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The arrow caught itself into the motor of the stone walls, shuddering for a single breath or two. The wind had whistled when it took flight, true and straight, but when the arrowpoint slammed into the stone, the air punched out of it like a strangled sigh. Another sigh came from Leliana's side, and she gave the dark-haired woman a smile. "You hit something this time, at least."

Frustration darkened Alexandra's eyes, the pale silver taking a faint golden hue from the reddish-bronze sunlight peaking over the mountains. Skyhold was a flush with soft pinks, deep reds, and hammered bronzes, the air aglow like flame. The gray stone, drained sick and tired, took a fine paler color, blushing from the lightly stroking fingers of dawn. A golden mantle swaddled the green leaves and brown boughs, gleaming with the light shinning in gems, and the trickles that dripped from between left soft golden patches upon the green grass and rock-strewn paths.

And the dawnlight did wonders up Alexandra, truthfully. A faint shroud of pale white ran down her thick dark curls like moonlight running along night-darkened lake, shimmering. Her pale cheeks, with its high-cheekbones, was painted lightly with a flush, either from the cold or frustration, Leliana could not be for sure. But the redness was pretty to her. It allowed Leliana to count all the fine freckles hidden in the paleness, like flowers lost in the snow. Her nose crinkled upward, her full lips drew down pouting, and the urge to laugh and kiss her nearly overwhelmed Leliana. She distracted herself by walking toward the locked-in arrow, drew it out with a little strength, and checked for any chippings, ignoring the teasing thoughts twirling in her mind.

Alexandra spoke, her annoyance not hidden. "A target that is over twenty feet tall and dozen or more feet wide. Truly, I shall be recalled in legends for besting the terrible stone demon known as the curtain wall." Her fingers gripped tight the bow, her already white hands growing whiter. "I never had such difficulty for other things, before." She shook her head, the strands cradling her face bouncing a little. "I don't see why I am not allowed to use my magic to help guide the arrow."

With the arrow in hand, Leliana rested her knuckles against her hips. The urge to smile was terribly hard when Alexandra was so cutely frustrated. So rare it was to see the collected, savvy, and murmured arrogant, Inquisitor all aflush and pouting like some child. Her bouncing thoughts seemingly fled her when the arrow left her hands, Leliana thought, amused.

"Because the entire point of this is to be assured you are well capable of fending enemies off when your magicks are low or depleted, and there is not enough lyrium for you to drink to get out to safety."

Alexandra's gaze shot up, and the great storm often unyielding in her eyes took shape once more. "I already mastered well enough the dagger and the sword and the shield - surely this is unnecessary." She paused for a moment, eyes widened a little. "But that does not mean I do not enjoy spending time with you, of course." Her lips curled into that teasing, insufferably arousing half-smile. "Though, I can think of other ways we can practice different techniques and abilities."

A flush stirred at Leliana's cheeks, peeking like the first leaves in spring. She grappled and tousled with it until she knew it was little more seen that the natural flush on her cheeks. "While the thought is tempting." And truly, it was. Leliana had found herself half distracted by Alexandra's outfit - snug black breeches that did not hide the strength of powerful and supply thighs, tied neatly with a belt to reveal flaring hips, and a loose white blouse where if Alexandra bent over at just the right angle, hints of pale and soft flesh was revealed. Indeed, she felt terribly wrong for eyeing Alexandra whenever she was not looking, but she could not help herself. Often the arousal would dwindle away to admiration, one of breathless and star-dazzled. Everything Alexandra did came easy and elegant, even in her failings. She flowed like a shadow running across a field, without any stiffness or rigidness to be seen, with easy practicality and assurance that bordered on arrogance. But that arrogance faded away with Leliana, it seemed. A glint of something more was seen through the mask of the Inquisitor - something real and shy and overwhelming and beautiful that Leliana wanted to jump into, damn the consquences. But such thoughts often lead to blindness...and Leliana could not be blind, not now. Not after Haven, not after Justinia.

But Maker, do I sometimes wish I could be - for this woman I barely know but who entraps me so. A coal of frustration smoked through her limbs, smoldered a little. "We still must be assured that you are safe, regardless. After all, who was the one who ran straight into a dual dragon fight without any regards?"

The flush returned, brightly crimson. Alexandra looked away, fingers strumming the bowstring, but her smile did not leave her face. It seemed to have grown. "Bull had dared me."

Leliana shook her head. "Yes, I know." You and your dares and your foolish pride. Leliana took a few steps, slid the arrow back into the quiver drummed up-right into the ground. As she did so, Alexandra brushed her leather-gloved fingers across Alexandra's arms. "We will not have that happen again, correct?"

In the corner of her eyes, Leliana took in the pleasure of Alexandra's face growing captured into ruddiness, flowing down her throat. "I will be sure it won't," she promised, muttering.

"Good." Leliana dusted her hands with a few swipes against the other. "Now, your arm was too stiff this time, and you allowed your strength to come from your arm, not your back."

The smile of before, the one teasing and gleeful, returned. "It is not my fault that I use my hands and arms more."

"And yet, your masterful fingers and arms will avail you nothing in the end if your arrow is anything but a great solid target made of stone." Leliana moved forward until she was nearly pressed against Alexandra's back. "Grasped your arrow."

Alexandra did, and Leliana took her by the underneath of her arm, rested the other flat against Alexandra's stomach. She tried not to think of the sweet vanilla wafting from her dark curls. It would be so easy to lay a kiss to her neck, if I wanted. Here the Inquisitor was, trapped in Leliana's arms, such a lovely reward if there was any. She could brush the thick curls to one shoulder, reveal the pale secrets to her eyes and her eyes alone. She would be able to feel Alexandra's pulse quicken, the heat of embrassment and arousal burning Leliana's lips as teeth dug deep into skin, marking her for all to see.

