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The Dragonborn | M!Reader x Geralt of Rivia | Part II

Note: I split the oneshot because damn 12k does nobody want to read in one go xD

Fandoms: The Witcher (TV Series), The Elder Scrolls: Skyrim

Warnings: Non-Canon Story, Swearing, Gore, Slight OOC

Summary: Geralt and Jaskier meet a stranger in the woods while on the hunt for a special monster. They decide to team up but neither does Geralt realize that his prey is close to him nor does the stranger notice he's the one being hunted...

Word Count: 6938

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Please note that The Witcher is supposed to be around the Middle-Age. Homophobia existed.

Part I

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A few hours later, after they had eaten the rabbit, they began to look for tracks of the monster. There were a lot of them. For example, the scorched moss where Geralt almost turned into roasted meat, the dark footprints in the dirt, and the fallen trees.

The witcher was impressed by how good the warrior from Keizaal could search for tracks.

“You see that, Jaskier? The way the claws dig in the ground? It means the claws of the dovah are really big. That’s pretty unusual for female dragons, so it’s obvious we’re dealing with a male. But we uh... know that because Odahviing is male.”

While Jaskier and Y/N genuinely searched for any signs he just stared at the foreigner. He somehow felt like he had found a kindred spirit in the man standing in front with his back facing him.

A weird association, but there were only a few things that could really impress Geralt.

Magic, Fighting Skills, and usually breasts.

Which made him sound like a skirt chaser, but that wasn't it. It just meant what it meant. Dicks definitely didn't attract hi-

"What the hell?"

He lifted his eyes from the lower body of Y/N, and his breath hitched when those e/c eyes pierced his. Did he see...?

"The footprints are gone!"

Oh. That.

"That does make sense... Or not? It's a dragon, after all? They can fly. Or not? Can they?"

Jaskier stepped in front of him and obstructed his view on the other. Geralt turned and touched his face. His cheeks were burning. What's gotten into him? He remembered something Yennefer had told him once as a half-joke.

I sometimes think that if I haven't met you, you would have chosen someone who fights like you, thinks like you, who lives like you. And from what I believe that someone would have been a man. Because it needs a brute to move a brute's heart.

While his head was filled with thousand thoughts, Y/N and the bard inspected the tracks closer.

"It can't be that he took off. Do you see how the footprints are as deep as the others? If he wanted to fly away, they would be deeper because he had needed to shift his weight."

"Is that something you learned while hunting for the other dragons with the Dragonborn?"

The man from Keizaal nodded. Some locks fell into his face, and his expression was thoughtful while he searched for a plausible explanation. Geralt could see every feature of his sharp e/c eyes.

They were different from Yennefer's violet ones, their spark was different, but for other people, they must be as enthralling as the eyes of the sorceress to him. That's at least what he believed. They had a particular pull. He didn't feel it, but it was there. Puzzling, but powerful.

A cough pulled him away from Y/N's eyes, and Jaskier stared at him with a grin.

"What?" he asked, his voice almost defensive.

"Nothing," responded his friend with a knowing undertone. What the hell was going on?

"Well, I can't think of anything that happened. Witcher, what about you?"

The mesmerizing eyes turned to him, and he blinked. What was the question?

Thankfully, I always have a good answer ready.

"Hmm."

He shifted and knelt to see the footprints up close. They had a certain distance to each other as if the dragon was walking slowly. Y/N was right; he couldn't have flown away, the marks were too shallow. Either he disappeared into thin air, or the monster had an amazing control when it came to his weight.

"Strange..." was all he said.

He focused on the sounds around them, but there was nothing extraordinary. Just the whistle of the wind, a few birds singing, and the steady heartbeats of the other two men. It was a dead end.

"Fuck."

He looked up, surprised that he and the warrior of Keizaal said the same thing at the same time. Y/N shot him a grin, and Geralt snorted.

"Maybe we should try to set up a trap"

He turned and watched Jaskier's expression. It was a good idea, and they didn't have any other options, besides he wasn't really in the mood to search the whole forest for the dragon. The h/c haired man agreed and pulled a bow out of his satchel. The bard's eyes once again widened.

"I want a bag like this too."

"If you don't want to carry your things anymore, you can give them to me. I'll store them."

Jaskier smiled brightly, and Y/N returned it. Something flared up in Geralt's chest, but he ignored it. Damn bruises make my chest hurt.

The bard gave the foreigner their things, and he put them in his satchel.

"Let's think about the trap," the warrior tested the string of his bow and then focused his eyes on Geralt and Jaskier.

"Dragons are usually very picky about their food, but I belie- know that Odahviing is fine with deer meat. We should hunt some."

And they did. With the help of Geralt's tracking skills and crossbow and the Y/N's bow, they easily got two does. Although it took a while to find them since most animals steered free of the area where the dragon rampaged.

Geralt and Jaskier only watched, while Y/N slashed the throats of the already dead animals.

"Dovahs have a keen sense of smell; we have to cover our own scent."

He continued to drench his hands with the blood and even smeared some on his neck and armor. When he couldn't hear the other two approaching, Y/N turned around and tilted his head questioningly.

"U-Uh, what did you say?" asked the bard and avoided his gaze.

“What? Did I say something wrong? Can you... Is it a sacrilege to use doe bloo-"

Geralt interrupted him.

"We couldn't understand what you said because you spoke in a different language."

Y/N widened his eyes, and an apologetic look crossed his face.

"I'm sorry...”

Jaskier’s slightly odd expression concerned him and he examined the witcher. Geralt was more intrigued than scared by the fact the atmosphere in the woods seemed to have changed as soon as the other spoke in his probably native language.

The fact that Y/N’s voice got a lot deeper while he spoke, caused a shiver to run down his spine. The foreigner apologized again and then added:

“I said the dragon could smell us. We should cover our scent with the blood."

Jaskier didn't seem to like the idea, but the witcher nodded and followed his advice.

Soon the bard's and his hands were stained with doe blood. Geralt was unaffected by it since he already got used to it by hunting monsters for years, but the other man looked a little pale.

The warrior watched their actions and then approached the white-haired man. His yellow eyes followed all of his movements.

"You should also put some on your throat... It’s a place where a lot of sweat gathers."

As soon as Y/N touched his collarbone and neck, Geralt stiffened. Actually, he froze. Something about another man touching his carotid artery was really intimate. His nose caught the smell of iron, moss, and smoke.

Someone who lives like you.

Yennefer's words replayed in his mind, and he couldn't stop himself from unconsciously moving his head closer to the other man.

The warrior was only a few centimeters smaller than him, his head reached up to his eyebrows. The hands on his throat were rough and slippery, but they touched him with such gentleness, Geralt had to shiver.

He gulped, and his adam's apple pressed against Y/N's palm. The afternoon sun danced on the other man’s scars, and eyelashes and Geralt wondered if every man had such long ones. He breathed in and closed his eyes.

Is this the essence of a kindred spirit?

Suddenly Y/N's hands disappeared from his throat, and he could no longer feel the warrior's presence so close to him.

“Put some on your cheeks too.”

A little disappointed, he opened his eyes and noticed that the other man had already turned and now approached Jaskier just to do the same thing to the bard that he did to him.

Y/N's bare hands touched his friend's throat, and neck and Geralt suddenly had a very, very dark thought.

Abruptly he turned around and covered his lower face with his hand.

Did I... About this man...?

He could feel how heat crept up his neck, and he questioned the emotionlessness that every witcher was supposed to have.

What the fuck was he thinking? He has Yennefer!

Or at least had. Their relationship was somewhat in the stars at the moment. After their rather big fight last time...

Geralt didn't know why that mattered though.

He buried the fluttery feeling that had sprouted in his chest when the other man had touched him.

What he didn't realize, Y/N's heartbeat was pounding faster after the physical contact they had just shared.

After they had covered their scent with deer blood, they also smeared some dirt on their armor and clothes, much to the dismay of Jaskier. Then they decided to set up their stakeout one hundred meters away from the carcasses.

It was close enough to quickly attack, but also far away enough for them to be safe in case the dragon wanted to grill them. They sat on the mossy ground and leaned on the trees surrounding them.

"Now, all we have to do is wait."

Patience was something every hunter was supposed to have, and both Geralt and Y/N obviously had it. The bard, on the other hand...

The witcher's left eyebrow twitched in annoyance. After his friend had whistled, he began to eye the two men. Jaskier's stare felt like a cockroach was crawling over his body. He had a bad premonition about the weird behavior of the brown-haired man. He glared at him, but he just grinned.

Stop staring!

Geralt turned his head away and noticed how the warrior from Keizaal seemed to concentrate on something around his neck. He clenched and unclenched his fist with an absent expression.

He watched for a while and then realized that Y/N was holding a ring that he wore on a necklace.

A sinking feeling appeared in his gut, and he suddenly felt like a mountain weighed his shoulders down.

"You have a wife?"

His mouth was faster than his thoughts.

The man startled and then shared eye contact with him.

"Something like that..."

Geralt frowned a little. What kind of answer was that? He stared at Y/N with a hard look, but the other added nothing else, just sighed and hid the ring under his heavy armor.

The witcher only grunted and turned to face the direction of their trap.

Shit, why was he so annoyed?

The idea of the warrior having a doting wife waiting for him in Keizaal made his heart clench, and his chest felt tight.

This time he couldn't blame the bruises on his rips.

He finally acknowledged that the h/c haired man intrigued him and caused some rather odd feelings to rise.

But this... Why... Why the fuck was he feeling jealous?

And it wasn't even that the man had a wife, no; he was jealous because some woman had Y/N.

That dragon must have indeed killed some of his brain cells.

His yellow eyes traveled back to the other man's figure. His broad shoulders were hidden under his armor, but Geralt had seen them.

Just after he had woken up, he had seen the man in regular clothes. Although he had worn a shirt, the witcher had been able to see how muscular Y/N was.

