cooped up in the house for a few weeks, and was intent on showing her twin just how healed she was. She opened the door to her sister's room just before breakfast, catching the mage completely off gu

The following is the first of several collectives of lore and knowledge compiled and declassified from various sources concerning the darkspawn and other darkspawn and taint-related subjects. All that is asked is that the reader take this information and remember it for a time when the Blight returns to the world once more... The Black City and the Seven Fools At a time when Tevinter was converging from an empire of faith and mysticism into one of politics and agnosticism...seven magisters claimed to have heard whispers from the Dragon gods of the Tevinter Imperium. These draconic deities were those who first taught the magisters their know