She pushed those thoughts away. Now is not the time, she thought. With the softest pressure to her stomach, Leliana pressed Alexandra straight, and she softly cursed the fact that the woman was taller even with her boots on. Rising on her tip-toes, Leliana glanced and guided Alexandra's aim until it was true on the target. The hand on the stomach slid along, around her waist, pressed gently across her back with ghosty strokes. Leliana rested her chin on Alexandra's shoulders, turned a little, and whispered softly in her ear. "Aim, aim. Relax your arm, let your strength come from your back." Leliana felt Alexandra do so, the muscles beneath her fingers shifting and bundling as she drew her arm back, her fingers close to her face."

She adjusted her aim again, praising her all the while. "Now, l loosen your fingers, and let it fly."

The air sang with the easiness in which the arrow to flight. Winds whistling, the arrow struck true, and pride flickered through Leliana's stomach." She laughed gently, wrapped her arms around Alexandra's waist, and laid a kiss to her cheek. Heat burned her lips from the blush. "Good girl. You did amazing."

"Leliana?"

"Yes, ma cheri?"

"Bedroom, now."

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chai-latte-knight · 2 years

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Dragon age: inquisition Meme

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x-bluefire-heart-x · 2 years

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Thedas

Chapter 1 for my Skyrim/Dragon Age story. I hope you enjoy!

Warnings for this chapter include a lot of swearing courtesy of Aycria and some violence though not overly graphic.

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Prologue

Blinding pain in her head is what eventually forced Aycria into consciousness. She tried to raise her left hand to rub at it but felt the movement tug at her right hand. She slowly opened her eyes and took in her surrounds.

‘A cell?’ she thought starring at the odd circular room she was in. The next thing she noticed was the green glow that was emitting from her left hand. She lifted her bound hands as high as the chains allowed to stare at the green glow encompassing her hand. ‘Well, this is just great. It feels like that Orb I found but…that one gave off a blue glow and it feels slightly different, almost like a sickness.’ She looked closer, noticing that the glow started from the middle of her hand.

She called up some magicka in her left hand, her eyes narrowed as only a small amount answered and it took considerably more effort to do so. ‘What in Sithis?’ Before she could try and call more up the thing in her hand crackled and the green seemed to echo outwards in response.

“Ahh!” Aycria cried out in pain as she doubled over. She gritted her teeth and panted heavily as the pain continued before ebbing off. “Fuck. What the fuck is going on?”

The door to her cell opened with a bang, the light caused Aycria to squint her eyes against the glare. She could make out two figures.

“Who the fuck are you two?” She snarled fighting against the pounding in her head that pulsed in time with the pain in her hand. “And what the fuck is this?”

They walked forward out of the glare of the torch light and in the shadowed light of her cell Aycria was able to tell her jailers were both women. They circled around her in opposite directions. Aycria rolled her eyes, and scoffed at their attempt to intimidate her. She sat up straighter not allowing them to see her affected by the pain. She learned a long time ago not to acknowledge or show pain to your jailers. The one wearing heavy armour with short brunette hair walked closer to her. The other one who wore a hood that obscured her face stayed further back in the shadows. ‘Hm, a warrior and perhaps an assassin or spy?’.

“What happened at the Conclave?” the warrior demanded.

“Conclave? What in Talos is a Conclave?” Aycria asked back. “And again, I ask where am I? And what is this green shit coming from my hand?”

“The Divine Justinia’s Conclave!” The warrior snarled. “The Temple of Sacred Ashes destroyed and everyone dead, everyone except for you. Explain it.”

Aycria blinked in confusion, her head titled to the left causing her snow-coloured hair to sway to the side evidently it had fallen out of the braids that Aycria wore it in when travelling.

“There is no such place in all of Tamriel, nor is there a Divine known as Justinia amongst the Nine,” she mumbled, she bit her lip eyes widening as she came to a sudden conclusion. One that made her stomach clench in horror. “By the Void…this isn’t Skyrim is it?” She looked pleadingly at the Warrior in-front of her before turning her gaze to the woman in the shadows.

“Skyrim?” Both women glanced at each other the one in the shadows moved forward. “Cassandra, I have never heard of such a place. I believe we are currently having two completely different conversations.”

“Finally, one of you is actually listening to me!” Aycria cried. “My name is Aycria Stormblade, I hail from the country of Skyrim, found on the continent of Tamriel. And I am truly sorry to hear about the destruction of this Temple of yours and the death that happened. But I swear on the Nine Divine I have no idea what any of that means. The last thing I remember is being in the Tomb of a Dragon Priest with my Shield Brother Vilkas and finding some strange Orb. Then it started glowing blue and nothing, before I woke up here. Chained and some fucking green shit in my hand.”

“Dragon Priest-?” The unnamed woman started before Cassandra interrupted.

“Leliana, go to the forward camp, I’ll take Aycria-,” here Cassandra stumbled a bit on the pronunciation of the strange woman’s name. “-To the rift.”

“Rift?” Aycria muttered. “Forward camp…is there a battle going on?” Cassandra came forward with a key as Leliana moved to leave. Cassandra unlocked the chains around Aycria’s wrist and replaced it with rope. Aycria raised an eyebrow in amusement, but out of morbid curiosity allowed herself to be led outside.