His body seemed to be covered with scars. Tiny cuts on his hands, big slashes on his collarbone, and even some nasty ones close to his throat. Geralt was sure there were many more, but he wasn't able to see them. They were proof of fierce fights and the experiences the man had had to go through.

Was it weird that they attracted him?

Like the hands in his dreams that had traveled over his, the Butcher of Blaviken wanted to trace Y/N's scars with his fingers. He wanted to feel how his body had healed him, wanted to know the story of every scratch and bruise, wanted to touch the energetic muscles bursting with strength.

A flame of desire began to burn in his body, and he lowered his head to hide the dark expression he wore on his face.

These thoughts needed to stop; they would only become problematic in the future.

Geralt scratched his neck and then examined the brown-red flakes under his fingernails.

He felt a stare on his body again, and he sighed.

God damn Jaskier...

When he lifted his head, he was surprised to see that it wasn't the bard who looked at him but the warrior from Keizaal. Y/N's e/c eyes were unfathomable, but he showed a somber expression. He paused for a second, and the world seemed to turn slower.

The witcher could see every blemish on the other man's skin, every mole, every freckle. Geralt breathed in slowly, and the warrior's hair swayed in the wind.

He's so handso... The wind?

Geralt abruptly stood up.

"The-the wind turned!" he muttered and gulped. His cheeks felt hot, and he bit his lip. Jaskier frowned.

"Doesn't this mean that our smell would be...?"

Y/N sighed and nodded.

"Is a lake close by?"

The bard shook his head.

"But, we're only a few miles away from the sea."

The witcher watched the other man closely while he questioned the other's exhausted expression.

"The wind has turned due to the late afternoon. We should move."

Geralt and Jaskier only watched when the other stood up and grabbed his bow.

"Why not wait until the wind turns again?" asked the bard, and he followed after the h/c haired man.

"That won't be the case until tomorrow. The sea has saved the warmth from the sun while the land cooled down. We have to wait until the land is warmer again."

Jaskier eyed Y/N carefully. Geralt could already guess what he was thinking. He understood what the warrior from Keizaal meant. He learned about it when he was training to become a witcher.

"So, what are we going to do now?"

They both contemplated for a while and then Geralt spoke:

"Maybe we should indeed wait for tomorrow. I think it would be best if you tell us some more things about your dragon before we storm into this unprepared."

He tried to suppress a triumphant smile when the other two agreed. Of course, he wouldn't admit that he actually just wanted to spend some more time with Y/N.

He had a thought that they wouldn't meet again after this whole thing was over.

"Then what do we do about the deer corpses?" asked Jaskier, and it was a reasonable question. If they left them, they could attract other animals...

Both the witcher and the warrior looked at each other and then huffed. The bard just stared between them, and his face gradually darkened.

"You're not... thinking about eating them are-are you?"

Two hours later, they had put up a camp close to a clear pond and already roasted some rabbit meat.

They had buried the does, and although the physical labor was annoying, Jaskier was relieved that the two brutes didn't decide to eat them. The dead animals had been lying in the sun for a long time after all.

Y/N was peeling his armor off and thinking about the situation he was in right now.

The fact that they were on the hunt for a dragon excited him. Not the actual part of the chase but the fact that he would meet another specimen of his current best friends.

After he had killed Alduin, he had lost himself in a killing spree. Paarthurnax had warned him to get a hold of himself, but he wasn’t able to. His dragon soul caused him to lose all rational thoughts.

When he finally realized that he could learn so much more about Akatosh and the dovahs, he had already committed mass slaughter, and Odahviing and the wise dragon from The Throat of the World were the last ones of their species.

Or that's at least what the three of them had thought. But they were wrong, and now he had the chance to meet another dragon! And probably also the chance to go home. If he wanted to.

But first, they had to get a hold of him.

"Jaskier?"

He faced the bard who currently played on his lute while also watching the fire. He hummed in response and looked up.

"We should wash off the blood in the pond. Do you want to go first?"

The man seemingly wanted to say yes but then shook his head and responded with a slight grin:

"No, you can go first. I'll watch the rabbit."

Y/N furrowed his brows but then smiled and thanked him. He left the pile of his armor and Jaskier behind and wandered to the pond, which was located behind some trees and big boulders.

The view from the camp was obscured, which meant he had some privacy. Not that he cared much, but he would rather not show his back to the two other men. Since it showed one more change he had gone through in the last year.

Although Geralt wasn't currently in the camp anyway, he left to get some more branches for the fire.

The man carefully opened his shirt and took it off. His boots, pants, and underwear soon followed suit, and he stepped to the shore where some reed grew.

The water was cold when he stepped in, but he endured it. His muscles just tensed a little.

Y/N walked in further until the water reached his abdomen. He wasn’t even halfway in the pond, it was fairly big.

He sucked in some air when he lowered himself into the water until it reached his chin. He had to rub his skin a little, but then the water around him turned slightly red.

The man watched how the deer blood twirled, and he stared at his reflection. The red blood on his cheeks conjured a cursed memory in his head, and he heaved.

Hii los dur, Dovahkiin. Hi aal krii zu'u nu nuz zu'u ahrk pah dii Zeymah fen koraav hi mah wah hin daan. You are cursed, Dragonborn. You may kill me now, but all my brethren and I will see how you fall to your doom.

The ominous words of the last dovah he had killed echoed in his mind. He hugged himself, and his fingers touched his shoulder blades.

The skin was still shedding. Y/N sighed. What was going on with his body? The shedding had started a few months ago but he had no idea why.

And since it only started after he had arrived here he couldn’t ask Odahviing or Paarthurnax.

He breathed out slowly and then dived underwater.

The coldness cleared his head a little, and he relaxed slightly. His feet left the muddy ground, and for a moment, he floated.

If I could just stay like this...

His hand clenched to a fist, and he released some Magicka. The small pressure on his nose disappeared, and he automatically breathed in.

Air filled his lungs, and the Dragonborn smiled. Peace washed over him, and he spread his arms.

He slowly floated to the surface, and his face broke through it. Water droplets pearled from his cheeks and eyelashes, and he stared into the sky. The tree crowns whistled, and he watched how some clouds traveled across the darkening sky. The sun was already setting.

This was the ending of the first day together with the bard and the witcher. Geralt's face came to his mind, and he bit his lip.

The white-haired man reminded him of Farkas, but he was also completely different. His attitude for example. Farkas was openly benevolent and also voiced his concerns. The witcher seemed to be reluctant. Although Y/N was able to feel that he cared deeply for his friend.

They shared the same keen instincts, but Geralt's came from the harsh trials witchers had to go through while his love had them because he had been a werewolf.

I can't believe that you chose Farkas over Vilkas. Do you like strength more than brains?

Aela's voice sounded in his head, and Y/N huffed.

The huntress had probably been right. He was attracted to the Butcher of Blaviken. These yellow eyes... They had something animalistic and penetrating that stirred an urge deep inside of him.

He sighed and put his hands on his face. Then he scrubbed and splashed his face with water.

Suddenly, he caught sight of a person standing behind a tree at the other side of the pond after he had wiped droplets from his eyes and opened them again.

Y/N breath stopped, and a wail got caught in his throat. He abruptly stood up again, although it felt like he had still no ground under his feet. What...?

Light blue eyes framed by black war paint stared at him with a resentful look.

"Fa-Far..."

His voice failed, but he agitatedly began to move across the pond, trying to reach his lost lover and husband.

Breath erratic and tears were pricking in the corners of his eyes, but at that moment, he only felt happiness and relief. Farkas was alive!

"D-Dii Shul!" My Sunshine!

The ground suddenly declined, he lost his footing and dived involuntarily underwater.

Nevertheless, he was still able to hear the words that had left the lips he had kissed so often.

"So, you've abandoned me."

An ice-cold feeling washed over him, and his heart broke.

No, that's not true! I would never! You were gone! You left me! You died!

A disturbing scream erupted from his throat, and the skin around his mouth tore. The scream turned into a roar, and he clawed at his face. The e/c eyes shook, and the black pupils turned to slits.

Shreds of flesh got caught by growing claws, and gigantic fangs emerged from the man's jaws.

H/C hair parted, shrunk, and gave way for two enormous horns. His whole body shook, and his limbs twisted and cracked. His spine grew longer, broke through his lower back, and two bony wings arose from his back.

The murky water of the pond turned red and swirled around the tremoring creature who rapidly grew until it was able to stand on the pond bed. Flesh turned hard and into black scales. New tissue engulfed its wings and tail and also got covered by rockhard scales.

Burning heat crawled up its throat, and furious flames burst from its maw. It broke through the pond's surface, and the splashed water evaporated immediately.

The dragon spread its wings, and they created waterfalls when they left the water. The wingspan was as big as half of the pond, and when it pulled them closer to its body ready for takeoff, the leaves and needles of the surrounding trees shook.

A thunderous boom announced the beast's presence, and it tensed its huge muscles.

When it thrust off the pond bed, the water turned into waves and flooded over the shore and soaked shoes and clothes. Branches broke like grass when the dragon's wings grazed them, and trees lost all their leaves from the harsh wind which got created.

A scent caught the dragon’s attention and it whipped its head around. A triumphant roar shook the earth when it dashed towards the direction the smell came from.

The beast ignored the scared brown-haired human that stared at it from a small campsite.

Geralt was grabbing some more branches when he saw some Celandine, and he swiftly decided to take them with him. They were always helpful, after all.

Putting the branches on the ground, he knelt and carefully tore the flowers and the not yet bloomed buds from their stems.

While he stored them, his thoughts trailed off to the mysterious man who accompanied him and Jaskier.

Y/N had sparked something inside of him, and now he was questioning his heart, which confused him even more since the person he found interesting was a man.

On the other hand, he couldn't quite tell if the feeling in his chest was something along the lines of romantic attraction or just common interest.