“It’ll be easier to show you,” Cassandra answered guiding her out of the cell. Aycria tested the rope around her wrists. ‘I’ll play along, I doubt it would work in my favour to inform them that the rope isn’t really going to do anything if I decide to escape. But I am rather intrigued by this rift business, and if I truly am not in Tamriel and I am in some other place entirely it would be wiser if I stayed with this Cassandra.’

As they walked through the building that served as Aycria’s brief prison she noted that it resembled the temples of the Divine she had briefly visited. She found it odd that they would use a Temple as a prison but maybe this places religion had a more violent Divine that didn’t mind their place of worship doubling as a prison. Women in red and white robes stared as they passed, they did little to hide the hatred and fear burning in their eyes. As they passed, they turned to each other and started whispering.

“That’s her, the murderer,”

“Why is Lady Cassandra allowing her to walk so unguarded?”

“She should be chained up and never allowed to see the light of day again, until the day of her execution!”

Aycria glanced at the woman next to her and couldn’t help but think the same thing. Surely, it wasn’t that easy to make someone believe that you hadn’t murdered this Divine Justina and caused the destruction of a Temple. Cassandra pushed open the large doors at the entrance to the Temple forcing Aycria to bring her bound hands up to shield her eyes from the glare of the sun and from the light reflecting off of the snow-covered ground. She blinked rapidly to help her eyes adjust, as they do, she wishes they hadn’t. The sky was ripped opened, green that matched the colour of her hand spread out from the centre of the tear.

“What in Oblivion?!” Aycria couldn’t believe what her eyes were seeing. She had heard stories of the sky being torn open during the Oblivion Crisis and she could only guess that it would have looked similar and caused the same kind of fear and panic that was currently rushing through her. “I-” she looked back at Cassandra just as the hole in the sky pulsed green dots falling from the centre and landing somewhere in the distance. Aycria’s hand seemed to respond to the pulse, the green glow lit up and burned her hand.

“Ahh! Fuck!” Aycria felt her knees give out at the pain. It felt like it had doubled, she stared as the green seemed to spread outwards only this time it didn’t ease back after the throbbing had stopped.

“Each time the Breach spreads, so does the marking on your hand,” Cassandra gently helped Aycria to her feet, noting just how small she was. “It is slowly killing you; I must get you to the Breach.”

“What happened?” Aycria gasped leaning on the warrior as the pain slowly subsided.

“No-one fully knows. All we know is that an explosion occurred at the Temple of Sacred Ashes destroying and killing everyone. Except for you,” Cassandra explained. Aycria’s eyes widened at the mention her being at this Temple of Sacred Ashes. “Scouts found you, they said you fell out of a Rift and there was a woman behind you.”

“But I wasn’t at the Conclave, I don’t remember any of that,” Aycria pushed herself away from Cassandra. “I still don’t even know what the Temple of Sacred Ashes, the Conclave or Rifts are. But an explosion did that?”

Cassandra glanced at her before pulling her along through the streets, the people stared as they passed. Aycria shifted her eyes from the sky to those around her and back again. This entire series of events was not making any sense to her and that above all else concerned her. If this place was anything like Tamriel a hole into the sky that seemed alive was not going to end well, and Talos only knows what is on the other side.

“This one did. They have already decided that you are guilty,” Cassandra pointed out, stopping them just before the gates that towered over the town. Cassandra pulled Aycria around to face her. “I cannot promise you anything more than a trial but it would help you to help us. It will be dangerous outside these walls on the journey to the Rift, demons are appearing too quickly for our soldiers.”

Aycria narrowed her eyes as she looked around and settled on staring at the Breach. Her hand seemed to pulse in time with it. Her nose picked up the scent of blood, and death. Sounds of fighting were distance but consistent.

“If there are still people dying out there and I can help I will,” Aycria sighed. “Whatever is in my hand is linked to this Breach no question about it. Don’t misunderstand I’m helping just as much for my sake as anyone else’s.”

“That is all I can ask,” Cassandra took a dagger and cut through the ropes. The gates opened and Cassandra led the way outside and along a road towards the Breach.

Aycria scanned the area around her trying to see anything familiar but apart from trees and rocks there was nothing. The plant life was as alien to her as these people were. They looked almost like Imperials but also Bretons, but none of them smelt like any of the people she had met in Skyrim. Even the scents on the wind were different, sure there was the smell of sweat, animals and such but it wasn’t quite the same. Aycria sighed as all of this further proved her hypothesis that this wasn’t Tamriel and that it wasn’t even the same World. For even if this place was just a different continent in her world surely the maps would still include Tamriel for it was massive. She eyed Cassandra, not having liked her mention of a trial, especially after being told that everyone already believes Aycria to be guilty. After a time when they hadn’t come across anyone else for a while Aycria sped up and cut in-front of Cassandra.

“One last thing,” she said. Her tone was sharp, causing Cassandra to rest a hand on the hilt of her sword. “I don’t intend to be so easily captured again and sent on my way to execution. I will do everything in my power to close that Breach but I will not be blamed for it or the death of this Justina.”

“Do you truly believe you have a choice? If you fight you will die,” Cassandra was so matter of fact about it. As if Aycria would be defenceless against those who wish to chain her. Aycria laughed and shook her head before slightly tilting it to the right.

“You have no idea who I am or what I am capable of,” Aycria’s full lips pulled back into a smirk, her slightly pointed canine teeth in full view. She reached deep within herself for her Thum only to find it didn’t respond, she could hear the souls of the Dragons she had consumed roaring in rage but they were muted, as if they were shouting through water. Her smirk faltered for a moment before she forced it back into place. “Perhaps you should wait to see what I can do before declaring that I would be so easily killed.”

With that Aycria moved to the side and gestured for Cassandra to lead again. The warrior paused for half a second before a quick quirk of her lips and a huff of air showed slight amusement.

“Perhaps you should listen to that as well, you don’t know what the people here are capable of,” Cassandra stated before she moved on ahead. She heard Aycria stumble over a response before a laugh, genuine and bright sounded behind her. It was loud and although all around them was death and destruction it brought a small smile to Cassandra’s face.

“You got me there,” Aycria jogged to catch up before falling into step beside Cassandra. “You know you remind me of some people from back home.” Aycria’s golden eyes darkened for a moment before she looked away and up to the Breach. ‘First my magicka isn’t responding the same and now I can’t use my Thum, this isn’t good!’ Cassandra waited to see if the odd woman would elaborate any further, when she didn’t Cassandra focused her eyes back onto the road.

No demons had appeared yet which was a good sign as they came across a bridge with soldiers. Just as Aycria and Cassandra where half way across whatever the Breach was spitting out with the demons crashed into the bridge and destroyed it. Aycria yelped as the ground gave beneath her feet and she fell to the ice below. Cassandra landed next to her and quickly got to her feet as the strangest creatures Aycria had seen blinked into existence in-front of them.

“Stay back!” Cassandra drew her blade and charged into battle with a war cry on her lips. Aycria slowly got to her feet and eyed the green and black mass in-front of her. It appeared to be billowing up and one of those creatures formed out of it.

“Well, shit,” Aycria jumped back three steps and focused her magicka as ice pillars formed in her hands, she aimed at the creature’s chest and sent them flying. The creature stumbled but didn’t go down. Two more ice pillars formed and they were released but still the creature kept slithering forward. “Fine you piece of shit! Let Dawnbreaker send you back to what shithole you crawled out of.”

Aycria focused on summoning the golden sword, sweat formed on her forward as she struggled. The sword appeared in her right hand just as the creature reached her. Aycria grasped it firmly and ducked under the arm of the creature and drove Dawnbreaker into the chest alongside the four ice pillars. She yanked the swords to the side as she stepped away from the creature, which screamed in agony as its side was ripped apart. As the creature vanished Aycria turned her sights onto the two Cassandra faced off against, just as Aycria took a step forward one vanished and the other attempted to take advantage of the warriors distraction.

“Oh, fuck off with that,” Aycria flung her hand forward willing her magic to create a solid barrier around Cassandra. The claws of the creature bounced off harmlessly. “Thank Sithis.” Aycria moved forward intending to aid Cassandra further but it was unnecessary as said woman cleaved the creature in half and it vanished. Cassandra rounded on Aycria and pointed her sword at her chest.

“Drop your weapon!” Cassandra demanded. Aycria’s lips quirked as she hefted the blade and rested it against her shoulder.

“You’re shitting right? I can summon several more weapons and I don’t intend on being weapon less against those creatures,” Aycria said. “Plus, I don’t need a weapon to be dangerous. I have magic and even without weapons or magic I am entirely capable of killing someone. But you should remember that I haven’t done that yet and I am joining you willingly.”

“Is that meant to reassure me?” Cassandra sighed sheathing her weapon. “But you are right, you should have a weapon. I cannot protect you.” Cassandra looked away towards the Breach. “Come we must keep moving.”

“Speaking of weapons,” Aycria started causing Cassandra to turn back towards her. “I would have had a sword and a dagger with me. Tell me you have them and they were not lost somewhere in my journey here.”

“We have them.” Was all Cassandra responded with before turning away once again.

Aycria titled her head to the left as she studied Casandra, as far as Aycria was concerned this woman was the strangest she had ever met. Defensive one minute but then agreeable the next. ‘I guess Cassandra is similar to my Shield Brothers, toughen exterior hiding a big old softie inside, just like Vilkas,’ Aycria thought.

“You know, you never did answer one of my first questions,” Aycria casually stated as they walked towards the set of stairs that led up and away from the frozen water. “The Conclave.” She provided when Cassandra looked over at her in question.

“Ah, it was the Divine’s answer to the war between mages and templars. She brought together the two groups to try and broker peace between them, it was the only hope for Thedas to end the chaos,” Cassandra explained. “But that is now even more unlikely with the Divine dead and the Chantry in chaos after any who were liking to became the next Divine died at the Conclave.”

“Templars, what in Oblivion is a templar?” Cassandra stopped fully, shock on her face clear.

“You don’t know what templars are?” Cassandra asked confusion clear in her tone.

“Well, they certainly don’t exist in Tamriel or Skyrim and I am definitely starting to believe that I am in an entirely different world,” Aycria sighed. “Look I know if sounds insane but this place nothing is familiar. These words you’re saying have no meaning for me and the magicka here is weird and affecting mine. I can’t call on it as easily as I can in Skyrim and when it answers it is significantly weaker.”

“Weaker? You can cast so accurately without a staff and that is weaker?” Cassandra questioned. “That is incredible and very frightening.”

“Frightening-No, we keep going like this none of our questions will be answered,” Aycria waved her hand. “How about this, you answer my question about the Templars and I will answer your question about my magicka being weaker and staffs. And then we can go back and forth.”

“Alright,” Cassandra agreed. “Templars are or were members of the Chantry. The order was created to watch over mages in the Circles, to watch for signs of possession and to keep mages in the Circle. They would also travel and look for Apostates, mages who were not part of any Circle and bring them to one for their protection as well as those around them. Templars are able to purge a mages mana, take away their ability to cast.”