Deep down in Geralt's heart, he knew that him eyeing the other man's ass was definitely not something one would call a platonic interest, but he just couldn't admit that he, who never thought about other men like that, suddenly liked one.

He didn't feel disgusted, but the thought alarmed him.

He had seen a lot of things during his time as a witcher, and relationships between two men were never something that ended well. Various churches took care of that.

An image in his head made his fists clench unconsciously.

And there was still Yennefer. They never openly ended their relationship so... Was he still involved with her? He couldn't tell.

The Butcher of Blaviken sighed and then noticed a pebble in the moss. It had white streaks over its grey shape, and they reminded him of the scars in the foreigner's face.

Was he seriously associating weird things to Y/N now?

Maybe the other cursed him.

While he pondered some more about the other man, it took a while for him to notice that the forest had turned unnaturally silent.

Birds stopped singing as if they held their breaths in fear, and suddenly a roar disrupted the silence. It came from far away, but Geralt was able to hear it loud and clear because of his mutated hearing.

He abruptly stood up and turned towards the direction. It came from the camp, and Geralt's heart sank.

Please no.

He disregarded the branches he had meticulously collected and started to rush back the way he came from. Thankfully he had taken his swords with him, and he unsheathed the silver one.

The image of the bard and the foreigner being killed carried his feet forward and pushed him to almost inhumane speed.

He wasn't even halfway back when a shadow cast on the moss stopped him in his tracks. A gigantic black dragon soared through the sky, and his wings caused the surrounding trees to shake. Geralt could feel the wind pressure, and the aura that the beast released caused a shiver to run down his spine.

The witcher grinned darkly. That bastard had an impressive bloodthirst. Geralt's hunter instincts wanted to fight that monster, but his heart worried for his best friend and his potential love interest.

He cursed himself for not taking his small bag with the various vials with potions and bombs, but he had no time to get annoyed because the dragon suddenly dived down, and he had to roll out of the way or else he would have been crushed.

When he stood up again and turned, he came face to face with the beast's massive head, and his heart skipped a beat.

Y/N fought against such big monsters? Repeatedly?

His respect for the other man increased significantly.

Geralt couldn't avoid his legs to tense, but the dragon didn't attack. Instead, its e/c eyes examined him, and the witcher wondered if the monster's pupils acted like a human's because they widened considerably.

This is a dovah...

The beast was at least as big as a typical villager house, and Geralt was sure that the spikes on its body would cause massive damage to any attacker. The black scales seemed impenetrable, and the monster slayer seriously questioned his chances of survival.

He had already felt it before when he had run from the dragon. It wasn't an enemy who he could overpower. If he had to fight, it would be either an overpriced victory or death. But escaping wasn't an option anymore, the dragon's tail had trapped him before the beast.

His grip around his sword tightened, and he was ready to use Quen on himself when the beast shifted and held its head up high. A growl escaped from its throat, and Geralt tensed even more. Unexpectedly, the dragon spoke:

"Dii rii lovaas fah hi. Wo los hi? Hi los ni rok."

The witcher obviously didn't understand, but the voice of the dragon shook him to the core. It was as if someone was screaming in his ear, and he had to press his hands on them. For that, he carelessly let go of his sword, but he felt like his eardrums would explode at any time.

His chest tingled, and the echo of the dragon's word resounded through his whole body. Geralt's legs gave out, and he fell to his knees.

The beast lowered its head until its throat almost touched the ground, and then it snorted.

Hot air blew his hair back, and the Butcher of Blaviken came to his senses again. He needed to get his sword back! Right when he stretched out his hand to take his silver sword, the dragon crept forward until its snout was dangerously close.

Geralt froze. If the monster decided to eat him now, he would have no time to react. This was the end.

The realization hit him, and regret washed over him like a seastorm. There were many things in his life that he hadn't resolved yet—many things he wanted to achieve and also many things he wanted to try.

E/c eyes showed up in his mind, and his heart burned. If the dragon ate him now, would they meet in death?

His eyes flickered to the dragon, and that's when he realized something.

Although he had no time to elaborate the thought because the dragon moved its head forward until there was merely the distance of a hand between him and the beast.

He breathed out slowly, and his witcher heart beat faster. He wanted to face his enemy to the last second, but after so many fights, he thought that closing his eyes and embracing death that way seemed more peaceful and freeing. So he closed them and took one last breath.

I'm sorry, Ciri.

Seconds passed, where he only heard his heartbeat pounding in his ears. Until wind brushed his hair in his face, and he heard a sniff. A rumble shook the earth, and he slowly opened his eyes again.

The dragon breathed in and sniffed, its eyes closed, and Geralt couldn't believe it when the beast closed the distance, and the scaly snout touched his chest. Black shiny scales only a few centimeters from his face.

He searched the dragon's eyes, but they were closed. The rumble sounded again, and if he didn't know any better, the witcher would have guessed that the monster was humming.

When it opened its eyes again, and yellow and e/c met, Geralt had an unbelievable thought, and he whispered:

"Y-Y/N?"

The look in the dragon's eyes changed, and it pulled its head back abruptly.

A growl erupted from the beast's throat, and it only took a matter of seconds for it to tense its muscles and take off the ground.

Geralt was left in a daze, panic, and realization the only thing he believed to have seen in the dragon's expression.

Leaves fluttered to the ground, and the deep claw marks in the dirt before him were the only proof for the monster's presence.

What... What just happened?

The dragon had touched him. He slowly lifted his hand and put it on his chest. It's warm. The dovah had an unexpectedly high body temperature.

Why did it...? Y/N... Was it really him? H-How...

He remembered something the foreigner had told them.

His dragon soul was too much for his human body, and he slowly turned into a dovah.

"The dovahkiin..."

Geralt lifted himself off the ground and took off running to the direction the dragon left for.

The dragon didn't make it far.

Geralt saw him soaring through the sky and circling above a clearing in the forest. The witcher could see a small hut standing at the clearing border, and he remembered another thing that Y/N had told him and Jaskier.

I've been staying here in the forest for a few weeks in a hut half a mile from here.

Geralt slowly realized that his intuition was probably correct.

When he arrived at the clearing, the black dragon had already landed.

Although it was more like a crash. Long furrows plowed the forest ground. But the Butcher of Blaviken couldn't see the dragon lying there because a strange fog obstructed his view. He was hesitant about approaching the steam, but he really wanted to know if his theory was correct. A voice interrupted his twisting thoughts:

"Bormah, Bormah... Aak dovah!"

It was deep and raspy, and he didn't understand what it said, but Geralt could recognize it instantly. It was him.

Y/N was the dragon.

His whole body hurt.

"Why are you doing this to yourself?"

Blue eyes watched him with a worried expression. He didn't reply. What was there to say? The dovah needed to die. He was the only one capable of killing them.

Why couldn't he understand?

"Think about it, Y/N. You're one of them, so you shouldn-"

"Don't you dare compare me to them! I AM THE DRAGONBORN! Dii Zahkrii kriin Dovah ni aak niin!"

He knew he went too far as soon as he saw the other's expression.

Farkas stared at him with slightly widened eyes.

"Control yourself, Dovahkiin. Or else disaster will fall upon you and the ones you love."

Arngeir stepped forward and put a shoulder on his lover's shoulder. He could feel how his pupils flickered. Anger welled in his stomach.

"Don't touch him..."

His voice was low and threatening. Farkas scoffed, but his face only showed hurt.

"Don't worry about me, Dragonborn."

The distance in his words was like a thorn in his heart. The idea that Farkas couldn't understand his thoughts tore his heart in two. Y/N only watched when his significant other walked out of the room, Arngeir following him.

"Wa-Wait, Farkas, no!"

He reached out his hand to stop him, but the other man was already so far away.

"Akatosh, Akatosh, help me!"

Tears welled up in his eyes, and a wail escaped his lips.

Arngeir was right. Disaster fell upon him.

The skin shedding on his back, his pupils turning to slits, the increased usage of Dovahzul, all were signs for his slow transformation.

He couldn't believe that the stories Odahviing had told him jokingly were real. His dragon soul was changing his body and personality.

And now it had happened. He turned into a dragon.

How many times had he already done that? The witcher mentioned that the monster they were hunting tormented the villagers.

What had he done?!

The pain he felt after transforming was nothing compared to the pain in his heart. Y/N became the monster he had thought he was slaying when he had eradicated all the dragons from Skyrim.

The scars he had received from all the dovah burned, and shame clung to his heart.

Why didn't he listen to Arngeir?

The greybeard was wise and only wanted his best after the dragonborn distanced himself from the Blades. His loved one died because he didn't listen!

And now he... He turned into an inhumane beast.

Suddenly he remembered the bard. Did he attack him?! A sinking feeling struck his gut.

Please, no, no, NO!

What about Geralt?

Oh Talos... I have to return to the camp!

He tried to open his eyes, but his eyelids were heavy. He groaned.

What if the two others were bleeding out while he laid here? If the witcher died... Y/N was sure he could never forgive himself.

Farkas's death was something that he could slowly overcome, although it took him years, and he still hadn't let him go but... If the witcher's death joined, he was sure his shoulders would give in under all the regret.

Just imagining how these beautiful yellow eyes lost their light, he couldn't take it.

He didn't realize it immediately, but his heart was already in the hands of Geralt. He had already lost.

Y/N finally regained some strength, and he used it to open his eyes. His vision was blurry, but he could see that the sky had already turned dark blue.

He knew what lurked in the forest at night.

The thought reminded him again of the witcher. What an irony that it took the white-haired man less than a day to sweep him off his feet. It was the complete opposite with Farkas. Maybe they weren't that similar at all.

He turned on his side and soon realized that his back felt different. The cold wind gave his arms goosebumps, but his back felt perfectly warm. He lifted his arm and cricked it to reach his shoulderblade. When his fingers grazed his back, he sucked in some air.