Aycria stared at her in disbelief, what remained of the hold on her temper was slipping away the longer Cassandra talked. Aycria seethed, her hands clenching into fists, her knuckles on her right hand whitened as her grip on Dawnbreaker grew tighter.

“And I thought Nords hated mages but at least they never imprisoned them,” Aycria growled.

“Imprison?! That is not what happens!”

“No? What else would you call be forced into these Circles? You said it yourself these Templars hunt down mages not inside them and force them to go there, the Templars prevent them from leaving. Sounds like a prison to me,” Aycria pointed out. “No wonder the mages started fighting back.”

“I-” Cassandra started before she reconsidered. “It is for their safety. Mages risk possession from demons in the Fade. The Circles teach them how to control their magic and how to best fight against possession.”

“Possession? Right that’s my next question,” Aycria decided and she took a deep breathe to try and quell her anger. “In Skyrim mages do not require a staff to cast, they can use one if they want a specific spell to be stronger but it is not required. I am not sure why but something is preventing me from calling up my magicka easily or in any decent amount which is making my spells weaker.” Aycria stopped walking for a moment and stabbed Dawnbreaker into the ground. She held both hands out in front of her and focused her magicka on summoning fire, it flickered in her hands before becoming solid. “Normally this little amount of fire would be so large it would cover both my hands. And it would have happened in a blink of an eye. But this, this is all I can manage. It’s, I don’t know if it’s because of the magicka here, the shit in my hand or the gaping hole in the sky but something here is causing this.”

Cassandra had taken a step back when the fire appeared her brow furrowed and her hand on the hilt of her sword. But one look at the confused and slightly afraid look in Aycria’s eyes caused her to relax slightly. When Aycria had calmly stated that she didn’t require a weapon of any kind to kill someone Cassandra had believed her, the statement was made with the confidence of someone with the skills to back it up. Cassandra had met many warriors in her life and all the of the skilled ones had the same energy surrounding them that this tiny woman had. But the look of fear in her Aycria’s eyes made something soften in Cassandra, made her want to help and that was something Cassandra had no idea how to handle.

“We need to keep moving,” Cassandra turned on her heel and continued marching up the steps. “We are getting closer to some of my people. I can hear the fighting.”

Aycria looked up from the pitiful display in her hands and huffed at the retreating warriors back. She pulled Dawnbreaker out of the ground and followed. She stopped as she sensed a burst of strange magicka, like the Breach but on a smaller scale.

“What is that?” she asked. Cassandra glanced at her. “It feels like the Breach but also like what’s emitting from my hand.”

“There is a rift up ahead,” Cassandra explained. “From what our mages have been able to tell, they’re small tears in into the fade that allow demons to enter without being summoned. A significant number of them have been appearing since the explosion.”

They crested the hill and came upon a small group fighting more of those demons and some even stranger ones. Aycria looked around trying to understand the battle field as Cassandra charged right in. These demons were remarkable. One was currently on fire, and another has very tall and had a long tail and long spindly arms and legs and made the most horrendous screeching noise. Aycria shifted her grip on Dawnbreaker, and reached for her magicka only to find it did not respond at all.

“Well, guess I am doing this the old Nord way,” she muttered. She leaped into battle carving up one of the demons that was encroaching on an incredibly short man with a crossbow. Aycria paused looking at the man tilting her head to the left and blinking a few times before the screams of one of the soldiers dragged her focus back to the fight.

‘That couldn’t be a Dwemer and yet he is very similar,’ she thought ducking under the arms of one of the tall demons as she slashed at its legs with Dawnbreaker causing it to screech in pain. ‘Huh that’s an elf, well guess that explains why they were not phased by my ears although his is a lot more pointy and longer.’

“Nice of you to join us, Seeker!” the crossbowman called before he disappeared into the shadows leaving behind smoke.

“What the shit?!” Aycria couldn’t help but stare at the space where he just was. In her distraction the demon that was on fire swung one of its arms towards her, however a wall of ice blocked it from reaching her. She spun staring from the ice to the elf who put it there. Sure, some members of the Thieves Guild could hide in the shadows but that required the blessing of Nocturnal and for there to be shadows readily available. They couldn’t just disappear like he did.

“I suggest you pay attention to what is going on around you,” he scolded.

“Fuck off!” She growled, turning back only to find that all the demons seemed to be dealt with. She walked closer to what could only be the Rift that Cassandra was explaining before. She felt drawn to it as does the shit in her hand. She raised her left hand towards the Rift.

“What are you doing?!” Cassandra asked but the elf put an arm out to stop her from getting closer to Aycria.

“I’m not sure,” Aycria felt the strange magicka in her hand respond to the Rift and it lit up before a string of light seemed to connect the two. “Ah!”

It hurt at first but that soon faded as a pulse like a heartbeat started up. The light around the Rift started to fade. Aycria tried to pull her hand away but the string just extended until the pulse started to slow and then rapidly speed up. Aycria allowed it to pull her hand forward before quickly closing her fist and yanking her hand down and backwards. The Rift seemed to close up before disappearing completely.

“Well, would you look at that,” the crossbowman sounded only slightly surprised that she was able to close the Rift.

“It seems my hypothesis was correct,” the elf murmured reaching for Aycria’s left hand. However, Aycria backed away and brought it towards her chest.

“Don’t go reaching for my hand you fuck,” she snarled. “Ask first. Fuck, don’t you have any manners?”