That definitely wasn't flesh. That smooth texture... Y/N would recognize it everywhere. He had felt it so many times after all.

His back was full of scales.

Panic and adrenaline gave him strength, and he sat up, ignoring the pain that bolted through his torso. Only now did he realize that he was completely naked.

That shocked him less than the fact that only a few meters away stood the Butcher of Blaviken with wide eyes, his sword in his hand ready to attack.

"Y-You..." Geralt didn’t continue.

Y/N opened his mouth but didn't say anything as soon as he saw how the other man flinched.

His heart pounded loud in his ears, and he felt light-headed. He breathed in, it sounded strained.

A smile crept on his lips, and he grinned exhausted.

"Thank Talos, you're alive..."

The witcher didn't know what to respond.

He was frozen although he couldn't tell if it was because the person before him was a fire-spitting dragon or because the man was butt naked. Something that usually wouldn't impress him but after realizing that Y/N attracted him... He was conflicted.

"You... you turned into a dragon," he finally said with a neutral tone.

The man sitting in the crater nodded slowly. He looked as lost as Geralt felt.

Did he not know?

"Are you... Are you the dovahkiin?"

Y/N nodded again, and he lowered his head.

The witcher could see the shame on his face. After receiving this information, he didn't know what to do with it. It should probably agitate him, all the villagers that had their cattle stolen and all the lost prey on hunts, but Geralt felt nothing. The shock was perhaps too deep.

One is a sorceress, one a dragon. It seems like I fall in love with extraordinary people. Wait...

His eyes found the e/c ones. Did he really...? Y/n watched him with a conflicted expression.

"Do you want to kill me?"

The question surprised him; he hadn't thought about it. But he opposed it.

"Should I?"

His voice had a challenging undertone, but it sounded light, and his heart fluttered a little when the other man smiled weakly.

Geralt lowered his sword. Y/N didn't feel like a threat; in fact, he looked defeated.

The h/c haired man leaned back and exposed his torso. The witcher was right. Even his chest was full of scars, and most of them looked like claw marks.

A strong warrior.

"I caused you a lot of trouble. If I have to pay for it, I'll gladly do it with my life. It's not worth much anymore."

These words caused him to frown. The man sounded like he had already given up. Where was his will to fight?

The imposing aura Geralt had felt when he stood tall as a dragon was gone without a trace. This man was broken. He couldn't imagine what Y/N had gone through, but he wouldn't let a warrior like him die a fool's death.

"It's true. You caused me a lot of trouble..."

The Dragonborn watched him with an apologetic expression. Geralt eyed him from head to toe, his stare burning.

"But instead of paying with your life, why not pay me with something else?"

Y/N blinked and stared blankly, then he blushed furiously. The witcher’s heart skipped a beat.

Did Y/N also...?

It excited Geralt that he apparently knew what he was hinting at and reacted this strongly. It meant he had a chance. Then he remembered the ring. Geralt examined the naked man and realized the necklace was gone.

"Your ring..."

Y/N touched his throat. Nothing was there. Geralt expected his face to turn panicked, but only a melancholic expression showed up.

"It's fine. It's time to move on."

The witcher didn't pry further, but he knew he didn't have to. The smile on Y/N's lips said enough.

"So, how am I supposed to repay you?"

The man lifted an eyebrow and grinned. He gulped, he didn't expect the man to be this willing. Suddenly he felt bad about his desires.

"Toss me a coin."

The warrior from Keizaal tilted his head and puckered his lips. Then he smiled, and his e/c eyes turned into crescents. They looked happy. But most importantly, human.

Warmth spread in his chest.

He had a thought that his future would be a lot more interesting with the dovahkiin by his side and Jaskier.

Wait...

Both of them opened their mouth and shouted:

“Jaskier!”

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Endnote: Congrats! You made it! Like I said at the beginning, this fic is based on a headcanon of mine. Where the dragonborn slowly turns into a dragon because of his dragon soul. The dovahkiin is able to live a lot longer than any other human due to his dragon nature and it’s taking a toll on him. The scales are something I had imagined from the start. This is a drawing of my dragonborn which I used as inspiration for this fic:

I wanted the story to end in a rather light tone which some might not find appropriate but I honestly got a little exhausted. I wrote this as a oneshot of 12k words, which was definitely too much xD Writing so much is new to me. But I’m proud that I made it this far :)

I wanted Yennefer to play a part here but more like the one of a former lover. She was also a tool to give Geralt a reason why he likes Y/N since he’s officially straight in canon.

I already decided to create a fic where Geralt gets taken to Skyrim but I haven’t decided if it’s going to be a sequel to this yet. We’ll see I guess.

Some sentences that were spoken in Dovahzul were purposely not translated because it was either from Geralt’s sight or it was to show that the dragonborn was slowly changing. But they meant the following:

Dii rii lovaas fah hi. Wo los hi? Hi los ni rok = My soul sings for you. Who are you? You are not him (as in Farkas).

Dii Zahkrii kriin Dovah ni aak niin = My Sword slays dragons not help them

Thank you for reading and being patient with me :D

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ariquar · 5 years

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coming home.

Odahviing was kind enough to lend his wings to Ariquar once more, after the deed with Alduin was finished. Everything seemed the same afterward, in some strange way - he had expected at least something to feel different after killing the World Eater. To be enlightened, or to figure out something important about his place in the world. But in the end, it simply felt like killing another dragon - with the aid of a few allies he barely knew and the lack of absorbing another soul into his being.

The Greybeards had reacted as he’d expected - calm, collected, and as though they’d expected the outcome. Paarthurnax had mourned his fallen brother, but understood the reasoning behind Ariquar’s actions. Perhaps that was why nothing felt different - the reactions from those so far had been so underwhelming.

Odahviing took him directly to Dragonsreach once more, landing on the great porch, wings folding in to creep along the structure. Guards rushed out, barely recognizing the dragon - Farengar was the one to stop them from further action, and Odahviing huffed a great breath of hot air toward the court wizard, ruffling his robes.

Ariquar clambered down from Odahviing’s scales, his legs hitting the ground and a shock travelling upward, causing him to falter. He fell against the dragon’s side and realigned himself as quickly as he could, figuring in his head that if he were to ride a dragon again, it would be with something to keep him safer - a dragon’s neck was wider than a horse’s sides and his legs burned from holding on.

His eyes turned upward as Balgruuf and his men strode through the doors, and behind them, Teldryn, his armor shed for some more comfortable clothing, a scarf wrapped around his neck. His eyes lit up when he saw Ariquar, expression shifting from worry to relief.

“Is it done?” Balgruuf said, the words hanging heavy in the air for several moments before Ariquar nodded once, his hand braced still against Odahviing’s neck.

Tentative glee rose up in the men on the porch, whispering between themselves about the dragon threat being vanquished. One woman began to ask how Ariquar did it, but was stopped by the Jarl’s hand raising to silence everyone.

“You look tired, Dragonborn. Perhaps you need some rest before we ask you too many questions.” At that, Ariquar nodded mouth shut in a tight line. Exhaustion was beginning to creep up on him - his body was aching and yelling for him to just rest, lie down, anything.

“There are a couple of spare bedrooms in Dragonsreach - if you wish to use them, you go right ahead. If you need anything, my men will be here.” As Balgruuf finished speaking, Ariquar nodded and waved a hand, pushing himself away from Odahviing. The dragon crept backward to the edge of the porch. Ariquar was almost to the door as words rumbled from Odahviing.

“I will return to the mountain. My offer still stands, dovahkiin - vah su’um ven!” The porch shook as Odahviing took off, causing Ariquar to stumble, his armor feeling far too heavy, far too stiff. Thankfully, Teldryn had rushed to his side and stabilized him with an arm wrapped around his waist. In the haze of exhaustion, Ariquar leaned his head downward and pressed his lips to Teldryn’s temple.

“Ari?” Teldryn said, eyes searching his face for a moment, giving up after realising his companion was far too tired to answer him. Pressing up against him, Teldryn instead focused on helping him somewhere quiet.

Ariquar’s armor took help to remove. His fingers were too stiff, fumbling with each piece that held it together. The elaborate ties were beyond his skill at the moment, and Teldryn was forced to help him. The gauntlets,boots, and the breastplate and shoulder guards went first, followed quickly by the armor bound to his thighs and legs. Each piece took far longer than it should have, but the weight off of his body felt wonderful. The moment the last piece was removed, Ariquar fell back onto the blankets on the spare bed, ready to pass out.

Except his hair was bunched up in a half-undone bun, stabbing him in the back of the head. Instead of working it out, he simply groaned and rolled to his side, watching Teldryn put the last pieces of his armor up.

“I could have helped you out of the rest of that, you know,” Teldryn said, sitting down next to the curve of Ariquar’s legs. His hand rested on Ariquar’s side, the rough fabric of the armor’s underclothes scratching against his fingertips.

“I’ll be fine,” Ariquar said, his voice quiet, rougher than usual. He’d been Shouting so much - he hadn’t realised the pain it could cause to one’s throat.

“You’re sure?” Teldryn asked, and in any other situation, Ariquar would have laughed and joked about wanting him to be unclothed, but he barely had the energy to do that.

“I’m sure.” He said, reaching upward with straining arms to undo his hair. It was knotted and felt rougher than normal - possibly from the wind when riding on Odahviing’s back. Or from fighting hordes of draugr in Skuldafn. Silence fell over the room as he shuffled into a more comfortable position on his back, shoulders relaxing into the blankets. Teldryn moved to get up, but Ariquar stopped him with a soft sound, grabbing at his fingers to prevent him from going very far.

“Stay with me,” Ariquar whispered. It was different from usual - their relationship ( whatever it could be called ) was based on casual banter and sex. They’d never expressed a need to go past that, kept it as a beneficial thing for the both of them and stayed platonic. Now, as Ariquar stared up at Teldryn with his brows furrowed, something clicked for the both of them.

Teldryn took the offer, curling himself up into Ariquar’s space, crossing a line they’d never bothered to even mention before. Ariquar’s arms wrapped around him and their foreheads pressed together, eyes closed.

“I was scared,” Ariquar said, “That if something happened, that if I didn’t come back…”

“But you did.” Teldryn said, his hand finding Ariquar’s cheek. His thumb stroked across his cheekbone, and somehow falling into something tender was natural feeling. “You came back. You’re here. And you’re very, very tired, my friend.”

Ariquar smiled.

“I missed you. I missed everything. But mostly you, Tel.” A moment passed, hesitation or simply letting himself breathe, Ariquar didn’t know. Not really. “I love you.”

For all his years, Teldryn hadn’t expected something like that to make his heart skip. Nor had he ever expected to reciprocate anything in such a manner, but the reply came so easily, he wondered just how long he’d been wanting to say it.

“I love you, too, you bastard. Now sleep - I’ll be here for you when you wake.”

And he was. He always was.

#ariquar #teldryn sero #HMMM i wanted something soft

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grayisholi · 5 years

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@ the DND ask game: ALL OF THOSE QUESTIONS, I CAN'T CHOOSE!! XD (or if not that, the ones you rlly wanna do!!

BOY OH BOY OH BOYIve been answering these throughout the day and I’m too lazy to reread the full document so sorry if I’ve left gaps or whatever but here it is! All 35 questions about dnd! Matt you unstoppable Madman.

1. A favorite character you have played.

You can’t just make me pick between my children!!! I think I might have to say Atticus Sallow, my faeborn bloodhunter, partially because he’s like 100% homebrew content which I LIVE for, but also because he’s probably the most kinda self-insert character I’ve ever played? Almost became the kinda angsty, brooding asshole character before he was like “get your shit together” and learned that loving people isn’t so bad.

2. Your favorite character that someone else has played.

I almost, ALMOST had the pleasure of DMing for @no-more-good-omens and their character was gonna be SO RAD and I’m a little heartbroken he never came to be. A half-drow paladin of Vecna, pretending to be your typical good and wholesome paladin? Dude, I love that kinda two faced backstabbing in a player. It’s such a shame it never came to anything (although if yall still wanna play hmu ;))

3. Your favorite side quest.

Ooh, there’s been so many good ones. Probably when i was playing as Adrian Smirks and went off on a tangent to rescue his brother ? That was the first time I ever got to see Adrian’s more raw and emotional side beneath the suave mask he wears and it was fun to explore his character in that way ^.^

4. Your current campaign.

That I’m DMing? It started inspired by Guy Fawkes and was gonna be “your party blows up parliament” but I got bored of following historical accuracy so it ended up being “blow up the palace in a magical city that just happens to be called London”. I accidentally wrote myself into a hole with this campaign tho, so once they’ve finished this arc I’m handing over the DM hat to my sister @philosophical-wanton because she seems to love it and I kinda miss being a player lmao. I can’t wait for it.

5. Favorite NPC.That I’ve written? Probably Hai Shen, the youngest son of a group of circus performers who were killed and the party got blamed for their murder. He had such a great attitude and his dynamics with the party kicked ass. And the twist that he was actually dead the whole time and it was his soul that had stayed behind to help solve his family’s murder? ICONIC.

6. Favorite death (monster, player character, NPC, etc).

NPC death would probably be Hai Shen, actually. After the party had brought the real killers (A cult to the demon Prince Orcus) to justice, Hai’s time on earth had come to an end. He had really beautiful moment with the party before being reunited with his family. Alternatively, the time I broke my entire party’s hearts? “Artagan’s staff comes cracking into Ellios’ chest, forcing him onto the ground. Artagan raises his sceptre in hand, pointing it menacingly at the young prince. And for the first time, you see him. Like, REALLY see him. He’s not the strong and powerful leader you’ve all come to know him as, he’s not Prince Ellios of the Four Realms. He’s just a boy. A boy who is much too young to be involved in such a grand scheme. And the fear in his eyes. You see the fear he’s managed to keep buried for so long, finally coming to the surface. And then? You don’t see anything, aside from his cold body hitting the ground.” I got punched three times for that moment, but GOD was it worth it.

7. Your favorite downtime activity.

Like in game? A healthy lil bit of vandalising the local law enforcement buildings is always a good time.

8. Your favorite fight/encounter.

Aw man, how can I pick ? I gotta say, that one time we, a level 6 party, managed to take down two earth elementals was pretty rad. The DM kind of expected it to be one of those encounters that we saw and immediately tried to run from, but what she didn’t take into account was that ALL of us had chaotic alignments so we just went crazy. The DM was rolling really badly (thank God) and we were getting really creative (“I use the produce flame centripetal to light my bottle of ale on fire and create a molotov cocktail” “you do WHAT”) and after like an HOUR we won and it was amazing. The rush I got from that victory was better than any drug my dood.

9. Your favorite thing about D&D.

I know I say it a lot, but I legit can’t choose. There’s so many great things about ttrpgs that a lot of people don’t really think of. The creative fulfilment I get from a session is incomparable, the friendships you can build that you couldn’t form in any other way. And like, not to get too real for a sec here, but I grew up with undiagnosed autism and didn’t understand how a lot of social situations worked, and DnD was such a good mechanic for me to try communicating with people without many real world consequences, and I appreciate that experience so much. It’s just such a great thing my dood.

10. Your favorite enemy and the enemy you hate the most.

Can they be the same thing lmao? I mean, I’m obviously partial to Count Cassius, the vampire lord that Adrian slept with lmao. I also always appreciate a good beholder, until I get hit with three disintegration rays IN A ROW.

11. How often do you play and how often would you ideally like to play?

We’ve got kind of a monthly schedule with my main campaign, and I manage to get a couple online games in-between them, but honestly I’d kill to be the kind of group that got together every weekend.

12. Your in game inside jokes/memes/catchphrases and where they came from.

Oh MAN. “I say we do this.” “Yeah, but that’s coming from the guy who decided to tie 3 50ft ropes together to escape the palace.” “iT wOrKeD dIdN’t iT ???” i.e that time I forgot I gave the gnome rogue flying boots so when I planned for them to get arrested at the palace, they managed to escape by tying their ropes together, sending the gnome with it to the top and climbing the wall. I had to improvise the rest of the session. Also “FLINTON BELINDA SKINTON” bc as a role-play exercise I got my party to come up with rumours about their characters and the gnome rogue called Flint AKA Flinton B Skinton decided that one of their rumours was that the B stood for Belinda, and it was GLORIOUS.

13. Introduce your current party.

My current group consists of Flinton B Skinton, gnome rogue. He’s a quick-fingered, silver-tongued gay disaster who can sell anything to anyone. He’s a charming flirt, and a veritable genius in his own right. Kava Daardendrian, dragonborn ranger who loves nothing in life more than her animal companion - her pig Snortin Norton. She’s fun and sassy and shameless, she��s great. There’s Sparks, the fire Genasi Monk, and full embodiment of a disaster lesbian. She drinks, fights, and gets laid, and doesn’t deal with her problems in healthy ways. An icon. And finally Milo, the halfling Bard who falls in love at the drop of a hat and just wants everyone to get along. I call them “The Shenanigang” and I love them.

14. Introduce any other parties you have played in or DM-ed.

A party I joined late? We had Sylvia Moondrop, the half elf sorcerer who was just trying to get along with everyone despite what the world seemed to want. Orland the half orc bard who was just trying to shake off the Barbarian stereotype his family left him with. Rose Morleen, air Genasi fighter who was literally born to kick ass and take names. I joined as Mason Terrai, the Earth Genasi Alchemist with a perchance for explosives. The very definition of chaotic neutral.

15. Do you have snacks during game times?

Of COURSE. What manic wouldn’t ?

16. Do you play online or in person? Which do you prefer?

I used to play online a LOT back before I had friends who were into dnd, but I VASTLY prefer playing in person. The chemistry that’s built not only amongst the players, but also the actual characters themselves is unparalleled. It’s just such a great experience.

17. What are some house rules that your group has?

Anyone can attempt anything, the only restriction is the dice. Don’t question the DM unless it’s out of session, then bully the dm on the groupchat until he’s so pissed off he gives you inspiration just to get you to shut up. And also canon lore and canon rules are bullshit when it’s convenient. That’s about it

18. Does your party keep any pets?

Our ranger, God bless her, has her pack pig Snortin Norton, sold to her by one Flinton B Skinton. And Flint really wants a monkey, he’s been trying to find one for ages.

19. Do you or your party have any dice superstitions?

Not really ? I’m the kind guy that if my dice rolls a 1 I will bench it for a bit, but tbh all my dice are cursed af and I’ve kinda just learned to roll with it by making my characters canonically terrible at everything lmao.

20. How did you get into D&D? How long have you been playing?

Aw man I can’t remember when or how, it’s been so long. I had a couple friends who were kinda into it, but all the games they tried to run were complete disasters. I only really started playing I’m the past year or so? Maybe a little more ? Adrian was my first character, and he was a very RP heavy character in a party of tanks and they all hated him but MAN was it fun.

21. Have you ever regretted something your character has done?

Oh all the time. One time my character was careless and didn’t check for traps on a legendary artefact and it lead to the death of a party member. One time my character got angry at his party and walked out. My characters don’t make good decisions, but that’s part of the fun.

22. What color was your first dragon?

White! I thought it was silver at first and went to go say hi, and it clawed me within half my HP straight away lmao.

23. Do you use premade modules or original campaigns?

Oh dude, original all the way. I live for that shit.

24. How much planning/preparation do you do for a game?

Depends on the session, but usually a good few hours, couple of days if I’m DMing.