“Apologises,” although he didn’t seem overly apologetic. “The orb in your hand is definitely connected to the Breach and the Rifts. I believed that such a connection could be used to close the Rifts but to see it actually work-”

“Wait! You know what this green shit is?” Aycria waved her left hand around, green light still lingering around her palm.

“Not exactly, only that it appears to be a magical orb that fused with your hand somehow,” the elf explained. “I examined it while you were unconscious in Haven.”

“He means he kept it from killing you while you slept,” the crossbowman added. “I’m Varric, nice to meet my fellow prisoner.”

“Fellow prisoner?” Aycria was growing more and more confused with this place. “So, is it a common occurrence for you people to let your prisoners run free?”

“Varric was not a prisoner, and he has been free to go since the destruction of the Temple,” Cassandra huffed.

“My name is Solas, if there are to be introductions,” the other elf smiled waving his hand.

Aycria attempted to smile but was sure it came across as more of a grimace. She felt off about this Solas but she was sure it was purely because he watched her while she was unconscious.

“We need to continue, we must get to the Forward Camp,” Cassandra interrupted moving onwards.

“Right, and how far is this camp?” Aycria asked following after her. She saw Varric and Solas look at each other before following.

“Seeker, I should mention that although it appears our friend here is a mage, I do not believe she has the power to rip open the sky,” Solas said.

“I am aware,” was all Cassandra responded with looking at Aycria briefly. “I do not believe that Aycria had anything to do with the destruction of the Temple.”

They came upon the gates to the forward camp but a Rift was blocking it. Aycria was tired and sore and annoyed. She had closed two more Rifts on the way here and she had been unable to call up any of her magicka and no matter how much she tried her Thum still didn’t answer and the Dragons were sounding further and further away. Whatever was affecting her magic also caused her to grow tired more easily when she fought.

“I hate these fucking things!” Aycria grumbled.

“Me too,” Varric said. Hefting his crossbow which he apparently calls Bianca and readying for the demons to come out as it opened. “Me too, Snowy.”

Oddly enough Aycria rather liked the nickname Varric decided to call her by. It made her feel like he was welcoming her even after she explained she was not from this world and that was why Cassandra believed her. And boy was that a surprise when the warrior stated that she didn’t think Aycria had anything to do with killing their Divine.

The demons walked out and the group leapt into action. Each Rift took longer to close. It kept letting demons out until it appeared to run out of energy to allow them through. Aycria closed it after the demons stopped coming through. Aycria had tried to close one of the Rift’s they had come across previously but it only seemed to dull it before it brought more demons through. Aycria stopped trying after that until the demons stopped.

Finally, the Rift was closed and the guards opened the gates at Cassandra’s orders. Walking through Aycria was surprised to see how many soldiers and what looked to be civilians here. Cassandra walked towards a table where a man in the same robes as the women back at Haven were wearing and the other woman who interrogated her stood staring down at a map. They both glanced up briefly upon hearing them walking towards them.

“Ah, there she is,” the man said straightening up and glaring at Aycria. “Arrest her seeker, I want her bound and ready to be taken to Val Royeaux!”

“No,” Cassandra said. “She is our only hope of closing the Breach and stopping the Rifts. Leliana we must gather our forces and march towards the Temple.”

“The Valley is gone, Seeker,” the man sighed.

“It is the quickest way to get to the Temple, we need to gather our forces,” Cassandra repeated her previous statement moving forward.

“The quickest but not the safest. There is another way to get to the Temple through the Mountain passes,” Leliana looked towards the mountains. “I was sending scouts through there but we lost contact with them.”

Aycria looked around mostly ignoring the conversation. It was unlikely that they would ask for her opinion on how to get the Temple. They just needed the Orb or whatever was in her hand. She wasn’t even sure that it would be enough to close the Breach, just closing the Rifts was difficult enough for her and the Breach was giving off a lot more powerful magicka.

“What do you think?” Cassandra asked turning to the woman who was staring up towards the Breach. Aycria glanced over at the others when the conversation seemed to stop to see them all looking at her.

“Wait, you’re asking me?” she questioned. “Seriously?”

“Yes, you’re the only one that can close the Breach, you should have a say in how we get to it,” Cassandra reasoned. Aycria rubbed the back of her neck and muttered something under her breath before turning to face them fully.

“If we take the mountain path the soldiers will have to act as a distraction, which would result in a large number of them mostly likely dying,” she said. “And if we don’t take the mountain path and charge with the soldiers the scouts lost in the path will mostly likely die. But we don’t even know if they are alive to begin with.”

“All very reasonable statements,” Solas agreed.

“Either way people are going to die,” Varric said.

“That is just an unfortunate fact of any battle,” Aycria pointed out. “Others are dying wherever those Rifts have appeared and we have no way of knowing if closing the Breach will close all of them but somehow, I don’t think it will.”

“We must make a decision,” Leliana said.

“I have never been one to allow soldiers to act as a distraction for me,” Aycria straightened her shoulders from the slump they had been in during the conversation. “We’ll charge with the soldiers. Leliana, I’m sorry about your Scouts but we have no way of knowing if they are even still alive and if us charging with the soldiers prevents more of them dying then that I what I want to do.”

“I understand,” Leliana nodded her voice cold. Aycria paused before turning to face Cassandra who was looking at her with something almost like respect on her face.

“Let us go then, Leliana gather our forces, all that is left,” Cassandra ordered. “We make for the Temple of Sacred Ashes.”