25. What have your players done that you never could have planned for?

“You wake up in a mysterious forest. The strained autumn sun shines through the trees. The only thing you can see it each other, the trees, and an old sign post leading to a path that says "Myrrill” on it. What do you do?“ "We walk in the opposite direction of the sign deeper into the forest.” “…of course you do.”

26. What was your favorite scene to write and show your characters.

I wrote a full carnival show one time for them to watch, and then it got derailed when a horrific monster attacked. But writing all the characters and their acts, and watching my players get entranced as I described it ? Magical, my dood.

27. Do you allow homebrew content?

I live and breathe homebrew content. I don’t know what my games would be without it. I LOVE homebrew.

28. How often do you use NPCs in a party?

I make some pretty sick characters if I do say so myself, so I throw them in a LOT.

29. Do you prefer RP heavy sessions or combat sessions?

Oh dude, role play all the way. Fighting and killing stuff is great, but role-play is just so good. We can go from laughing with a bartender to crying over a backstory reveal and it’s just beautiful.

30. Are your players diplomatic or murder hobos?

Depends on the party, but i find the best players are a little bit of both XD

31. What is your favorite class? Favorite race?

Official ? I’m a fan of the hexblade warlock? Bards are always a good call, and to be real playing monks make me feel like an absolute badass. Race wise, there are just so many. If we’re only talking players handbook stuff, half elf is always rad. Outside of that? I’ve been researching the Shadar-Kai lately and I’m LIVING. They’re so rad.

32. What role do you like to play the most? (Tank/healer/etc?)

What would you call the disaster gay? I don’t really gear my characters towards usefulness in combat, so it’s just whatever the class happens to lend itself to.

33. How do you write your backstory, or do you even write a backstory?

I usually write my character, personality, backstory, alignment etc, before I even pick a class or even a race. I basically just make OCs and apply them to dnd rules, and it’s SO much fun. 10/10, would recommend.34. Do you tend pick weapons/spells for being useful or for flavor?

FLAVOUR. My party usually hates me, but what I lack in combat utility I more than make up for in creative out of combat skill checks XD.

35. How much roleplay do you like to do?

Boi, I even RP my combat, and the great thing is it rubs off on my party too. I’ll have a really low initiative and everyone else will be like “I attack and do 10 points of damage” but then on my round I’m like “I use my staff to leap across the battlefield towards the opponent and launch out with a spinning kick to their jaw” and everyone else is like “oh, okay, that’s what we’re doing.” and the battle becomes so much more dynamic and cinematic, it’s amazing !

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obeetlebeetle · 5 years

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Do all the dnd asks!

1. A favorite character you have played.

done!

2. Your favorite character that someone else has played.

o my god.. this is so hard, my group makes really good characters! for each of them:zach - nickels!! trauma child kenku weirdo who sold their soul to talk.. who grew up to be an angry pirate who adopted a child on impulse.ari - lael, obviously. they have a half-elf complex, a good chunk of their personality is being the kid that catches lizards, and they have a robot arm.lemon - honestly? jj devinyl. i mean, john mulaney as a tiefling cleric who loves his wife and is also going completely insane? yeah.bree - i.. love layla. she’s a good-aligned cleric to an evil god and her and kellan are the cutest couple in dnd tbh.connor - guardian is a robot.

3. Your favorite side quest.

o fuck!! y’all.. it’s bufo. it’s the fact that my talking toad npc was so lovable that they unlocked the quest in which his mother hunts him down and tries to kill him so that she can live forever. they killed her ofc and bufo was untransformed into a handsome.. halfling.

4. Your current campaign.

i’m running a murder mystery set aboard an airship! with strong cosmic horror elements! and i’m playing in a large-scale epic about spies caught up in the very start of a continent-wide war.

5. Favorite NPC.

also a very hard question. on one hand, jean is my actual boyfriend and also a literal angel assassin. on the other hand, nika is a child god trapped in an amulet whose super god power makes people trip which is so fucking funny. back around to the first hand, which is now the third, aengus is so well-done as a villain that he’s almost scared me in my real-life actual heart and yet he’s an a huge loser with breakup trauma, which is objectively also so fucking funny. on my fourth hand, fela is my most important npc who i’m probably in love with and she’s been in every one of my campaigns. on my FIFTH hand--

6. Favorite death (monster, player character, NPC, etc).

done!

7. Your favorite downtime activity.

done!

8. Your favorite fight/encounter.

that time nasuada beat lumley up in her own dumb-ass head, and lumley’s response was to find this super hot.

9. Your favorite thing about D&D.

getting together and spending time with my friends! or maybe that it lets me be creative without the stress writing gives me.

10. Your favorite enemy and the enemy you hate the most.

fav enemy is def aengus!! like wow he’s fucking terrifying!! and i hate yin&yang the most, they were so creepy and cruel and they were never really punished.

11. How often do you play and how often would you ideally like to play?

i dm once a week these days, and i play sporadically. thesis year has been hard on me! but ideally i would love to dm twice a week and play in one or two steady campaigns, or dm once a week with regular one-shot sessions!

12. Your in game inside jokes/memes/catchphrases and where they came from.

o.. there’s a lot?? my favorite is “honeyclaw pissed on lenthol” bc our barbarian thought it would be a good idea to climb into the robot piloted by the “big bad” (or so we thought at the time), and then to sell her bluff that she was looking for the bathroom, she just...... pissed herself >:(

13. Introduce your current party.

as a dm: lael (half-elf magitechnician who bases their mad science off of cool bugs); guardian (robot paladin on his third life, basically robocop with light existential crises); senhora (brash and kind-hearted by turns, an elf who [REDACTED] before becoming a ranger and bonding w a wolf); jj devinyl (a tiefling cleric who does stand-up comedy and loves his wife); and percy (an android with identity issues, driven by curiosity, and love for magic, and literally no qualms about threatening to kill her friends).

as a player:rowan (the last prince of a lost kingdom and also the saddest, gayest boy in town); ko&kokumo (my elf boy whose soul split in two after leaving his warlock patron, driven by nosiness and romance respectively); honeyclaw (a tabaxi pro-wrestler who deserted her life as a child soldier, pissed on lenthol); peitho (the surprisingly wholesome god of sex, was kinda into the tactics of being a spy before he got distracted by p*ssy); and lumley (the dumbest baby lesbian ever o my god, she’s the daughter of a powerful river goddess and she still can’t get a date).

14. Introduce any other parties you have played in or DM-ed.

that would take me one million years.

15. Do you have snacks during game times?

yeah!! traditionally we take a halfway break at 9 and all go get snacks together, it’s great.

16. Do you play online or in person? Which do you prefer?

i prefer in person, but we play online a lot, and we’ll have to be only online once we graduate.

17. What are some house rules that your group has?

we round up score mods from odds and we don’t pay attention to like.. most of the little rules. it’s more abt the storytelling. (which is why we may switch to a different system if i can seduce them away.)

18. Does your party keep any pets?

o yeah, i think almost every group has had an animal companion. and if not, zach always plays a furry.

19. Do you or your party have any dice superstitions?

a lot of us roll specific sets for each character!

20. How did you get into D&D? How long have you been playing?

i got into dnd in high school bc i liked a boy who watched community, and then i watched community, and the dnd episode fucking rocked. never got past making characters and one botched attempt at a session. then in my first year of college, i joined the dnd club and i’ve been playing since! so like, three years and some change.

21. Have you ever regretted something your character has done?

ya lol i play very much how my character would act and tho that usually goes well for me.. ko wanted to break his pact with aengus despite the Consequences and i didn’t. but overall i think the outcome has been a lot of fun!

22. What color was your first dragon?

silver! just introduced them, actually!

23. Do you use premade modules or original campaigns?

all original, baby.

24. How much planning/preparation do you do for a game?

a ton. as a dm i write........ a lot. i want to have a lot of vivid characters, solid plots, and a huge interwoven world. so my docs are always huge and take me months to finish.

as a player i do less bc players just inherently have far less to do. but i still try put a ton into really developing my character so i can play them more naturally.

For DMs

25. What have your players done that you never could have planned for?

in my first campaign, i used a lot of weird memory spells to keep characters from remembering the big bad, because him being unremembered was a HUGE plot point for me. i had two different groups playing in the city at the same time, and one of them.... had this dragonborn who just liked to talk to plants and who hated nobles, and who fucking cast MAGIC MOUTH on their FANNY PACK to record that big bad so that it COULDN’T BE FORGOTTEN. MAGIC MOUTH. THAT’S THE SPELL THAT BROKE ME.

26. What was your favorite scene to write and show your characters.

i’ve really liked a couple, but i know i haven’t topped the finale for my first campaign. after finally the groups finally came together and killed Shargaas, the city began to crumble around them, and they all watched me set a ten-minute timer for them to figure out how to get away with their lives.

27. Do you allow homebrew content?

o yea, i adore MFOV particularly.

28. How often do you use NPCs in a party?

o there are always a couple kicking around.

29. Do you prefer RP heavy sessions or combat sessions?

we don’t really.. do... that second thing....

30. Are your players diplomatic or murder hobos?

yes.

For Players

31. What is your favorite class? Favorite race?

o fuck. uh probably wizard. and i love................. half-elves.

32. What role do you like to play the most? (Tank/healer/etc?)

i really like long-distance damage dealers.

33. How do you write your backstory, or do you even write a backstory?

i always start with a concept and then i just write an entire novel ell em ay oh.

34. Do you tend pick weapons/spells for being useful or for flavor?

done!