Aycria was panting after she closed the Rift that the demons were coming through. The soldiers had railed and worked together to take them out. Aycria was feeling her energy waning. She hoped she had enough to close the big shit. Cassandra was standing close to her, having noticed that she was struggling.

“Seeker, you managed to close the Rift I see,” the blonde man who had led the charge walked towards them. “Well done.”

“It wasn’t me Commander,” Cassandra stated. “It was Aycria.” She motioned towards said woman who took a deep breath and stood straight hiding the struggle she was facing.

“Ah yes, the prisoner,” the Commander looked her up and down in a calculating way. “Let’s hope it works on the big one.” He nodded before turning around to help a soldier who was limping. “I’ll leave the rest to you and Leliana, Seeker.”

“Of course,” Cassandra nodded turning back to Aycria who was staring after the Commander with her head tilted to the left. “We must continue on.”

“I get it,” Aycria muttered. “Will have to explain to me the whole Seeker thing when we get a chance.” Cassandra smiled softly before nodding and leading the way to the Temple.

“I also have other questions for you,” Cassandra said.

On the way toward the ground of the Temple voices started echoing through the remains of the Temple. A man’s voice demanding something and a woman’s voice who Cassandra identified as the Divine Justina. And then her voice. Aycria’s voice sounding confused and lost, yet still demanding to know what was going on.

“You were there,” Cassandra gasped.

“I don’t know I swear, if I was here something happened to me and I lost my memories, along with other things,” Aycria swore looking towards her. “I promise.”

“I-” whatever Cassandra was going to say was interrupted by Justina’s voice calling out for help and Aycria answering.

“Don’t know who you are but let her go you ugly fuck,” Varric paused at the tone in Aycria’s voice. It was quiet and deadly, like nothing he had ever heard before not even Hawkes voice ever got like it. It was full of power and authority.

“You tried to help,” Varric pointed out. “Wait, Red Lyrium, what is it doing here?”

“What is Red Lyrium?” Aycria asked. “Wait never mind, let’s wait until this is taken care off.”

Turns out closing the Breach was not as easy as it sounded. Though it wasn’t exactly a surprise. Aycria had to open the Rift that was below it and linked to the giant Breach in the sky. Solas believed closing it was also close the Breach. And of course, opening it let out a bunch of demons including one giant motherfucker who had whips made of lightning because of course.

It took all of them working together to kill it. Solas managed to get its barriers down long enough for the archers around the Temple and Varric to bring it down to its knees. Cassandra slashed at its stomach as Aycria gathered what was left of her strength and leaped at its head using its knees as leverage. She gripped Dawnbreaker with both hands and brought it down with all the strength of her Dragon blood taking off its head.

“Now close it!” Solas shouted.

“Give me a fucking minute Egghead!” Aycria shouted back, after regaining her feet. “Sithis.”

She took a deep breath and held her hand up to the Rift. The string of green light leaped out of her hand and attached itself to the one coming out of the Rift. A humming of the strange magicka started up stronger than before.

“Ah!” Aycria gritted her teeth and fell to one knee. She could feel a burning a pain in her hand as the green glow encased it. “Come on you shit! Close!”

Aycria felt the burning die down and the humming slowed. She started to close her hand and yanked it back like all the other times. The string of green light broke and a rush a magicka exploded from it and went towards the Rift. Aycria fell backwards gasping for air. Her vision whiting out. She heard Cassandra calling for her, Varric dropping down beside her, and Solas standing over her staring at her with wonder and confusion in his eyes before he looked up towards the Breach. Aycria followed his gaze. The burst of magicka reached the Breach but before Aycria could see what happened she felt her consciousness wane. Her vision going black. And then nothing.

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Blackwall: [goes on about being a Grey Warden]

Warden Inquisitor: Uh-huh...

Warden, 5 seconds later, sipping tea with Leliana: So that was a lie.

#dragon age #dragon age origins #dragon age inqusition #warden inquisitor #male warden #female warden #blackwall #thom rainier #leliana #bluerose shitposts

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memory345 · 2 years

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Part 1 of My “Husband” Varric

This was supposed to be the entire thing but I kinda got sidetracked writing the party member's banter. But not to worry, this will only be two parts and part two will be posted and linked shortly.

Summary: Somehow, the information that the inquisitor is, in fact, very single gets leaked and proposals and suitors start pouring in to try and win the heart of the Herald of Andraste. The information was leaked by none other than Varric, albeit accidentally, so as punishment and a way to try and fix the problem, you say that Varric is your husband. But as your charade continues, feelings develope...?

Fem!Inqisitor x Varric

Word Count: 1,297

"Ok, who was it? I'm not mad, I just wanna know." You ask your inner circle, trying to keep your tone as gentle and calm as possible as you all stand gathered around in Josephine’s office.

"What? You think one of us did it?" Blackwall laughs, in almost disbelief.

"Not intentionally, no. But we believe that one of you may have off-handedly mentioned it and it may have taken on a life of it's own." Josephine answers. She was the first to feel the effects of the rumor, as hundreds upon hundreds of proposals for the inquisitor were mailed in.

Sera raised her hand. "S'cuse me, Lady Shiny Pants, but why aren't Creepy and Mister-more-elvhen-than-thou here? Shouldn't they be interrogated along with us?"

"Cole and Solas have been ruled out." You answer.

"If they have been ruled out, then why am I here?" Cassandra scowls.

"Yeah, boss. I mean even if somebody did manage to let it slip, harm could people knowing you're avaible do?" Iron Bull chimed in.