35. How much roleplay do you like to do?

like, 70% rp, 30% jokes,

#shadiekid

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queenofnohr · 6 years

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1. i've been following you for a while now and i fucking love madora, her aesthetic and her vibe and creed and ughhhh just everything. like if you were to worldbuild an entire world around her and write a book i'd read it all in a heartbeat. you did so much good with and by her 2. what's morticia's deal? she's beautiful and the tidbits you have given make me want to know more about her too!! feel free to gob about your ocs always, you're really good at making them

Aw, thanks so much!!!! I’m glad you like them ^^ Hearing that means a lot especially since it makes me wanna work harder on my OCs (aka getting my lazy ass up to write)

All I’m gonna say about Madora in this point in time it that I really really wish I had more time to write about her either actual fanfic or gushing in general :c She’s still my baby girl and I’m still love her very much, but I also gotta be smart about where I allot my time n resources right now

I’ll don’t really have time to gush abt morticia either rn and these bits don’t really answer anything about her, but here are some fun facts:

She actually wasn’t named after the character in the Addams Family. Her stat spread + race + class/subclass was actually a friend laying it all out himself and coming to me like “Hey you want in on this. I have a cool dragon sorceress for you to play.” At this time I was a little babby at d&d and so I thought he meant a dragonborn sorceress instead of a sorceress with the dragon origin. So while thinking of all the good bits that he let me decide on (background etc.) her prototype was actually like…… a kind of goofy hermit dragon person who really liked knights but was destined to kill them because, well, dragon. Like a parody Morgan le Fay. Which is why her last name actually is le F[e]y (to differentiate it a little bit, also bc she turned out to actually be a half-elf character. Morticia was chosen as a nod to “Le Morte d'Arthur”

As a noblewoman she comes from a family with a lot of siblings! 6 in total, with an 4 elder siblings and 2 younger. The family and family customs/dynamics/history was really fun to come up with c:

She’s Chaotic Neutral, but we joke she’s Chaotic Selfish

She’s just. A huge bitch. I love her, but she isn’t a pleasant person to anyone outside her family (unless they are a knight). It makes her very very fun to play though.

She’s a vastly different character than Madora in terms of personality, but her backstory might be summed up as “Madora, but with consequences”

She used to have 6 strength. But after talking about some plot points n shit with the DM, it was increased to 8 strength because she’s half-dragon (vs. having dragon somewhere in her bloodline and the traits manifesting in her out of sheer chance). No plot reason is really given, but I suppose in my own canon she’s a bit like a less hardcore Lothric from DS3 where her frailness is a result of her draconic lineage, but as she grows more in tune with it, grows stronger (our first dungeon was dragon themed, and she developed a strong sense of kinship and interest in them (she herself doesn’t know she’s a full half-dragon as a bastard child))

That’s all for now! If anyone wants to know more feel free to ask questions! It’s kinda overwhelming to just like………. talk about her at length, but this kind of stuff provides a good break from work - I also forgot how fun it was!

#Anonymous #long post #auri sacra fames #<- my morticia tag like how madora's is fleur de noir

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Heya Anon! Thank you for sending in a question. :D

13. Introduce your current party.

Ok, so we have:

Dahbi, a lightfoot halfling Beastmaster Ranger (that’s me!). She has a goat animal companion named Lambert who is as useless as he is adorable (and the in-game joke is that everyone wants to eat him, haha). She’s good with a bow and arrow, and tracking things in the mountains and the forest. The first woman of each generation in her family is cursed, and Dahbi is determined to find a cure for it. That quest led her to be hired by Zakra, and then to meet the rest of the party, and she’s delighted at having found these strange but awesome friends (who don’t really seem to mind her curse so that’s nice, if a bit strange).

Kynareth, a copper dragonborn Cleric of Mishakal. She belongs to the same clan as Maadorth. In her own words, she’s “lawful good, not lawful nice.”She’s a teenager with a tendency to sulk when things don’t go her way, and likes to use her warhammer to calm other people’s emotions. She is rash and impulsive and not very smart, but has a good heart and is fiercely loyal to her friends.

Maadorth, a copper dragonborn Paladin of Mishakal. He belongs to the same clan as Kynareth. He’s big, dramatic, and not very bright, but he’s our tank and dives headfirst into battle with his flaming sword, laughing as enemies struggle to hit him (his AC is crazy high). He’s a fiercely loyal friend and tends to keep Kynareth at bay when she’s being too moody.

Nax, a half-elf Bard. He used to be an innkeeper, but a few problems with Zakra ended up with him in exile, and now they’re learning to work together. He plays the lute and is good with sharp things, sometimes conjuring Clouds of Daggers to keep our enemies busy. He is very sure of himself, thinks he’s better than everyone and acts like it, but once he’s warmed up to you, he’s a good friend. He keeps a score of “Awesome Points” of the rest of the party (of course, he’s always in the lead).

Zakra, a silver dragonborn Sorcerer who most of the time presents as humanoid. She is of noble birth, seeking to marry the prince so her parents won’t marry her off to just some random lord. She has a tendency to Fireball first, ask questions later, but has proven to be a capable diplomat when the need arises. She used to consider Dahbi little more than a pet, but now she’s one of her closest friends.

We used to have a rock gnome Druid and a dwarf Barbarian but we had to leave them behind due to out of game reasons. The druid often scampered off to investigate stuff he found interesting. The barbarian had PTSD and would turn on the party unless he could snap out of it, but he once cleared a whole cave of drow all by himself and it was epic.

5. Favorite NPC.

That would be Bran, an ancient human wizard and his faerie dragon pet, named Pan. Bran has a soft spot for races that the empire considers evil, such as orcs. He can blink in and out to help in battle or to avoid conflict, as he sees fit, or send Pan to help. Most of the party thinks he’s evil, but Dahbi likes this strange wizard and would love to know what other secrets he holds…

35. How much roleplay do you like to do?

ALL THE ROLEPLAY. Roleplaying is one of my favorite aspects of D&D. Like, battle is amazing (especially when you land those sweet, sweet Nat 20s) and I love getting new information on the world, but I believe that the characters and their interactions are what make things fun and special. The happy moments singing drunkenly in a stolen ship, the somber moments when someone falls in battle and barely passes the death saves, the sad moments when we learn about the tragedy in our friends’ former lives… It’s amazing.

Thank you for your question, Anon!

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vokunahrkfeim · 7 years

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Heart's Day - 16th Sun's Dawn (16th February)

Today is the 16th of Sun's Dawn, a holiday celebrated all over Tamriel as Heart's Day. It seems that in every house, the Legend of the Lovers is being sung for the younger generation. In honor of these Lovers, Polydor and Eloisa, the inns of all Tamriel offer a free room for visitors. If such kindness had been given the Lovers, it is said, it would always be springtime in the world.

Since Signe is stuck in Thedas she wants to celebrate Heart's Day with gifts for her friends along with a special gift for someone she's had her eye on. | AO3

The light streaming in through her window at Skyhold roused Signe from her sleep. Feeling herself leave the fade was still a strange feeling and as she lay there her mind wandered. How long had it been since she came to Thedas? Nearly half a year at least. Winter was towards it’s end and spring was just around the corner. She’d tried her best to keep track of the days. She may not be in Skyrim but she planned to celebrate her holidays all the same. It was her way of staying connected with her home until she could get back --- if she could get back. Sitting up she smiled as she realized today was Heart’s Day. About a month ago Signe realized the holiday was fast approaching, so with little time to spare she had gone about finding the perfect gifts, or in her spare time making a few of them. Now she just needed to pick them up.

Of course getting any amount of time to herself was nearly impossible since being named Inquisitor. Someone was almost always following her around, looking over her shoulder or trying to ask her opinion on something but today there was a bit of a different bounce in her step that people were taking note of and she’d requested to have the morning to herself. Though Cole did accompany her on her walk to the blacksmith in Skyhold, she didn’t mind the company of the spirit. “What is Heart’s Day? It makes you happy.” He asked “A day to celebrate love! Though I do not have a partner, I plan on celebrating the love I feel for my friends today.” A bright smile spread across her face as they walked. “Heart fluttering, overflowing joy. You glow even brighter today, like a spirit of love.” The spirit smiled and a light blush spread across her cheeks. Cole always spoke about how she glowed but a spirit of love? “Thank you Cole, I am honored to be compared to a spirit of love.” She gave a chuckle and looped her arm with his as they continued on their way towards a few of the vendors who she’d special ordered items from. Each one, she came to find, had already been specially wrapped. She insisted paying a few extra coins in thanks for saving her the time and to have them delivered to her room. The Undercroft was her next stop and she sent Cole away so he didn’t catch sight of his gift, though he probably already knew what it was. “Good morning Harrit!” She greeted the Blacksmith with a smile. He had been great help in teaching her to use the metals found in Thedas which were all very different than what she was use to. Luckily her skills at blacksmithing helped her learn quickly. “Morning Inquisitor. I have everything you made and requested all ready to go. Dagna finished the last of her work on them last night and boxed them up.” Harrit said and gave a nod towards the arcanist who looked like she was about to start bouncing in place. “You said they were presents right? I put them in their own boxes and packed them up real nice. I didn’t know the occasion but I figured it would save you from wrapping them up. You gave me the opportunity to try out some new runes so I figured I’d help you out.” The dwarf was always in such a good mood and Signe just adored her. “Thank you Dagna, I’ll have to make sure to send more things your way.” Paying for what she needed to and gathering the boxes she moved them from the Undercroft to her room. There were too many to take around all at once. Varric was the first one she visited, The rogue was dear to her and she smiled brightly as she walked up to him. “Varric! I have a gift for you!” The rogues brows furrowed. “A gift? What’s the occasion sparky?” That damn nickname of his. Of all the things he could have called her, he decided on sparky. At least he hadn’t called her Dragon Lady or something. “Back home today is what we call Heart’s Day. While it’s usually a day to celebrate lovers, I thought it would be nice to celebrate my new friends.” As she explained the significance of the day she handed him the small wrapped package and watched him open it. She had found a beautiful quill for the author and hoped it would serve him well while writing his next book. “I’d also like to offer, if you want it, to enchant your crossbow. I know few enchantments that are very useful.” The dwarf had an odd look on his face as he looked at the quill and then up at the Dragonborn. “Thank you Signe, this really means a lot. Happy Hearts Day to you as well.” With a chuckle she leaned down and gave the man a kiss on the cheek. “Happy Hearts Day.” He waved her off with flushed cheeks and she moved on to give her next gift. It didn’t take long for her to give out the rest of them. Each of them surprised to be receiving a gift and very grateful when she explained the reasoning behind her giving them. Dorian made some remark about how had she been a man he’d have taken her to bed for such a glorious gift, it would have been only right. She had joked back that should she ever find a way to turn into a man he’d be the first to know. Now there was one the last gift -- it was something special and thinking about who it was for caused her cheeks to flush a deep red. A crush, how had she let this happen? She was the Dragonborn for Talos sake! Still, their smile always caused a fluttering in her chest. “Get ahold of yourself Signe…” Picking up the package from where it had been laid on her desk she took a deep breath and exited her room. One foot in front of the other, it wasn’t a big deal.