"What harm?" Josephine said, incredulously. "Well, to start with, there's them." She walks over to the office door and pulls it open to reveal the hall full suitors dressed to the nines, and holding everything from bouquets to chests full of jewels and finely made dresses crowding around the door yelling 'Inquisitor!' as soon as they spotted her.

“Ah. Right.” The qunari gave her a sheepish grin.

She gave Bull a tight smile as she quickly shut the door.

“They’re the reason the entire castle’s been sent into chaos. Did you know one of those pompous little shits came into my office asking me ‘Where’s the inquisitor?’ and then called me ‘incompetent oaf’ when I told him that I didn’t know. Wanted to throttle the bastard by skinny little neck.” Cullen said, his hand curling with the memory of the incident.

"As soon as the information was let out, some of our alliances have requested for the inquisitor's hand in marriage or they'll pull their support. The inquisition has made a name for itself and has become quite the power house. The Inquisitor is our leader and as such, she too, holds a lot of power. It wouldn't take the brightest person to realize that securing a marriage with her would be a great move." The ambassador said as she returned to the inquisitor’s side.

"But that isn't the worst of it." You grab a wooden crate half your size full of letters from behind Josephine's desk and drop it in front of them. "These were all sent by my mother. Any eligible person on the continent you can think of is probably here." You gestured towards the box. “And these are from yesterday alone.”

“Well, shit.” Varric says as he scans the content of the letters.

“And I thought my family wanted me to get married.” Dorian laughs, as he grabs a handful of letters and starts skimming over them.

“It can’t be that bad. Everyone in Thedas is vying for your hand.” Vivievienne states, reviewing the possible candidates Dorian handed her. “I say enjoy it, and use it to your full advantage.”

“This one looks quite promising. Look, says here that he’s about your age, a merchant, likes sunsets and going to cafe’s. ” Iron Bull says, flipping around a letter to show the brief summary of the man and as well as the tiny picture of him that came in it.

“Pish posh.” Dorian waves him off. “This one says he’s a Duke from Nevarra with a very sizeable fortune and as well as beautiful summer mansion. Also says he likes to cook and has a sizable library. The only problem being is that he looks like he was alive to witness when Andraste became the maker’s bride.”

“I like this one. He’s got a cool scar and hair that looks like he just got struck by lighting.” Sera laughs, showing you the picture.

“It also says he spent three years in prison for smuggling illegal goods.” You respond.

“Eh, minor details.” She shrugs.

“This is pointless.” Cassandra huffs, crossing her arms. “We need to do is-”

“Look! This one says he’s a Pentaghast!” Blackwall shouts pulling another letter from the box.

Cassandra was at his side in the blink of an eye. “Who is it?!”

“Would everybody please-”

Your interrupted by Lelliana as she strides into the room, a triumphant smile on her face. “I’ve found the leak!”

“Who?” You all ask simultaneously.

“Varric.”

“What? Me?” The dwarf asks, outraged.

“Why am I not surprised?” Cassandra glares at him. “First you keep Hawke from us and now you sabotage the Inquisition with your loose tongue.”

“He didn’t do it intentionally, Cassandra. At least, I believe he didn’t.” The spymaster pulls out a letter from her pocket. “We believe you may have said it in a letter to your cousin, Vidar. At least, that's who we think it is. Your penmanship is quite hard to make out in this one."

He takes the letter from her hands as realization dawns on him. "Oh, yeah! I remember this. I wrote it when I was dru…" He trails off, before giving the inquisitor a sheepish smile.

"How did the subject of the inquisitor's relationship status end up in your letter?" Dorian asks, raising his perfectly trimmed brows.

"Well, I was near blakout drunk and my cousin wouldn’t shut up about just how amazing his new business was going and I was going through bit of a bout of homesickness so I couldn’t help but brag a bit too. I only said, ‘You’d think that with how powerful and beautiful she is, the Herald of Andraste would have someone but I guess saving the world does keep a person busy’.”

“I don’t know if I want to thank you for the compliment or knock upside the head for being the cause of all of this.”

“I didn’t think the little shit would go around spreading it about.” He threw his arms up.

“It’s okay, my lady. We can fix this.” Leliana reasures you. “My spies can track down the source of the rumour and take care of it.”

“So…?” Dorian makes a slicing motion across his neck.

“No! There are easier ways to deal with this.” Josephine looked aghast at Dorian.

“Well, I’m open to any other suggestions.” The spymaster looked expectantly at the ambassador.

“I could get engaged.” You say, as everyone turns in to you in a stunned silence. “Now, now… Don’t look at me that way. It’ll be fake. I’ll get engaged with someone which will make it impossible for them to try and use me as power grab or leverage for an alliance. Leliana and Josephine can use the spies to spread the news of the engagement, we parade together as couple for a few months and when this whole Corypheus thing is finally over, we “mysteriously” break it off for reasons unknown. It’s perfect.”

“That… might actually work. The question lies in who will be the your bethrothed.”

“Oh, of that I’m sure you will find no shortage.” Leliana laughed looking at the party, making some of them bashfully turn away.

“I think this should be fixed by the same person who started it, don’t you, Varric?” You say staring at Varric.

"You know, Varric would be the perfect candidate. He's practically the prince of the merchant's guild, well-connected and was an ally of the Champion of Kirkwall. A union between the two of you wouldn't pose further questions."

"Why, Ambassador, I'm flattered…" He smiles, a hand on his chest.

"Alright then, it's settled. Come on, hubby." You stretch your arm out to the dwarf. " Let's go tell my horde of suitors that I am, unfortunately, taken."

"Lead the way." He says, taking your arm.

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