Solas Ending Cullen Ending Iron Bull Ending

#valentines day oneshot #dragon age inquisition oneshot #dragon age inquisition fanfiction

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A Scale of Freedom [Ongoing]: Chapter 1: A Rebellion Worth Millions (part 1 of 2)

As I enjoy my smooth mug of ale and sit in front of my fireplace I often reminisce the memories of my travels. This planet I'm on is not of my own and yet I've somehow found a home in this foreign place. Sitting atop a lone hill in the middle of a grassland lies my humble shack made of oak wood.

A small barn not too far from here houses my livestock, not much but enough to feed me until the next winter or so. Every morning I watch them graze while downing a huge mug of freshly squeezed milk. In hot days I use my innate frost breath to help cool them off and sometimes when children pass by here from the nearby town I would puff up snowflakes and frost to which they can play with for a short while.

Who would have thought a white Dragonborn would fit in this countryside so well? Certainly not me, but either way if you are in possession of this journal then that would mean I have already passed from this world. Please take good care of this memoir for it's the only other living memory of mine, a memento of my time in this world. I'd be guessing that you're not here to read about farming techniques nor how to properly distill ale. I, Veryax Silverfang, will tell you my story. It all starts within my home planet, Abeir...

One great distinction between the planet I am currently residing in and my home planet of Abeir is the absence of gods. In our planet gods are not commonplace and religion concerning them are non-existent. Growing up there I saw the trials and tribulations of my people, how the dragon masters would torture my kind for sport and their grotesque half-dragon children playing with us like wind up toys.

In our planet, the Primordials were usurped by dragons making them the top of the food chain. I could drone on and on about the History of Abeir but I would rather not. To paint a clear picture of what our planet looks like just imagine desolate wastes as far as the eye can see. Most cities are morose and gloomy and Dragons always littering the skies. I grew up in such a city where my kind was regularly sold as slaves like cattle to a butcher waiting for slaughter. I don't even remember much about family as well, my mother and I were separated when I was young. She was sold off as a slave doing sexual favors or something along those lines meanwhile, my father left my mother before I was even born. You see we've tried, or more specifically, my people have been trying to escape the rule of the dragons for so many years. Time and again we've tried rising up and usurping our masters but every time we do, we keep falling flat. So Many lives taken, so many sacrifices have been done, all for nothing. I remember talking to my closest friends about it when I was serving as a butler for a particular white chromatic dragon.

"Another rebellion was squashed yesterday, did ya hear? Somewhere south a large group of peasants marched for the Castle owned by a red elder dragon named Virak" Nyskira said, whispering to her twin while fidgeting at her maid's outfit, seemingly disgusted at what she's wearing.

Nyskira is one of my closest friends, a blue Dragonborn with a knack for trickery. Not that much taller from her twin, her slender form can easily slip and glide through any cramped space making her the perfect candidate as a shadow messenger. You see she's been working as a maid along with us but has secretly been passing notes around town. Of what? I've yet to know

"Sadly, yes. About a thousand of em they said. Rumor has it that the dragons roaming the city mercilessly tore through the peasant ranks, leaving none alive" Hasira said whispering back at her sister narrowly avoiding knocking over the porcelain statuette that she was dusting.

Hasira has the same features as her sister albeit almost indistinguishable. The only way to tell them apart is if you happen to notice the weird runic patterns on her left arm. She was born with a natural skill for magic. Although having little to no control with it.

"Hush you two, you know talks of rebellion around here can get us killed or worse. I don't know about you, but I prefer keepin my tongue and eyes inside my skull thank you very much." Caudicius remarked hissing at the two as he adjusted his round glasses.

Caudicius is a human, albeit the only human I ever fully trusted. Taller than most but lanky and lacking any muscular features. Brown matted hair and eyes that glisten like an emerald gemstone. What he lacked in fighting prowess, however, he made up for with quick thinking and smarts. I've seen him solve puzzles and riddles within minutes. The only reason a human slave is among Dragonborn is because our master hired him to track records of his "experiments"

"I think it's good that we're talking about these things. The dismal state of our people may not be much concern to you, but it is a great deal to us." I say under my breath while staring at him intently.

"Your words cut deep friend. You wouldn't possibly think I care not for the woes of your people. What I simply mean is we must be wary when talking about these things inside this building" he replies waving his right hand as if gesturing towards the entirety of the manor while his left hand kept several books and scrolls in a firm grip.

A soft orange glow emanating from a large chandelier gave enough light to be able to see what the interior looks like. Gargantuan cobblestone walls with torch sconces plastered upon each corner. A grand staircase leading towards two doors made of wood and one made of smooth steel imbued with Draconic symbols of "Warning" and "Beware". The main chamber is where we usually do our work as our master is a fairly busy individual and oftentimes we are to welcome the guests with fake plastered smiles and courteous grins as the visibly scoff at our general direction.

Caudicius turns towards Hasira and says "From what source did you even gather that information? You barely leave the manor, I would assume all the propaganda you are exposed to came from Nyskira"

Nyskira places a hand on her chest in a mocking manner pretending to be disgusted "How dare you to call it propaganda? It is in fact, priceless information from a quite trustworthy source."

"Would this source happen to be your connections with the--" Caudicius pauses as he re-adjusts his glasses and whispers "local rebellion brewing amongst this town"

Nyskira pauses for a moment and sarcastically scratches the tip of her snout before answering "What are you on about? There's no such thing going on, you must be lacking sleep, my friend"

Using his free hand Caudicius clasps Nyskira's free arm and firmly grasps it as he spoke with a sharp tone "You fool, if the master were to catch you escaping from your quarters and proving through the town grounds at night you'd get us all killed or worse. Our wails of pain and sorrow will echo through the night becoming an ambient tone of torture for all the citizens to hear; slave and master alike."

Nyskira wrenches her arm from his grasp and massages it as she spoke "First of all, that hurt and secondly, you seem to forget that I am not as predictable as you. I have my ways around the manor and town grounds. Secret halls and passageways only a Dragonborn of my caliber know of."

"I sort of agree with Caudicius on this one sister," Hasira says in a nervous tone "I would not want harm to befall upon you and I trust in your skills but what if... If you were to..." She stops as small beads of tears start forming around the corner of her eyes then she suddenly covers her face with a dirty rag.

I gently put my arms around her in an effort to calm her down as I shoot a dirty glance towards Caudicius who merely shrugs and points towards Nyskira.

I exhale deeply as I say to her"What our friend and your sister are merely pointing out is you must not throw caution to the wind when dealing with these things. You joke and play as if your life is not at risk. If you care not about your life then consider ours to be in danger whenever you are to make a move. Understand that if one of us gets caught meddling with affairs of rebellion then all of us have to pay the price. Such are the rules imposed upon us and I were to guess that the rebellion need not four more corpses to bury."

She crosses her arms and shakes her head as she says "I do these things, with the utmost respect for the rebellions that have passed and failed. You of all people should relate to that Veryax since your father--"

"Do not talk about my father as if you knew him. He threw away his life and what did that earn him? An unmarked grave in an unknown place." I cut her off snarling at her.

"Still, he did something. He did not sit idly in a manor, not of his own by the way, trying to appease those who slaughter his kind by the daily." She replied snarling back "That is what I intend to do, I act. I play my part in both sides but my loyalty rests among my fellow Dragonborn. Where does yours?" she finishes pointing at me.

"Committing such acts without proper planning will get you killed" Caudicius interrupts shuffling the books and tomes under his arm. "I understand that you wish to help your kind, I get that. I know the pain and burden you feel. Need I remind you that not only your race are the ones being enslaved." He says as he uses his free hand to gently caress the leather collar he has on his neck. "I want to help, I do, we do, but I also want to do it with caution and decisive planning. All you do is pass notes around those whom you seem to trust. Who's to say they have not betrayed you? or yet to betray you? Freedom is a well-sought commodity after all."

"Well, I'm glad we're somewhat on the same page. If you didn't like what I've been doing then you'd hate what I'm about to say even more." Nyskira says with a slight glint in her eye and a smirk on the corner of her snout. "It starts tonight."

My eyes widen as she said that. "What do you mean it starts tonight? What starts?"

Hasira suddenly becomes quiet and whispers "I almost forgot. Tonight is the night they've been waiting for."

Caudicius nervously furrows his brows as he speaks "Don't tell me it is what I think it is. Why today of all days? Is it because the Master has been working nonstop?"

Nyskira grins and says "Exactly, at this week of every month the master chooses to tire himself out and never leaves his chamber. He also chooses to forget about sleep, or even checking guard rotations for that matter."

"Oh no. Exactly what hour of the night? Don't tell me it is what I think it is." I ask while nervously eyeing the large glass windows expecting men in robes to jump inside.

"Closer than you think, very close. The time for action is at hand!" she replies with a sly grin.

(end of part 1)

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