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Hinata's darker side. (Fandom and I) | "H help me Ino...." Sakura's shorts were continuing to bulge and stretch, the fabric beginning to strain as Sakura's cock was beginning to grow bigger and harder within her clothing. |
Hinata's darker side. (Fandom and I) | Ino ran closer and looked her over. "Whats wrong? Who hurt you?!" |
Hinata's darker side. (Fandom and I) | "I....I..." Sakura panted as she felt the lust creeping into her mind, hormones flooding through her body. Her shorts and panties began to give way, the material starting to rip, before the front of her shorts burst open, her still growing cock springing free, at about 11 inches so far and continuing to grow both longer and thicker. |
Hinata's darker side. (Fandom and I) | "Ah!" Ino shrieked, backing up quickly in fear. |
Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix | Fereldan, East of the Brecilian Forest.Strapping the greatsword, Ageless, to his back. The figure turned to exit the small hut, his head nearly touching the top of the hut on the inside. "Rage!" A voice yelled as he exited the hut where he and his younger sister, Cloud, lived for the past few years. "Nothing you do will make her better if you seek violence!" The voice called, an old man limping his way over to the hut in an attempt to protest the male's leaving. "I've sat around long enough." Rage replied, the burning passion to save his younger sister clear in his eyes. "I waited and waited for YOU and your simple prayers to help my ill sister." The male spoke, his burrow furying as he turned his attention to the old man. "It is clear that the Maker wishes to take my sister away from me. The only living thing I have left to remember my fa .." "Rage! You think that it is not painful to see my niece il " Rage grabbed the hilt resting over his shoulder, "She is not related to you, old man. Cloud is not your niece. Stop trying to be something to her and I! She may enjoy your company, but you disgust me." Gripping the hilt of his greatsword, "I'm sorry, Rage... you and her have been in this village's lives for a few years now. We all consider each other family." The old male replied, his tone of voice clear of shame. "You are not my family. My only family is laying in bed, dying... while I sit around and do nothing." Walking past the old man, "It is time for me to get off my ass and find someone capable of helping her, instead of waiting for some fake being to heal her."The male got his name simply because of his temper, he had a name when his family was all together. He and his little sister, now referred to as Cloud, escaped barely from Denerim. Their father got mixed up with the wrong people, to make sure something like their father's fiasco never happened again. The Antivan Crows made an example out of him and his family, Rage and Cloud escaped their home that was set a blaze thanks to their mother. She burned to death in an attempt to save her children, it was a sad story. They were picked up by passing travelers, taken to Brecilian Forest as slaves. Rage was quite the escape artist.. he got him and his sister out that night. Escaping into the broader forest, finding shelter in the village that his sister laid dying in now. A unknown, unnamed village.For weeks, the male didn't eat. His sister only said one word to anyone, even him. Cloud. She'd sit down on the ground, rocking back and forth staring up at the sky. Calling out every cloud that past, thus getting her name. Rage got his because anyone who came near risked broken bones or limbs being torn off. He eased up when his sister began to speak to him more. She was only five, he needed to look after her being that he was seventeen. It has been two years since that time, Cloud getting sick crushed him. All the waiting around, waiting for the Maker to help her. Clearly.. it worked.The walk to Lothering took five days, four hours and thirty seven minutes. Rage kept track, he needed to know how long he had been gone from his sister. If she was to pass while he was away, he wanted to know when and know if he should've been faster. Running his hands over his short dark black hair, the male let out a small sigh. The talks of apostate mages being able to cure the sick were every where, the possibility of a new Blight wanted to make sure everyone who was sick could be helped if they needed to be moved.. or if they were to just sit there and die. Stretching out his right shoulder, the male winced slightly. On the way, he ran into a few stray wolves, one managed to get their claw underneath his leather armor giving him a somewhat deep wound on his shoulder. "Fuck.." The male spoke, taking in a deep breath. He was just a few hours, if that, to Korcari Wilds. Where rumors have said a 'Witch' with incredible powers lies, she is the one Rage needs to find."Hey! Hey!" A voice called, "You looking for some goods? I got a bunch of legal goods for your browsing services." A male spoke, clearly hiding from the Templars. "No thanks, scum." Rage replied, quickly turning his back to him. "You are probably too cheap to buy from me anyways." The trader spoke with a small huff, quickly drawing his sword from his back. The male held it out with one arm, "You wish to meet my blade more personally?" Rage replied softly, "You and it would surely make great friends, you fuck." Fury developing quickly in his eyebrows. "Whoa, whoa.. I'm sorry, n no need to kill me." The merchant spoke, wobbly at the knees. Rage dropped his sword, some. Taking a step toward the male, watching him flinch. "Ah!" the merchant yelled, falling onto his behind. Turning back, the male smirked as he slowly headed back to the road that led to the Wilds.Rage could instantly feel as if he was being watched when he stepped into the ever so decreasing foliage in the Wilds. "Witch of the Wilds... fits the environment." The male huffed, his hands clenching up then unclenching. He needed to be ready for anything, for this wasn't a place he knew awfully well. It was someone else's playground.. he was trespassing, and the feel he got from the woods was that they knew it and were not pleased with his presence. Placing his right hand on the hilt, the male needed to be ready, anything could jump out at him. Shaking the nerves from his body as he continued to trek deeper into the Wilds."I come in search of someone who can help me." The male's deep voice echoing through the wilderness, speaking to nothing yet something at the same time. "If its sovereign's you need to help me.. or even show yourself, I come baring enough I've saved this past few years." His voice continuing to bounce off trees, back toward him. A deep sigh passed his lips, was there no one who could possibly help him in his dilemma? |
Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix | Each of the woman's two skilled hands were soaked in a thick, sticky, red fluid. Before her was a creature, not that of a man, but that of a wolf. The creature cried out for his brother whom had gingerly knelt aside him. "Mage! Mage, you are hurting him!" he bellowed, though his garbled voice came out in a marred, low whimper. He watched with golden eyes of pure terror as the dark haired woman's hands plunged into the bucket of fresh rain water aside her, then as she began to probe his brother's. She was taken aback by the stark frigidity the water held, so much so that it sent raw shivers through the nerves in her finger tips. Her two visitors had been werewolves, brothers that had been cursed by the Dalish guardian Zathrian. Six days ago the Dalish organized an assault on the werewolves within the Breccilian Forest. While they did not go far, they heavily wounded several of the werewolves. A handful of them heard word of a powerful apostate from the Dalish and decided to pursue the rumor while others remained skeptic, and holed themselves away in the bowels of the Breccilian ruins. "B Brother ... please, calm yourself." The ailing werewolf's wheeze startled the other. The uninjured wolf watched with sullen eyes as this selfless mage treated his kin, without even any monetary incentive. It was this lack of avarice the winsome woman possessed that imbued him with confidence, and made him realize his brother would survive. With what little power the dying beast could muster, he reached out to his brother, begging for his presence. "I will not leave you, brother! This mage is powerful! She will save you!" he preached. Though long since a child of the wood that had taken on Zathrian's curse, they still retained some human essence. The werewolves cared for each other, watched over each other, fought as a collective unit. Even they majestic beasts of the Wilds felt a need to display emotion. The mage, simply referred to as Banshee, was overwhelmed with the blood gushing from the werewolf's wound. However, it were her eyes, which were a similar shade to ginger ale, that reflected her nonchalance. She had taken a thread and needle and stitched her patient's wound, but it was the pain that was overwhelming him. She positioned her hands a few inches above the incision which left the wolf's brother bewildered. Suddenly, a low, cerulean light emitted from her bloody palms. The squirming wolf's body was brought to an abrupt halt. He rested, still, on the bloody sheets of the mage's cot, his body completely motionless. Still breathing fell from the grace of his maw. "Mage ... is he alright? Has he .. survived?" The dark haired woman did all but nod. "I've ebbed his agony and postponed the pain to come. If he rests undisturbed then it's possible to completely avoid that trimester entirely. You both are welcome to stay here for a few days, until you are rested and capable of making the journey back north without hindrance." The werewolf breathed a sigh of relief. "I think you mage. Mark my words ... your temperance will not go unrewarded." The mage scoffed. "I've no need for material goods lest they be in the form of food, water or clothing. I only have one boon I think you may be able to grant." The softness in the woman's voice but the raging beast within him to rest. He peered guilelessly at her, cocking his head to the side as if to pose a question. "Yes, mage? Anything." "That you do not point the templars in my direction when you leave." Her chuckle was reassuring, though the werewolf was suddenly taken aback when he noticed the mage had been collecting things around her home. There were herbs she had placed neatly in a tiny satchel, then had hidden them in within her tunic. "Mage? Where are you going?" The werewolf inquired. When she did not answer he asked again but only received silence was a response. When she approached the door, the werewolf shot up from his perch and addressed her with a rather intimidating aura. "Mage! You're leaving!" She finally responded. "Two templars are on their way here now. Someone in Lothering pointed them in my direction. If they find this hovel, they'll slaughter you. But you have the upper hand. Do what you must for protection ... but if they find me there will be complications. I'm confident you'll emerge unscathed. Good luck to you, Sazheir." The night had been nipping at the mage's heals with a relentless severity. The crickets chirped and sang, singing a song of the darkness to come. The woman had been brought to an abrupt halt as she had heard a voice cry out from a copse of oak trees aside the marsh. She emerged from a collection of bushes, overwhelming the plants with her size and raw power. She brought with her silence, first observing her visitor. He seemed innocent enough, so she decided to entertain him. "Why would you come seeking the aid of a monster?" |
Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix | "Gah." The male spoke to himself, his angry slowly beginning to rise. His grip on his hilt turned his knuckles white, "Fucking old man.. not letting me come sooner." Rage grunted softly to himself, "If I left sooner, I would've found something.. a pile of bones, a indication that this 'Witch' lived in these Woods. God damn rumors..." The male muttered to himself, shaking his head. He was a fool to believe in them, for what are rumors if not just simple lies stretched to make someone believe in something false? Releasing his grip from his sword hilt, the male slowly but surely inhaled deeply. Exhaling simultaneously afterwords, repeating the process a few times. Bringing his left hand to cup over his right, rubbing quickly at the top of his knuckles. Waiting for the normal color to come back from the pale white. Shaking his hand softly, the male let out a sigh. Angered. Depressed. Any name for the emotion of being disappointed, upset, hurt. The world did not rest upon his shoulders, no. The fate of his little sister, his only blood relative did. The purest thing in the whole world, something that he'd fight for with his last dying breath. She was everything to him, yet, he was failing her at every turn. Crouching down, the male drew out a small cross in the dirt. Placing his palm over the indentation in the dirt, closing his eyes. "Maker preserve my baby sister... if not because I am asking, do so because she is the only thing I have remaining.." A prayer... as much as he knew his answer would be ignore, it was best to fill himself with false hope then no hope. At least he did so for his sister, knowing he had given up on faith for it did nothing for you in the time of need.Standing up after a few seconds, the male exhaled deeply. Running his hand over the top of his head, dirt falling into his hair. His dark blue eyes peered out into the nothingness of the woods, where creatures hid from his eyes. The eyes of the male looked glazed over, as if he was simply but a shell of a man. Nothing more then fury and anger. Cocking his head to the side, the male attempted to crack his neck. Dipping his shoulders backwards in his leather tunic, stretching out the muscles as if he was preparing for a fight. His primal senses told him to get ready for something was about to happen... something bad. Placing his hand on his neck, the male had one of two visible tattoos. A simple tribal band going from his left side of his neck, curving around the back part of his neck, covering his spine before dipping down to stop at his right shoulder. The dark color of the tattoo clear worn in. His other was underneath his tunic, on his chest. The drawing had started over his heart, it was just a random scribble to everyone else. To him, it was the suffering he had been through.. slowly escalating into the painful suffering his sister dealt with now. The end of the scribble stopped at the left side of his ribcage. The color of his tattoo over his heart faded, the recent additions to the art were easily recognized.The shouted question back jerked the male back to reality, sulking was meant for later. Was this the 'Witch of the Wild'? A voice who dare not show them self to a simple warrior? Bah, hardly worth the trouble it seems. "I am in need of help, for... my younger sister is sick. Word around Lothering and amongst merchant travelers is there are apostates capable of curing any illness." The male shouted back, "If this is possible, I am asking you to come with and help. If not, then I've wasted my time in seeking anyone out." Hearing the chattering of chainmail approach from behind him. Quickly, Rage pulled the sword off his back. "Hey! Crazy! There is no one but ghosts in the woods! Get out!" A templar shouted, replying to the male's urgent calls for help. Two Templars... hm. "He is just stupid, looking for an apostate to help him. How about this sonny?" The other, clearly the superior of the two, "You help us find this apostate that lives in here, we'll send the best healers from the chantry to help your precious little sister." The old male let out a laugh. Rage's anger built quickly, did they believe he was stupid? "You get the hell away from me. For your stupid ass Chantry and your 'oh so' believable Maker, my sister still lays in the bed, ill." The male shot back. Both templars looking at one another, "You got some ner ..." The younger Templar spoke, stopping in mid sentence. "AHhhhh!" He shouted, clutching at the now stub of a hand that he had, Rage sidestepped twice. Hitting the elder Templar with the blunt side of his sword. Bringing his foot up to kick the chainmail.He was quicker then the two logs in the armor, "Such a shame, I expected a fight out of you two." Rage spoke, a devilish smirk appearing across his face. Rage enjoyed the pain the younger Templar suffered from with the missing hand of his, taking three steps toward the Templar who knelt on the ground, riveting in pain. The grunts and screams of the male sent shivers up the spine of the male, sick and twisted as it was. Rage had suffered enough to feel good in causing others pain. Tapping the Templar on the back of his helmet, "Hey, don't die on me just yet. I still have something in store for you." The male spoke, enjoying this. Turning his head to see if the elder one was getting up, he was still struggling to get up. Running his hand along side the helm of the kneeling Templar, the male ran his middle finger up the eye hole of the helm. Digging his middle finger into the eye of the Templar, blood trickling down the finger, dripping off at his wrist. "AHhhh! Ge S stop!" The Templar screamed, "Fine, if you wish for me to stop.. I'll end your misery." Rage replied, pushing his head to the left, the male pulled his head to the right with force. Hearing the neck of the male begin to crack, turning his head to face behind him. Letting the limp body fall to the ground. "Ahahaha!" Rage laughed, his devilish laugh echoing through the wilderness.Turning to face the elder Templar, Rage used the limped over body to sit down as he waited for the elder to get up. "I hope this was your son, it would be so much more satisfying to know that I killed your son before I killed you." His smirk quickly returning to his face, "You son of a bitch! I'm going to make sure you are hanged from the highest tree!" Ah, the anger from this man only fueled the intensity of Rage, so exciting! Hopping backward over the dead Templar.Clink. Clink.The angered swing of the one handed sword bouncing off the armor of the dead body. Heaving the greatsword over his head, the male swung down. Hitting nothing but ground, the large metal shield hitting his dead on in the side of his face. Staggering back two steps, the male shook the birdies now flying around in his head, away. Blinking twice, Rage sidestepped the following shield slam. Swinging the heavy sword at the Templar's legs, the male was getting tired. Lugging the heavy sword around in this wild fashion would only fatigue him faster.Clink.His swing struck true. The blunt side of his sword hitting the side of the knee, pushing it out of socket. "Argh!" The Templar yelled, his hand immediately going to his left knee. Bringing his sword up, Rage slammed it into the shoulder of the Templar. Piercing through the weak metal, stabbing straight into the ground.Letting out a deep exhale, Rage moved over the Templar. Crouching down, the male removed the helm from his downed opponent. "That shot to the face, it was a good one. Too bad you weren't able to follow up with it." A small shrug followed after his statement, the weary face of the his opponent. Roughly as old as his now deceased father, "Look at it this way, you lived a long, healthy live.. following the Chantry." Smirking softly, "If you see the Maker.. let him know I say hello." His devilish grin only increasing as he moved his hands to the male's jaw. Quickly turning it right, back left the same way. Snapping the neck of the Templar.Taking in a deep breath, the male removed his weapon from the shoulder armor. "Come now! You supposed Witch!" He shouted, "I am fatigued and in no shape to fight back. Please, come on out!" Rage shouted, he would provoke her or she'd come willingly. The male preferred either one of them. |
Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix | The entire spectacle was observed by the nameless mage. She felt absolutely no reason or impulse to intervene during the warrior's battle. Even if he were overwhelmed by the two templars, she possibly would have rested within the dark shadow's cast by the oak trees, silent and unresponsive. Throughout the scrum she found herself logging every precise movement and mannerism the warrior exhibited the cracking of the neck, eyes white with rage, merciless, sadistic mannerisms all of it. It was a habit she developed over the years while being locked away within the Circle Tower of Rivain and had even allowed her to escape her captors. She found it extremely difficult to fathom that even now, templars from Dairsmuid sought after her head. But she heard word from allies in Nivarra that her power was something that could not be destroyed, so they had planned on retaining her gifts and personally escorting her back to the Rivain Circle Tower. When the battle had ended, the mage emerged from the copse of bushes and trees. She was left in a state of pure disgust by the mess left before her. Blood stained the dewy blades of marsh grass and tainted the already murky bayou water. She was respectful to the dead and avoided their battered corpse. She could not summon words at that precise moment. Her eyes which were a generally light hue compared to the bronzed texture of her sandy colored flesh were white, almost, with only the presence of her pupils gracing them. She examined the corpses from afar, combing through armor and apparel. The templars had no spoils she could claim. Well, nothing she could put to use. No flasks, elfroot, deathroot or poultices of any kind. Hell, they didn't even carry forms of food of drink. While the mage was known to travel sober, from time to time she felt the need to drown her monotony in a flagon of fine wine. After visiting Orlais and and sampling their fine, fruity wines, she never planned on putting her lips to stale Orzimmar ale again. "Perhaps I am not the only monster here," she whispered to herself, though the wind caught her breath and carried it far. Her tone was unworldly, something that was not often heard in Fereldan. Her voice was soft but strong and established. It held authority in it and the power to howl like no wolf could. It was also degrading, and capable of making even the most agnostic of men feel pity for his sins and vices. Though she was not in the chiding mood, she felt the need to make the warrior's faults apparent. "You entered this battle knowing you could easily overwhelm these men," she began, crouching aside one of the sundered corpses. She took note of the nicks and dents in the freshly crafted armor, all inflicted by the warriors broad bastard sword. Her long, shaggy lion's mane spilled over her shoulders, revealing tattoos which she had called runes trailing up and down the back of her neck and along her collarbone. "But you felt a need to sate your rage ... and murdered these men, simpletons if any. I don't think they deserved such a fate." Suddenly, the bushes began rattling. A creature emerged, a digitgrade, and flexed his flaxen muscles. "Mage! I smelled the stale scent of metal on the wind. I came searching for you, I feared the templars may have subdued you!" The werewolf caught view of the warrior and felt threatened. He bared his teeth and reared his claws, growling and grunting like the feral, cursed beast he was. "This ... this cur! He dare approach you as such! Brazen fool! I will rip the sinew from your very bone! How dare to threaten this mage! Her heart is purer then any gold, and you ... you come here to kill her!" As he lunged forward, the nameless mage intervened. With raw strength alone she subdued the lycan, wringing him down to the marshland ground. "Lady Mage! You would protect this monster?" He whimpered. "Sazheir. Like Swiftrunner, you're too quick to judge. Be more cognizant of your surroundings and evaluate. You would find yourself much less vehement." The beast slowly climbed to his feet and bowed his head to the mage in shame. "You are right, mage. I will do as you ask you have wisdom past your years. I will return to care for my brother ... lest this warrior causes a problem, then I will valiantly fight at your side." He grunted, and as quickly as he had come, he left, leaving the mage to deal with her visitor. "You've chased a far fetched rumor down here to the Wilds ... on what pretenses, I don't care. What do you want? For savagely murdering these men it had better be worth while, lest I feed your sullen corpse to the hungry mouths of the marsh." |
Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix | Rage staggered back when the ... creature, came from the shadows. Baring its claws to attack the male, in defense of this woman mage. Before the male could even pick his sword up to defend himself, the female had whipped the creature over her shoulder, throwing it to the ground. Rage had only heard more rumors and murmurs about the creature who stood on two legs like a human, spoke the language of Fereldan yet covered from head to toe in mangy, dingy fur. Quickly as soon as the creature came from the shadows, it returned. Exhaling slowly in relief when the thing returned to the shadows, even in his weakened, fatigued state, Rage firmly believed he would be able to take on any and all things that occupy Fereldan. From dragons to Darkspawn, the male would fight to save his sister. For, if he died, she'd follow shortly after.Listening to the mage intently, it was odd to hear an apostate speak about Templars if they would actually help the mage rather then rough them up then take her back to the Circle Tower. Placing his hand on the pouch tied to his belt, quickly fiddling with the string. Rage heaved the pouch filled with sovereigns to the mage's feet, "Like I said previously, my little sister is ill. Given that there is no Maker who is willing to help, I'm looking for anyone ... someone to cure her." Clearing his throat softly, "Given that I have no magics nor insight on how different mages are apart from one another, I felt finding an apostate who was deemed 'Witch of the Wilds' would be more then adequate in the terms of helping my sister." Heaving the greatsword over his head, feeling the heavy weight of his weapon hit against his back. Quickly strapping the hilt to his tunic, fixing the strap on his hip, holding the blade to his body. Taking a look at the Templars one more time, "Maybe I am mistaken, but.. these are Templars, no?" The male cooed softly, turning to the slumped over Templar. Placing his foot on its side, kicking the dead body onto its back."To me, I believe they are... they look exactly like the ones in Lothering. All cluttered by the Chantry building and what not." Shrugging his shoulders softly, "So, these mere simpletons would've caused you trouble at some time or another." Turning his attention back to the female mage, "Looks like I did you a favor, something that you would've had to deal with yourself or one of the ... creatures of the marsh." Grunting slightly, the male ran his fingers along his jawline. Opening his mouth, moving his bottom jaw to the left before rotating it to the right. Attempting to stretch out the muscle, it was a good shot. Definitely should've knocked sense into anyone else, not a male who is dead set on either helping, or avenging, his sister. This was nothing compared to what he'd do if she is to die, his poor little village would be his first of many.Taking a step toward the mage, the male quickly halted. Eyes shifting to the right, shadows moved when he attempted to take a step toward her. Eerie, if not intriguing. Everything that inhabits the marsh is willing to give their life to the mage, for what purpose? That would be discussed at a later date, yet the male knew if he took even the slightest wrong step toward the girl, more then a hundred of the wilderness creatures would be down upon him. Feasting off the flesh of his bones after they dragged his corpse into the shadows.Letting out a small huff of air, the male looked over his right shoulder. The shadows seemed to be growing uneasy with his presence near the mage, something that interested him a lot. "Well, mage." Rage spoke, pausing as he turned his attention to the female. "Are you interested in potentially saving my younger sister's life or are you still going to feed my sullen corpse to the marsh?" Clenching his hands in anticipation. "For if it is the latter ... I will assure you even in my fatigued state, I will not go down easily." His eye lid narrowing, if this is what she wished, he'd lunge at her. Making his best attempt to wound her, he'd be dead either way. Whether he waits for her minions to jump from the shadows and maul him, he'd get torn apart by the mage's magics. His best opportunity of doing any damage would be to strike directly at the head of this marsh's beast ... her. |
Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix | "What you've done is caused me more grief." The woman pressed her full lips in a hard line while she gave the lifeless corpses one last once over, then peered warily back towards her religious visitor. As she had seen it, the two templars would have eventually found her hovel. By that time Sazheir and his brother would have fled to the cover of the Wilds leaving no trace of their presence. The templars, unearthing no evidence, would return to Lothering empty handed and deem the Wilds apostate free. Of course the laggard fools would say that they thoroughly combed through the entire forest area. Their superiors would believe the fib and continue searching elsewhere, leaving the mage to rest without the haunting thought of templars wringing her neck. But now that the templars were dead, the Lothering chantry would disperse a massive search party since they wouldn't be returning. This would undoubtedly result in her being discovered. The woman decided it was in her best interest not to waste her breath explaining her cause to the warrior. "Please spare me your tough man talk, lest my heart leap from my chest in the horror of it all." After her sarcastic rebuttal, she reached to the back of her head, then, slipped a mask over her beautiful face. It was made from obsidian or, as her people knew it, black pearls. It was a refined piece of architecture, virtually brand new. During her trip to the colorful streets of Nivarra she had the mask commissioned by a skilled artisan. It had been customized to fit each of her facial features, from her lips to her pert cheekbones. To allow her unhindered vision the eye portion was cut out, only to reveal the suddenly milky white texture of her demonic opticals. "So your sister ... she's ill. When did this illness appear? What are the symptoms? Is she bed ridden, simply groggy or completely immobile?" As she began posing questions, she knelt down and collected the satchel of sovereigns the warrior had offered as compensation. While she trekked forward, she thrust the satchel into his chest, proclaiming, "I will accept no compensation until this problem is solved." Just as she passed a particularly lush tree, she plucked a fig from the branches and slipped her mask up only a fraction so she could feast on its somewhat questionable contents. "Eat something while you're here. We won't be reaching any weystations for a while." At times like this I wish I would have stolen a fucking horse. |
Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix | Feeling the pouch being shoved into his chest, the mage's statement following. Rage had a small problem with that he wanted it solved with payment not until after. "If you are giving it back for compensation after the problem is fixed, then, I will warn you ... if you fail, there won't be anything out of this pouch for you." Obviously, the male left out the part that there'd be hell to pay but'most likely'wouldn't take it out on the mage. "I do urge you to keep in mind, if you do not help my little sister ... steer clear from my path. That village will be torn from the ground up then I'll be headed to Lothering. I will burn the Chantry down myself, even if that means giving my life to do so." The male spoke, tying the pouch firmly back to his waist. Pick pockets were everywhere, he was lucky to not get it stolen in Lothering. Turning quickly, the male walked up beside the mage, her pace was quick. Good. The faster they got there, the faster they got this crap over with.Five days, ten hours, sixteen minutes....The male recalled the smell of smoke, wood burning, a day or so ago. It wouldn't be until he arrived that he'd found out exactly why he smelt what he did."Here we are, ma " Rage spoke from behind the mage, eyes widening in disbelief. Loss of words clear. His village, most of the huts burnt to the ground. "Cloud!" The male shouted, breaking the small silence over him, pushing past the mage abruptly. Rage sprinted down the pathway leading into the small village, his goal wasn't to lead the mage to his sister. It was now to make sure she was still tucked away in her bed, safe and sound from all the disaster that took place upon his village. "Cloud!" The male continued to shout, his efforts futile. Even if she was still in her bed, she couldn't shout back to him ... she couldn't even call back.Bodies of elder women laid where they had been slain, rotting underneath the rays of the sun. The raid on his village was days old by now. "Cloud!" The male yelled once more, approaching the small hut that housed his younger sister. Sliding to a halt as he entered the hut, nearly clipping the top of the doorway with his head. Dust flying up around him. Slamming his hand onto the bed where his sister laid, empty. "Damnit!" Rage spoke, slamming his hand down against the bed once more. "If I would've been sooner." A sigh passed through the lips of the male, clutching onto the side of the bed. "AH!" Quickly flipping the bed over onto its side, the hay mattress slumping down onto the floor.Creek. Creek. Creek.Rage whipped toward the sound, the tip of his greatsword slicing through the top of the roof as it came crashing down, breaking the wooden dresser. "Ah! Wait! Wait!" A voice called out from the corner, just a bit to the right of where the tip of his sword landed. "I d don't mean any harm! I thought this place was deserted!" Out from the shadows came a elf, a male elf. Thief. Rogue. Whatever. "Obviously, it isn't." Rage growled back, grabbing the male by the collar of his shirt. "Where is Cloud!" He yelled, "Look, m man! I don't know what are talking about!" He pleaded, violently shoving the male back. Watching him bump into the side of the hut, Rage brought his foot up. Thrusting it forward, kicking the male with his bottom foot, square in the chest. Watching him fly through the siding, sliding a few feet after he landed against the ground.Rage stepped through the newly added door in the hut, bringing his greatsword up over his head once more. "If you don't know what happened here, you are of no use to me." Bringing his sword down a few moments after he spoke. |
Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix | Halfway through their journey the mage took note of the odd cluster of smog hovering low on the horizon. Dust and smoke filled her nostrils and plagued her with the occasional sneeze here and there. Initially she thought it may have been a grand battle that had commenced somewhere in central Fereldan, but as their trek further continued, the irritating aroma had centered around a cluster of land ahead of them. She fought with herself, wondering as whether to mention it to the warrior. She came to the conclusion it wasn't important that they would probably pass a ravaged caravan on the way to his village. She didn't realize how wrong she was until they arrived. Her eyes welled with tears at the smoke that wafted in her face. She wheezed and fanned the gas away in hopes she could clear her view, only to be welcomed by the image of a razed village. She removed her mask, slipping it behind her head to rest in her hood. She leered left and right, drinking in the savage destruction that surrounded her. Broken remnants of buildings lay littered left and right, bodies dressing the ground like ceremonial decorations. The mage never had seen such a scene of pure malice. Often she was subjected to the occasional squabble here and there but nothing like this. As Rage fled, crying aloud for his sibling, the mage rested and gauged the damage. As much as it pained her, they were low on supplies. Anything that was left she would have to scavenge for. She heaved a sigh and gingerly padded over to one of the broken buildings. From there she noted nothing of significance nothing that could be used. The darkspawn undoubtedly coordinated this attack. Anything that may have been useful was either stolen by them, or retrieve by scavengers. By the look of the corpses this village was destroyed days ago. Suddenly, as if from seemingly no where, a body landed at her feet. She crossed her arms over her chest and directed her gaze downward where a battered elven man lay immobile. The moment he opened his eyes they went wise with pure terror. "D D Deacon!!!!" he cowered. The mage cursed silently under her breath. "How do you know my name?" she questioned, but before she could be answered, the warrior returned with pure murder plastered over his enraged visage. Immediately Deacon, the mage, summoned forth a shield forged from arcane forces to protect the elf from any physical harm that were to befall him. "Harm him and you've probably destroyed any lead to finding your sister. Stop thinking with your anger." She dispersed the shield and once again watched their prisoner with intrigued eyes. "That being said ... do you know what happened here? Lest my shield mysteriously happens to fail and my friend here drives you through with his blade." |
Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix | Quickly twisting the hilt, the male turned the sword longways. Shoving it straight down into the ground, Rage let go of the hilt. Thinking with anger was the only way he could make sense of anything, given that they hadn't exchanged formalities, she would understand simply by his name that that was all he did ... was all he was capable of doing. Rage. Empty sense of everything needs to die, then everything will be fine again. Though, in this case, she is correct. Maybe somehow this looter knew what happened. "Fine, Deacon ... we'll play by your rules, this time." The male spoke, angered. It was just easier to go off in a blind rage and kill something then track whatever beast or whatever, down later. "You heard the lady ... speak.""U uh ... I came t through a few days ago. Da darkspawn had already wiped everythi " "Darkspawn!?" Rage asked, interrupting. "Which way did they go!" The male beckoned, "I d don't know! I stayed hidden ... well long enough for them to just pass by! Please that is all I know!" Rage placed his hand on his hilt, he didn't believe the elf but he didn't disbelieve the elf. He knew he couldn't trust either of them Deacon or her new found friend. "Okay, okay! They went West! They went West! Please, don't hurt me!" The male's gaze became a glare, a death glare at that. He was just lying to the male. Removing his sword from the ground, the male watched as the Elf fidgeted as he swung his sword around, hitting against his back before strapping the weapon down. An audible sigh of relief could be heard from the Elf, "Am .. am I free to go?" Rage turned his glare to the West ... staring off into the wilderness for a few moments."No." Rage answered, moving to the side of the elf. Grabbing his shirt by the shoulder, dragging him up to his feet. "You will show me where they went ... if they have my sister then every one who was there will be a walking carcass." Rage spoke to the elf, shoving him to walk forward, his grip still on the back of his shirt. Stopping after a few steps, "Are you coming? I'm not paying you one hundred sovereigns for you to stop at this part of the journey. You hadn't done what we agreed to." Formalilites between the three would be said later, Rage was days behind as is. The faster they got moving, the better. Though, it would be utterly useless ... they needed to go to the Deep Roads in Orzammar to even get close to Darkspawn. "Oh! Hundred Sovereigns! Count me in!" The Elf exclaimed, winced as he feel to one knee. The grip being applied to the male from Rage would pierce flesh soon.The only thought on his mind was finding his sister. Those bastard darkspawn were at least two days ahead of them. "Do I get any reward if we find your sister?" The elf asked, Rage gritting his teeth. "No, shut up and start walking. If she decides to come, she'll catch up." The male replied, "The name's Zander and looting stuff is my game!" The elf spoke, a laugh passing his parted lips ... like what he said was funny. "I don't care." |
Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix | Throughout the entire endeavor the mage, Deacon, was left to thoroughly examine the situation. An avaricious rogue, skilled at plundering, picking locks and thievery in general. Alarms went off in her head as she noted how easily he was bribed with the mere mention of material spoils. If he was cajoled by money, what if a bigger offer came a long sometime in the future? That would certainly prove to be troublesome but Deacon knew better not to worry herself with such trivial matters. Rather she trudged up behind the warrior who was still nameless to her watching the heels of the antsy rogue with her tart, vulpine eyes. "West, as in Orzammar?" Every time the word Orzimmar was mentioned, only one subject came to mind: politics. Deacon despised politics. They were difficult to follow and virtually unmanageable on her part. That wasn't to say she wasn't a political guru. Matters of the heart and mind always took top priority over which king got to take the throne for her. In a nutshell, she was the complete opposite to other humans, elves and even dwarves dwelling in Thedas. "I don't understand. Darkspawn come from Orzammar. Why would they be returning there?" The rogue chortled. "Think about it, Deacon!" She despised how he used her name so freely when she had never seen his face once in her life. "It's always been known that some darkspawn take slaves down into the Deeproads. The armada that came by the warrior's village were probably done pillaging and overflowin' with spoils, so they're probably goin' back home. Yup ... deep underground ... where it wreaks of sulfur, rotting darkspawn flesh and brimstone. Sounds like my idea of home, that's fersure." While the elf was optimistic about the dark situation, Deacon nor Rage were, even though Rage seemed to have more to lose then any of them. As the elf hobbled merrily along, Deacon broke the silence. She lunged forward, took the tiny elven man by the crown of his tunic and slammed his shaken corpse against the trunk of a nearby oak tree. "W wh what's your problem!" he choked, "I thought we were done with this violence! I thought ... t thought you were the sane one!" Zander was frightened beyond compare. The sheer shadow of terror that ghosted over his dainty visage was unsettling enough. Such an elegant, flawless creature being demeaned. Quite obviously Deacon thought otherwise. She extended her index finger which began to hum with a low, dull light, but gradually grew brighter and brighter until it was electric blue. "Earlier I asked you a question, Zander." The calmness in her voice made his stomach churn like a wild hurricane. "How do you know my name?" Zander swallowed the knot in his throat and heaved a soundless sigh, shifty eyes darting left and right then to Rage for help, though clearly he wasn't to recieve any. "I ... I heard another mage mention your name before in Val Royeaux. "The Amazon with the mask carved from obsidian and beryl eyes bitter as stone." That's what I heard! As soon as I remember what he said and seen you ... I knew you were him! So lemme go!" Rather then be 'kind' like Rage, Deacon effortlessly tossed the elf's shaken body to the ground. The thud was sickening, but he recovered almost instantaneously. "Fuck, you two are the most violent pair I've ever seen!" |
Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix | Twelve days, whoever knows how many hours and seconds later...The trip to Orzammar wasn't the best ... nor the most productive. In the early beginning of the trip, the newly found companion to the warrior and the mage managed to get himself into trouble. It quickly grew to become troublesome for the pair. Zander managed to find a female in the middle of no where, seduce her into fornication. Well, turned out that female was a Blacksmith's with seventeen years of combat training under his belt daughter who was in waiting for their landlord's son to become of age so they could give her up to him in hopes of getting a small levy on their taxes. Yes, that plan went south ... quickly. Turned out that that the sovereigns for the Mage to help his sister out werejustenough for the Blacksmith to not decapitate the elven male. Rage said he'd settle to give him fifty sovereigns and would allow the Blacksmith to dismember ... his member. Alas, that didn't settle well with the Elf, even though it would've been a funny story for the male to tell people after he found his sister.His sister ... that haunted him the whole trip. The hellish nightmares he endured the nights he tried sleeping, easily frightened the creatures around him. Only person that was able to sleep through his frantic screaming was the mage, surprisingly. Though, it seemed that she was full of surprises. Out of the two of them, the male figured he'd need to slow his pace down for the girl. Looks can be deceiving. Turned out that the oh so quick, agile thief was the one to constantly bitch, moan and complain as the trekked their way to Orzammar. As if he didn't cause them enough trouble, the elf managed to whine about every little thing ... like the small little spider bite he received. He could've swore he was going to die, even made a dramatic scene over it. The mage stepped in between Rage before he could kill him.Oh, and lets not forget about the few Darkspawn they encountered. Zander cowered in fear until it was two versus one. Then he'd sneak up behind the poor little darkspawn and stab him in the back, proclaiming himself the best rogue there ever was. Rage could only stare blankly at him, the mage simply ignored the male.Loud huffs and weezes could be heard from the Elf, "G guys ... we ... we need to." The male paused, gasping for breath. Rage pushed him for all the trouble got them in, simply because now the male was completely out of the sovereigns he planned to pay the mage. Who, if she wanted, could've let him to be stuck with the Elf who managed to fit himself into their group of two. "Take a .. fucking break. I am beat." The elf spoke, Rage wasn't even winded but they were already at Orzammar, so, he could take as long of a break as he needed. "You can stay here, you pansy ..." The male muttered to himself, "W what was that, Rage?" The elf cooed back, yes, the male told him his name only to shut him up. That plan back fired, a lot. "Rest. We are here." Rage replied, turning his head to look over to the elf who was leaned over, hands on his knees, sucking in air as if he was held under the water for a mere minute. "How in the ... world can you keep going?" Zander questioned to himself, "Because I am not a prissy little elf." Rage replied as he headed toward the door."Ouch. That one ... hurt."In reality, Rage's sister gave him all the strength he needed to keep going. Her life depended on Rage finding her ... if she wasn't already dead by now. "Don't think that, Rage. She is ... alive." A deep sigh passed through the lips of the male, he didn't know ... he didn't want to know what happened to her. She was already deathly sick, being taken only made it worse. Chances of her survival were slim, even if he did find her. Shaking his head lightly, Rage attempted to fight back any dark thoughts about his sister. So! Where is the best place to do something like that in Orzammar!? Obviously, the tavern!Taking a seat at the booth, the male let out a small relaxed sigh. "What are 'ye havin'?" A dwarven barmaid asked after approaching the side of the booth. "Just give me a pint of ale." "Aye." The female spoke turning her back to the male, "I think she had a beard longer then that guy ..." Rage spoke to himself as his attention turned to the dwarf staring him down in the corner. Bringing up his hand, the male turned it to face palm out. Turning his palm back to face him, clenching then unclenching his fist. Smirking softly, Rage clenched his fist one more time. Raising up his middle finger, "Here 'ye go." A voice spoke, the male quickly stretching out his fingers like he had a small cramp in his hand. The dwarf in the corner grunting in disgust. Pulling the ale over to infront of him, the female long gone from his booth."I don't imagine not making enemies before I am gone." Smirking softly, it was a pleasing thought. Taking a swig from his mug, the male placed his mug back down on the table. |
Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix | Here in Orzimmar, Deacon's face was not known well as if it all. She was just another visitor a passerby who would come and go as many others had before her. Earlier on in their travels Deacon displayed her disfavor concerning Ozimmar and its politics, but that wasn't the only reason why she wasn't so fond of the underground city. The mage was ever so slightly claustrophobic, not enough to manifest into a genuine issue, but it was enough to cause her mild discomfort. The moment the group set foot through the dwarven city's grand doors she felt the heat waft against her bronze complexion and heighten her body temperature. No view of the sky, no sun, no moon, no stars ... just a clear view of cooking red clay that consumed the surface nearly one hundred meters above them. During their stay Deacon knew this would have to be a inequity she would need to overcome, especially if she were to venture into the Deep Roads with her caravan. Even then she began to think ... what if the darkspawn hadn't returned to Deep Roads? What if they had been somewhere else by now? Perhaps murdered? If they were, maybe some perverse warriors would have taken the girl? As horrifying as these thoughts were they, too, plagued Deacon. While she did not have a strong connection with Rage or her younger sister, she felt this was a mission she needed to see through. Amongst all of the calamity in Ferelden the war, the genocide, the slavery and poverty if a pair of siblings could be reunited only to die together, she would have felt that her existence meant something. While Rage and Zander seemed to have been enjoying their down time, the philosophical mage had launched herself deep in thought. Her mind was ailing, crying out for rest, but she was too selfish to allow it any. Left sore, with wounds and an empty stomach, she still could do nothing but think. Subjects of Rage's sister, the werewolves, dwarven politics, her home, the mercenaries sent to kill her, everything ... they plagued her. The music and merry cries resounding throughout the tavern were garbled to her. It took a sheer cry from Zander to snap her out of her thinking. He had slammed down a mug of ale right before Deacon, exclaiming, "Drink up, girl!" Deacon seen that there was no reason to celebrate. Their venture was not over, and a little girl was sick and dying. "You're thinking about the little girl, aren't you?" Zander's voice grew significantly smaller. He watch Deacon with rather sympathetic eyes. Over their journey, they all had grown quite close, and Zander particularly fond of Deacon. "It's been days ... if she's still alive, Deacon, she knows her brother is coming for her. The best thing we can do is recuperate to be at our best which means bathing, eating and resting so we can venture on and save her." Deacon was quiet, but, she realized Zander made sense. She raised her head and silently nodded, her light, coal colored waves bounced with her movements. This had inspired her, and given her quite a brilliant idea that she cursed herself for not realizing earlier. She decided she would mention it to Rage later, but for now, she would do as Zander had suggested. "Well, now, since I've cheered you up, can I ask you a favor?" Deacon was taken aback, but decided to play along. "That certainly depends. But do ask." She lifted her mug and took a sip of her ale it was bitter, tart, but quite frothy and cold. It wasn't the most refined hops she had ever tasted but it was just what she needed to knock her on her ass and sleep like the dead that night. "Will you ... share a bed with me tonight? I promise ... I can keep you nice and warm. It'll be a night you won't remember, doll." Deacon pressed her lips in a hard line, parted her them and said, "... you're a little too small for me." |
Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix | Rage's eyebrow cocked in frustration at the elf. His blatant ignorance for the fact that the male was sitting there was appalling. "I'm right here, you little mother fu..." His statement being spoke into his mug as he quickly chugged the rest of it down. It was all he could do without wanting to reach over the table and slam the Elf's face into the table. Quickly, the male got the Barmaid's attention, watching her fill another mug and bring it over. Rage grabbed it haste fully, making sure none of them though they weren't even close to being done with their first mugs had grabbed at it. He knew he'd need a lot to get through the night, for a few reasons. To fight off the thoughts of his sister being drug into the Deep Roads by darkspawn and the elf's blatant disrespect.'I know I am going to end up hurting him ... I just know it.'Rage through to himself as the Elf proceeded to ask the girl for a favor. Bringing his mug up to his lips, parting to let the concoction flow into his mouth.'Will you ... share a bed with me tonight?'Rage quickly brought his drink down, the mixture of alcohol in his mouth spewing from his lips. A mixture of a laugh and a cough following, luckily, Zander wasn't in front of him. He'd be covered in alcohol mixed with saliva. Hearing the female's response only inspired Rage to laugh harder, "Ah ha ha ha ha!" Rage exclaimed, pounding his hand against the table. All the patrons quickly turning their head to see what was so damn funny. Though, they paid no mind after realizing it was two humans and a elf. Zander had muttered a few words before sulking down into his seat. Rage wiped a small tear from his eye before bringing his mug up to his lips. Finishing off the glass, waving down the barmaid."Rage, I think you should slow down.""Nah, I'll be fine." Twenty minutes later..."Guyss...." Rage muttered, drunkenly. "Do's yous shee that dwarf .. ha ha.. dwaaa oorrffff .. ah ha ha ha ..." Rage paused to fight back a small laughing fit. "dat dwarf in the back thing over thur ... ?" He asked, pointing his finger wobbly at the empty corner. "Dey hab been eye bawling me all night ... 'Ey!" He yelled, "If you gots sumthin' to say .. say it den!" He yelled, picking up his mug to whip it at the empty corner.Zander's eyes looked side to side, turning his head back to make sure he was seeing the empty corner. "Rage, there isn't anything back there ... " The elf whispered slowly to the drunken male."AH! A talkin' twee! Keel it!" Rage yelled, reaching over to swing at nothing beside Zander."Yep, I believe he is past drunken ... now, its just a stupor." The elf groaned, taking a small sip of his drink. His eyes rolling slowly. "He is in no way amusing ... I'm sorry you have to see this, Deacon. So pathetic.""Dun you say dat a boot me mum! I will pay 'ye paid!" Rage shouted, his sentences full of slurs and stutters. Reaching over quickly, the male fell face first into the table. A small snore quickly beginning to be heard from the male. Drinking as much as he did on an empty stomach, surely bound for him to pass out after twenty dwarven ales. Muttering that the dwarf in the background was challenging him to out drink him, being the reason he had drank so much. |
Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix | Surely it wasn't the wisest idea to be chugging down mug after mug of ale on an empty stomach. The only rations the group had left to call their own were dried plums from the Wilds and a few slivers of strained cow tendon. Aside from the virtual tastelessness of their food, they held virtually no nutritional value after sitting around in their rucksacks for days. Low on cash, low on food but high in spirits, they realized their journey might just be coming to an end sometime soon. While Zander found Rage's musings quite embarrassing, Deacon found them to be the exact opposite. Usually a man's drunken antics didn't amuse her but something about Rage's little scene was enough to send her into a pure giggle fit, mind you, all she did was sit in her chair and feebly grin. "I find him rather entertaining." The softness and raw nonchalance in Deacon's voice sent Zander spiraling into a state of bliss. He swallowed the grand knot lodged in his throat and began to nod rather choppily. "I completely agree! He's absolutely hilarious! A comedic genius! Whoever would find this spectacle disheveling is a fool." The moment Rage's head hit the table, both Zander and Deacon jerked their heads in his direction. They were startled by the quite sicking thud, but bemused by the hilarity of the situation. There was Rage, passed out in tiny puddle of spilled ale. "Rage?" Deacon questioned silently. She placed her hand on the hind of his neck his skin was slightly clammy and laden with a thin layer of sweat. Typical symptoms that had arisen after being in Orzimmar ... and traveling for nearly two straight weeks with no bath. "That's great. He's passed out ... how the hell are we gonna get him to an inn?" Zander question. Deacon did not reply, which irked the elf, but every moment she blinked, he felt his sanity slowly seeping away he was entranced by her thick eyelashes that were, to him, dancing. "I... uh," he persisted, "We may have to carry him. There's an inn in the diamond quarter. It's a little expensive but I think it may be best that we sleep well tonight. That ... and I've managed to pick pocket 20 sovereign off of some unsuspecting nobles on the way here." |
Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix | The short and stout barkeep walked over to the booth which contained Zander, the mage and the passed out warrior. " 'Ey." The dwarf spoke through missing front teeth, " 'E ought to be payin' fer dat there mug 'e threw against the wall 'fore 'e be leavin' 'ere." Zander quinced at the dwarven male's inability to pronounce the h on he. "He." Zander cooed in irritation, "will pay for that mug. I promise." Zander spoke, nodding his head. "Unless you feel like taking him out back to beat him rather then making him pay. If so, be our guest. He is a lousy host anyways." Zander spoke, giving the dwarf a sly smile. "I'll be back in twenty minutes. If dat dere mug isn't fixed or there ain't ten sovereigns on this table .. 'ye all be in trouble."Ten minutes pass with Rage still passed out on the table. Words hadn't been exchanged since the dwarven male left. A sigh passed through the lips of the elven male, "Well, this is a predicament. I only had twenty sovereigns from the nobles. And it takes ten to pay for a single bedroom in Orzammar." Zander spoke, his eyes focusing on the female. "Heh heh heh." The elf murmured to himself, "Guess since we have to pay for Rage's ... rage. We'll have to share a bed, doll." Giving the mage a small wink.Rage stirred slowly, tilting his head to the right. His neck cracking in the process, "No .. " Rage spoke with a small yawn, "You will sleep somewhere in the slums." The male spoke as he pushed himself up right, another yawn passing through his lips. "Along with that, you'll give me that twenty sovereign you got. Which will knock twenty off what you owed me for your little .. happy time with that blacksmith's daughter .. and the mage nad I will sleep in a room tonight. Far from you." Turning his head to the female, "Sounds fair to me, don't you think?" The male asked rhetorically."B but ...""No buts about it, Zander. This deal is final.""This is unfair! Why doyouget to sleep with the ebony goddess!?"Rage shook his head in a slightly depressed manor, the elf simply didn't get it. "There is a difference between sleeping in the same bed as then sleeping with, Zander ... now, go to the slum before I remove your fingers from your hands." The male spoke as he stepped up the stairs, "Still unfair!" Zander shouted."Yeah, yeah." Rage replied softly as he pushed the key into the door's key hole. Twisting it to unlock it, the male pushed the door open. Pretty standard room bed, pillows, blanket, table and a chair. Shrugging softly, the male walked to the chair, plopping down. He only called the room to spare the girl from Zander's constant perverted nature. Twisting in the chair, the male plopped his legs over the arm, a small sigh escaping his lips before a yawn. "Though, as much as I hope he'll be gone ... he'll be outside the door in the morning. So, watch your step." The male spoke to Deacon as he closed his eyes, "And as you can tell .. you get the bed to yourself." |
Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix | "Ebony? Zander, I'm only a few shades darker then you," she retorted silently. Ever since they found that starstruck elven rogue at Rage's village, he displayed his lack of color seeing ability. When Rage and Deacon seen a hue of blue, he had seen 'sea green'. When they seen yellow, he seen goldenrod. It wasn't very surprising that he had mistaken her sand toned flesh for that of a Qunari. While she found it a little unjust to make him sleep in the slums with the branded commoners and beggars, but she was in no position to protest. While the elf scampered off, Deacon had need to comment on the hilarity of their situation. "You do realize he'll probably seduce some poor, unsuspecting dwarven girl and spend the night in her bed, right? Suddenly I'm beginning to envision the blacksmith situation all over again." She bowed her head and caressed her temples with her index finger and thumb, sighing, then glancing back once more in the direction where Zander fled off in. Shortly thereafter, the pair arrived at the inn. It was a neat little operation, spick and spand. While Deacon was particularly accustomed to the lack of windows, she knew that it suffice seeing as she'd be sleeping for the majority of her time there. Even from their room Deacon marveled at the dwarven architectural work. The intricacy was unfathomable virtually everything carved from stone, earth and marble. The gentle glimmer of quartz on the walls were enough to lull the desert dwelling mage off into a silent slumber. "Sleep where you wish," Deacon retorted silently. She removed her footwear and set it at the foot of the cot, then removed her gauntlets, cured leather pauldrons and lastly her chest piece. Her black cardigan was next to fall, leaving her leggings and tunic to shield her body from the elements. Underneath her armor she had a very soft, feminine shape. Her hips were wide and waist slim she was host to strong, powerful legs which were slightly scarred from her magi training all those man years ago. She laid her clothing a top the smooth cotton blanket and approached the stone unit forged for the usage of bathing. Much to her merriment there had been two pails of piping hot water placed there shortly before their arrival, no doubt to be used by patrons. "You should bathe while we have the chance," she suggested, removing her hair tie then running her long, elegant fingers through her thick, unruly mane. "And clean your clothing and armor, too. It looks like it needs to be recommissioned." |
Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix | Rage opened one of his eyes as she spoke of him getting in the bath to bathe. It seemed like a good idea, he could wash the sweat and the smell of being outside off of him. Along with the reek of alcohol from his clothing. Cocking his brow, the male inquired why she brought that up to him. Rage would've established his need to shower and rinse his clothing before they left tomorrow ... oh. Letting out a small chuckle, the male stood up from the seat. A few more laughs passing through his lips before shaking his head lightly. "I get it .. because I'm not completely sober, you " Rage paused, a hiccup causing the interruption. "Excuse me. Ahem." The male spoke, clearing his throat. "Because I'm not sober, you want to take advantage of me and get me naked, huh?" Rage spoke, a small smirk appearing on his face. His footsteps gliding himself over to the female who had stripped down to her tunic and pants.Standing in front of her, the male held his smirk. Quickly letting it fade, "If you would've asked, I maybe would have considered it but since you want to be all coy and shy about it. I will have to pass." Rage teased, stepping into the bathroom, shutting the door quickly. That would get him some dirty looks when he left the bathroom, but, meh. He wanted mainly to see her reaction about the subject. Unstrapping his tunic, the male removed it from his body. Tossing it to the side before inhaling deeply, running his hand to his left side. Wincing slightly as his index and middle finger pressed against the medium length slash wound. One of the darkspawn got him, lucky for him .. it wasn't fatal. A sigh passed his lips. Removing his pants from his body as he sat on the stone slab, it was a good foot or so in diameter before it went straight down for the water to fill.His scars were plenty, but well hidden on his torso underneath his tunic. It was because of a few darkspawn attacks ... the scar over his abs was the most defiant one he had. It was from the tip of his own greatsword, the Hurloc that had it .. was a tough fight, definitely shouldn't have lived to see the end of it. Shaking his head softly, the male didn't want to think about that right now ... just slip into the water and relax.Thirty five minutes later...The male had been done with his bath about fifteen minutes ago, he was just letting his armor soak up the water while he sat around in the towel. His hand ran back to the wound on his left side, wincing as he lightly even touched it. "Probably infected ... shouldn't mentioned this to them before ... " To them, meant Deacon ... she might have been able to prevent infection if he told her after the battle. Zander wouldn't have cared if he had been wounded, would've been for the better if Rage died. So he could stop 'cock' blocking."Hey mage ... " Rage spoke loudly, making sure his voice traveled through the door. "Mind coming in here? I need your ... opinion." Wasn't really her opinion, just wanted to know if his wound was in fact, infected. Though, she would probably assume he was talking about his ... size and be reluctant to come in. "I'm covered up .. I just need you to answer my question real fast."Listening to the door open.Rage brought his left arm up as he faced the door, his hand resting on his shoulder as his arm bent at his elbow ... elbow up near his ear."Infected?" |
Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix | "That's precisely it. I haven't seen a nude man in years." Her voice was stale, but she decided to entertain the drunken man's foolishness while she estimated the damage done her to armor. While he bathed, she removed her leggings one pant leg at a time and examined them. There was a fist sized hole below her thigh which could have used some patching. She pulled her rucksack up from the side of the cot and rummaged through it, searching for her thread and thimble. There was just enough left to patch the hole she stopped, drew in a breath, and thanked the Maker something she had rarely done for being able to find it. While she was weaving away at the stretchy material, sewing up the rip, she heard the warrior cry for her. Of course his not so polite usage of "mage" made her blood boil, but she was too tired and too tipsy to even bother caring. She laid her leggings down and traveled to the room conjoined to the main chamber which was fairly petite in itself and swung open the door with little to no warning. "What?" she inquired, her voice both drab and fatigued. When she noticed the wound her sweet, jade eyes took on a different facade. She approached him silently and examined the gash with her eyes only at first. But she then used her fingers to probe the outer perimeters of the wound. "Is it tender?" she questioned. After evaluating the wound she concluded that it was indeed infect. "Fuck, Rage. You're quite the daft one. You should have told me the second you got this and I could have healed it. Now this is going to be even more troublesome to heal." That and she wouldn't be able to bathe immediately as she had first hoped. I don't even know if I have any of that anti biotic ointment left. He'd better hope I do, or this is going to be one, painful night. "Be lucky you're drunk. Otherwise you'd be howling right now." She placed her palm flat and firm over the opening in his flesh. A low, white light began to emitting from her palm. He would be feeling a warm, balmy sensation at first but it would quickly transcribe into a sharp, jutting feeling. "It's probably been left for days to fester under your armor, you idiot. I can't heal this entirely, I'm going to need pharmaceuticals now. Go get my rucksack." |
Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix | Daft? No, no. He simply didn't care for his body the way he should have. Pain not endured is strength not gained to him. Even if he needed to hide wounds from her to endure a small bit of pain, its a small bit more strength entering the body. Ample more time for his body to gain a resistance to fight off newer wound infections. Which .. if he was going into the Deep Roads, he'd need a whole lot of it."I don't like being called a idiot." Rage spoke as he walked to her rucksack, his tone dull and bland. "For one, if I can't endure a small cut like this and not let my body fight the infection natural .. even for a few days .. before asking if it was infected, it doesn't make me a idiot." Moving to her rucksack, the male never asked to be healed, she assumed too much. "Secondly, if I can't handle a small wound like this and get over it myself, I shouldn't even attempt to go to the Deep Roads and find my sister." Sitting back down on the slab, his hand moving back to his towel to ensure it didn't fall down as he walked past her. "So, before you go flinging names out because of the choice of not saying anything to deal with the pain ... think about what that person may be preparing for. Do you think it'll be a walk through the woods when we go into the Deep Roads?"Rage surely didn't, the wounds would be twice as worse if they are received and the chances of even being able to be healed would be limited because her stamina would be way more then dried from protecting herself. Shaking his head softly, for once .. he calmly spoke about his disagreement rather then smashing something against a wall, breaking something with his sword, or punching a hole through a wall."And if all this was caused by me calling you 'mage', well, then you tell me what I am to call you." Rage spoke, raising his arm up into the air. "Because, if I recall, you weren't to fond of Zander using your ... real name? I supposed you'd call it. Referring you by mage, I'll take the harsh tones rather then you attempting to murder me in my sleep for calling you by name." |
Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix | "Save the shit, Rage. I'm twenty three years old. I don't need to be chided like some child. The reason why I'm chastising you, however, is because an infection is no laughing matter. Unlike poison or venom, it's virtually impossible to grow an immunity to a large infection, especially something like this. While your attempt at learning to bare the pain is extremely admirable ... the act in hiding it itself was not so much." While she explained her caused, she gently slathered a greenish ointment over the man's large wound, being wary not to accidentally plunge her fingers entirely into the gash. As the large man attempted to justify his onslaught, Deacon withdrew her hand which was busy trying to ebb and heal him and placed it along her side. "Irresponsible use of my name, publicly, can cause an upbringing. I've done things in the past that makes me sought after by templars and mercenaries alike. Mage or no, I'm wanted by the Circle. If one person hears my name they'll point the templars in my direction, that's what I adopted an Alias. Behind closed doors such as this my name can be used freely, but, in any other situation I'd prefer if you didn't." She delicately sighed and climbed from her feet, keeping her back against the young warrior while her fingers played with the frayed string of her tunic. Without as much of a notice she removed her top and gently uttered to the man, "Best thing you can do now is sleep. And be comfortable. Take the bed. Sleeping awkwardly will irritate the infection." |
Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix | Rage shook his head no at her last statement, the female wouldn't simply hand him the bed because he had an infection. Irritation or not ... Rage had a hard time sleeping on a bed. Sleeping there would only make the night's nightmares worse, they'd focus around the night his mother was unjustifiably killed and their home burned to the ground. The male was fine with dealing with the nightmares about his sister, any violent rage that would ensue following those could be unleashed, in due time, on darkspawn. There was no one who could take his rage out on for his parent's death ... the male was already dead his father. It was tough to not blame the man, the mess that he left his kids with because he had a small drinking problem. Would shoot off at the mouth whenever the fat man was even a bit tipsy.Rage shook his head softly, distracted in his own thoughts when he should have got up and left. Turning his head up to the girl to say thanks, the male opened his mouth ... quickly looking away, his mouth shutting immediately. That was probably the worst time to look up, why must she get undressed in front of him? Closing his eyes tightly, fighting off any thoughts of the sexual nature before they arrived. Pulling the armor from the water, keeping his eyes fixated on the dripping water. Giving the pieces of armor a few shakes ... Rage would leave now. Let his armor dry while they slept that night, be all set in the morning to head out to get supplies and what not. Hooray for needing to do odd jobs around Orzammar for a few pieces of sovereign.Standing up quickly, left hand holding the towel over his waist snugly as his right carried the leather armor he wore. Taking a few steps to the door, the male turned his head to the side a little only enough so he didn't seeallof her body. "Thanks ... Deacon. Didn't need to apply whatever you did, but .. thanks."Stepping out of the bathroom esque room, Rage quickly tossed his things down to the floor. Shutting the door behind him, oh how he could for a nice, warm fire right now. Unfortunately, there wasn't any fire pits in the rooms of inns. Just in the main hub of the building. Rage wanted it only to dry his clothing enough to sleep in it ... well, his pants at least. Hated the sheer fact that the towel was barely long enough to cover anything up. Along with the fact that the male hated sitting around without some sort of cover on, was just bleh in his mind. Scars, cuts, nicks filled his torso, arms and legs. There wasn't anything worth showing off, so, he'd much rather hide everything.Shuddering lightly, the male's head filled of images that he didn't wish to really share in the open. Catching a glimpse of the mage's body in the bath ... she was an attractive young woman underneath rugged exterior. Though, the male wasn't with her to get all snuggled up and homely with the girl. She was simply there to follow the male around until he found his sister ... if they ever did. "Get out of my head ... " The male mumbled to himself lightly, picking up his pants from the ground. Wet or not, it would be better to wear them then sit around openly with the chance of getting aroused. Wouldn't be so easy to hide with a towel, mind you. Quickly pulling his pants up his legs, the male felt a shiver jolt up his spine. "Cold .... by the maker, this is unpleasant." He mumbled to himself softly, it wasn't as warm as Rage would've liked it to been but better then him needing to ... relieve himself later on.Plopping down in the chair, the male let out a small relaxed sigh. The soaked pants legs pressing down against the arm after flopping them over. Closing his eyes slowly."A night's rest ... at long last." |
Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix | After shedding the carapace like pieces of armor, her tunic and leggings, Deacon's bare body had been exposed to the cool frigidity that the stone walls around her had emanated. With the door to the chamber sealed shut she clambered into the stone bathing unit, wary not to spill any of the water. Her body immediately un tensed, putting tumid and swollen muscles at ease. She marveled at the scars and bruises she had accumulated along their journey, each somehow intertwining with her intricate tattoos that rode up her forearm and along her shoulderblade. The water, to her chagrin, was luke warm but suitable for bathing. After scrubbing every stain, speck of grime and smudge of mud from the face of her flesh, she slithered on her tunic, collected her belongings and returned to the main chamber where Rage had been resting. While the room wasn't what she'd call room temperature, it wasn't entirely gelid either. She placed her rucksack at the foot of the bed only to notice Rage dozing off curled up tight in the chair. To make matters significantly worse, he planned on sleeping in wet clothing. "Are you insane?" she questioned wryly, approaching the dormant man while clutching and yanking at the hemline of his trousers, "Sleeping in wet clothing can make you ill. You need to be warm. Take them off I'll dry them for you." Being a mage, Deacon had control of natural elements such as earth or fire. Some she was better at wielding more then others, like the element of earth for example. Fire was the most difficult of the elements to wield but possibly the most powerful. The tall woman began snapping her fingers. At first it took a few odd seconds but she managed to ignite a flame. It danced playfully on her index finger, flickering, taunting the frigidity surrounding them. "See? Now, if we had a hearth I could light it ... but alas, we do not." |
Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix | The male had long been passed out after curling up in the chair, it was a tad bit uncomfortable and a slight awkward sleeping position but sleeping on something comfy was more worth the awkward sleeping position. Rage, Zander and Deacon had all sleep on dirt, gravel and slight grass the past few days. This chair was way more then enough for him to ease into a deep sleep.When Deacon had grasp at the male's pants, her statements falling on deaf ears. The male blinked his eyes twice, attempting to acknowledge what she was saying. Watching the flame dance at her finger tips ... oh, his pants.'Geez. Just let me sleep ...'Rage thought to himself as he picked up the towel from the floor, "I really don't want to give you my pants but .. you won't get off my back if I don't, so ..." Rage paused as he stood up, yanking his pants down to his ankles, the male wrapped the towel over his legs ... really didn't care if she saw anything. He wanted to fucking sleep. Kicking off his pants, the male let out a small yawn. "How long is it going to take ... I hate not sleeping in something." The male muttered to himself, running his hands over his face as he sat back down on the chair. Yawning into his palms, Rage watched as the female did whatever to dry his pants.Rage had nodded off a few times during the female's drying process. A light snore being heard as his cheek pressed against his fist. Feeling the pants hit him in the face, Rage grunted lightly. That was a bit rude .. "Thank you, Deacon." The male spoke, nodding softly as he slipped on his leggings. Standing up to pull the rest up to his waist. Letting out a small yawn ... "Wake me up if I'm not up before you, but, I believe we both will be woke up by our perverted Elf companion. Bet you ten sovereign ... added to the hundred when we find my sister ... that he pissed off a dwarf and they want to kill him for Maker knows what reason." It was a bet neither of them would take, because, they both knew it was bound to happen.Sitting down in the chair, the male let out a relaxed sigh. Shifting slightly to get back into his spot where he had passed out before the girl woke him up.A deep sighed passed through the lips of the male. Saddening."Hey Deacon ... "The male spoke, breaking a small silence."What is it like?"He asked quietly."Being alone .. with no one to look out for. Is it bad?"Rage didn't expect his sister to live .. given as bad as it was to think that, she was young .. sick and in the hands of Darkspawn. Creatures who knew nothing about illness or how their harsh conditions will effect a young girl such as Cloud. "I just wanna know for when ... " Rage spoke lightly, cutting himself off. He wouldn't finish his statement. Negativity wasn't what he needed. |
Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix | The drying process was quite simple, really. Deacon placed his moist clothing over a sheet of metal no doubt of a piece of his armor, she didn't really notice and placed her hand on it. Within seconds the steel glowed ardent. A low hissing sound filled the dark haired woman's ears as she watched the water little boil into steam. It took little to no time at all for virtually every little dollop of water to disintegrate, leaving the warrior's trousers balmy and warm. She climbed to her feet and launched the man's clothing in his direction then took perch upon the cot. Her fingers trembled at the smoothness of the comforter which was forged from some animal's hide, and the pillows which were overflowing with goose downs. The sensation drove her to lose her sanity which had ever so slowly slipped away as she closed her eyes. Each of her coal colored waves were spilled like a bucket of black serpents upon the pillow, clouding her vision as she slipping into obscurity. Just as she let the kind arms of slumber take her, she heard Rage's voice. It startled her, shook her from her sleep. The depth was overwhelming. She hadn't quite noticed it before. "Yes ...?" she questioned loftily, her voice laden with fatigue. Of course she wasn't quite prepared for his following inquiry. It had stricken her deep and strummed at her heart strings like a bard with his lute. "Sometimes ... sometimes it's lovely. Having no other to subject yourself too. No one to worry about, just yourself. But the nights can often be frigid and lonely. There were times where I had went months without speaking, not uttering even a cadence. I felt like my mind was withering away overflowing with thoughts and emotions ... yet there's not a soul to share them with." She wrapped her arm around her pillow, pressing her skull further into its downy surface. "She's alive, Rage. She's thriving on your memory ... she knows you're searching for her. Don't worry yourself. It will only make the situation seem more bleak." |
Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix | Can't get much more bleak then it already it is. He knew of his sister's captors, but .. whichdarkspawnwas it. That was what worried him, what if the darkspawn they encounter in the Deep Roads are none of the ones that took his sister? How can he know which even took her? How would he know if he was headed the right way? The wrong way? The situation couldn't look any better .. even if you tried to force it out better.A soft sigh passed the lips of the male, a few seconds after the mage had stopped speaking. "I'm not worried .. afraid, actually." Rage finally spoke out in reply, his sister was the only family the boy had left. His last real connection to the world .. what exactly would he do when she does ... die? All sorts of possibilities, he guessed. The favored was to go to the Deep Roads, fight til he died. Killing as many darkspawn as he could until they finally overwhelmed him, all for his sister. Shaking his head softly, "Hard to not feel that I'm too blame." The male spoke, "I rushed off, cursing the Maker for not helping my sister ... I come back and the village is razed by darkspawn, captured by the same damn darkspawn who killed everything .. everyone I knew." A small grunt passed through his lips, "Thats one hell ova spite, huh?" The 'Maker' having sent a darkspawn to take away your sister just because you cursed him .. some would say he'd never do that, but, Rage always poses the question Who created the Darkspawn?Another sigh passed through his lips. Best not fret on it and lose sleep ... just close the eyes and drift away. "Sleep well, Deacon ... " Rage spoke lightly, closing his eyes before shifting in the chair. Yawning lightly, Rage drifted off into sleep. Hopefully a nightmareless one, something he hadn't had in forever. |
Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix | How long had they slept? The mage was uncertain. What she thought was hours could have been minutes. It was virtually impossible to differentiate day from night in Orzammar. There was no sky, no sun, no stars, no moon. They had only their internal clocks to lead them. While Deacon slept particularly well that evening, their was something hard she kept smacking into throughout the duration of her slumber. It was dense yet warm she opened her eyes only to be greeted by darkness, then allowed slumber to take her yet again. It was when her body had claimed it received a sufficient amount of rest that she became subconsciously cognizant of tiny sounds around her. One sound in particular was righteously irritating. It resembled a scratching or scuttling sound, much like metal being dragged and scraped across metal. She ignored it and thrust the blanket over he head. A blast of raw light spilled into their chamber all of the sudden she could make out a dainty, lithe silhouette in the doorway and a strikingly familiar voice cry out. "Deacon? R Rage?" Zander? "Deacon ... you, you didn't! Please don't tell me ... I thought you and I had a thing goin'!" In all honesty Deacon couldn't make out a word the frantic elf was uttering. She decided to entertain his nautical nonsense and flexed her muscles, preparing to erect her spine, but she found herself tied down by some unknown strength. Her chest began throbbing all of the sudden while the small of her back was lit aflame with some unknown heat. She raised her hands and was shocked at the sensation of hot, living flesh underneath them that were not her own. A sand papery sensation graced the hind of her spine, something similar to stubble. She struggled to break free it was like a demon weighing her down, tying her to the cot. But ... why was her chest so tumid? Her hands squirmed upward from her abdomen to examine her breasts ... but what she found there wasn't at all expected. Rage's rough, calloused man hands had cupped each of her plump breasts so firmly she had felt bruises developing at the instant. His breath was hot and thick on her neck, scalding her flesh. "DEACON! YOU SLEPT WITH RAGE!" "I did what!?" She scrambled, releasing herself from the massive man's death grip, only to stumble over his lifeless body. She groaned and stared blankly at Zander. "Quite honestly, it's not what it looks like." |
Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix | Rage grumbled in his sleep as the female squirmed from underneath him. It wasn't too often that the male wandered around in his sleep, normally waking up somewhere which wasn't the place he had laid down that night previous. So, this time was no mistake that it was all him sleep walking in the mist of the night. Rage probably wandered around the room for a half hour, mumbling idiotically before settling down in the bed next to Deacon ... eventually cupping the girl's breast in his hand. Probably dealt with something in his dream ... probably grabbed a firm object in his dream, so, he reached over and grabbed her boob. Nothing too special.Rolling over to his side, the male let out a few more grumbles. Mumbling to them to shut up as he pulled the covers over his head. Somewhere along the lines he was still spewing out idiotic words from his dream."... it .. it was ... fantastic .. you should try ... it ..."Rage spoke out, his dream was about the fruit that his mother used to make into a platter bowl. Ground up fruits into a mix that she'd put in a small freezing unit. Take it out a hour or so later then let Cloud and Rage have the bowl.Shifting slightly, the male's arm fell off the side of the bed. A light coughing noise following his shift. The air in Orzammar was so dry and arid .. tough to breath at times. Didn't help when the male laid on his chest, constricting his lungs. |
Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix | "You ... you did. Deacon! Why?" Zander seemed genuinely disturbed. He watched Deacon with crestfallen eyes, wiping his flaxen locks from his icy gaze. Deacon wasn't particularly fond of being disturbed by the troublesome elf, especially thanks to these outrageous accusations. She pressed her full lips in a hard line and attempted to tame her wild mop of hair while Zander curled in the corner and sobbed like some motherless child. Deacon cupped one of her breasts in her much smaller hands, soothing her burning flesh with a ginger massage. Of course, Zander just happened to have peered up when she was treating her 'injury', so to speak. "Oh, thank the Maker. My prayers have been answered." He approached the woman and wrapped his arms around her waste, burying his visage into her chest. "I can make you feel better ... I promise. Rage is out cold though I can't guarantee we'll be quiet. What do you say Ow!" Deacon's fingers curled around his hair and jerked his head from between her two breasts. "But ... but ... Rage said it was amazing ... why does he get to? I want to try, too. Please. Just once?" "You broke into our room for some reason. May I ask why? Or were you just trying to catch me giving Rage a happy ending." "Oh. Yeah. Orzammar is under attack by darkspawn." Deacon's eyes went wide. She shoved the elf back, disgusted with the nonchalance in his tone, then fled over to Rage. She swatted at his cheeks, crying, "Wake up you stupid bastard! Wake up!" She took the crown of his tunic in her hand, lifting his torso and shaking it violently. "Rage!" |
Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix | Rage let out a hacking cough as the mage pulled up his tunic, the fabric pulling against his throat. "I I'm ... up ... !" The male shouted, pushing himself up as his right hand with to the cloth being pulled into his neck. Using his index and middle finger to pull his tunic out from his neck. 'Jesus .. what did I do to deserve that?' Sitting up, the male plopped his legs down the side of the bed. Cocking his brow slightly ... when did he get into the bed? Blah, must've sleep walked. Rage peered up to Deacon, his eyes shifting left and right. His facial expression showed it all to her, showing nothing to the elf as he frantically pushed himself up from the floor. His look was of a simple .. 'What in the fuck did we do last night?'"Ahh! Darkspawn are attacking!" A voice called from outside the inn room. A blank stare quickly developed on the face of Rage ... that meant he needed to get up and go fight some darkspawn.Letting out a small sigh, the male titled to the side some, looking at Zander. What was his ... OH! This was going to be good. Leaning back up right, the male developed a devilish grin. Taking the girl's hand into his own, "So, Deacon ... I have this 'problem'. You were so good to me last night, would you be helpful enough again to relieve my 'problem' later?" This would definitely get him a slap or two later, but to make that little elf jealous. Oh, it'd be so worth it. Plus, the Elf didn't know what they did last night .. she did help him with a problem, his infection. He's just twisting into a sexual nature.Placing a small kiss on her hand, the male looked back up to Deacon, "What do you say?" Giving her a small wink, hopefully she'd get it that he was joking around and would love for her to play along but .. it was doubtful. Especially since there were darkspawn about Orzammar.The male only need time to ... cool off, so to speak. God damn mornings .. and cupping a handful of boobage. |
Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix | At first, Deacon was absolutely starstruck. Rage's sexual advances were bewildering, until she realized that he was jesting for his better benefit. With an already frantic Zander perched in the doorway she realized the over sized warrior was just trying to get under the rogue's virtually scar less skin. The Amazonian woman hoisted herself into gently into the man's lap, purposely arching her back and tilted her head so her mane will spill over her broad shoulders. Zander drew in his bottom lip, batted his eyelashes and nearly choked. "I can fix that problem for you right now, if you'd prefer." Zander's heart leaped within his chest cavity. He felt an immense heat wash over him like an ocean wave, consuming him, launching him into a state of raw merriment. The unalloyed lows of her vulpine voice sent beautiful convolutions of electricity jolting up and down his spine. He'd never heard her speak in such a lascivious manner ... but he was sure as hell wasn't about to ask her to stop. Especially when she cradled Rage's cheek in her palm. "Okay. Well," he croaked, clearing his voice, "We have a problem that is in dire need of solving. And by the way, I still hate you, Rage. You stole my future wife from me." Feeling that their point had been made, Deacon clambered from the young warrior's lap and collected her armor, slipping it on with relative ease over her curvaceous form. She strapped on her gauntlets with relative ease and, with a boisterous snap, her knee guards were sit into place. "Look alive boys. It's game time." |
Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix | Rage was absolutely pleased with Deacon's performance. The mage played along perfectly, teasing the poor little Elf to the point where he damn near cried. Watching her get up from his lap, oh, if she was really insisting on helping ... by all means, she could've done more then help him. Standing up from the bed, the male looked to Zander. His statement amused him hating him, stealing his future wife. Ah, how his plan to make the poor little elf jealous succeeded. Now, it was time to get down to business.Standing up after the girl said it was game time, the male tilted his head to the left and right. Cracking his neck simultaneously, "Shouldn't be asking me that. I'm always ready, you should know that Deacon." The male spoke, his smirk returning to his face .. another sexual comment. "Should ask Zander if he plans to fight more then one, he hid in between a tree when we fought off that squad not more then a week ago." Rage spoke as he picked up his greatsword, Ageless. Moving past the girl, the male headed to the door of the room. "Ahhh, I love the smell of Darkspawn blood in the morning." Letting out a wicked laugh before charging out of the room." ... I can't believe you, Deacon." Zander spoke in a low tone of voice, head sulking in the travesty of Rage and Deacon sleeping together. "He stole you from me ... how!?"It wasn't before long that Rage had already started stacking up bodies in the streets of Orzammar. It was a weak invasion but enough Darkspawn to scatter the Dwarven guards across Orzammar, those getting stuck in the midst of a pack of Darkspawn were killed after taking out two to three of the pack.Rage was more then surprised to see Zander fighting .. though, it was along side Deacon so he must have been trying to impress her. Shaking his head lightly, "Come on, slow pokes. They a lot of killing to be had!"Dwarven and Darkspawn bodies clumped together, the fighting taking a toll on the city itself. It'll be a while before politics got back in order.Taking in a deep breath, Rage smirked. "I do admit ... this was needed. The surge of energy to go find my sister. I was lacking motivation yesterday, today is a brand new dawning." |
Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix | Orzammar's hollow stone corridors were ripped with war. Dwarven and darkspawn corpses alike littered the walkways weapons left strewn about and blood staining the stunning quartz tile. Futile pleas for aid resounded through the hollow cavern. This feeling was a feeling Deacon often missed, the sensation of war. She felt ... relaxed, suddenly. In fact, it was these battle cries that inspired her to fight and be triumphant. She scaled a nearby building for leverage where she knew she couldn't inflict heavy damage. From there she watched over her companions, casting an arcane shield over them from time to time to absorb damage and give them time to recuperate from blows. It was then that a hurlock alpha had spotted her. With a low, feral grunt, he summoned forth gargantuan magics and launched a powerful arcane bolt at her. Luckily Deacon was agile and skittered down on another building before the bolt could inflict damage. It shattered the roogtop, singing tar and snapped shingles over the bridge and into the river of magma below their feet. "Deacon ... a little ... a little help!" Zander cried. Eventually he became overwhelmed with an armada of darkspawn swarming towards him. It seemed they were trying to take advantage of his position. "Deacon!" The woman flexed her powerful leg muscles and clambered down to the lower level, waving her staff in an ever so majestic manner. She summoned a gargantuan blast of arcane magics that hindered the throng of ravenous fiends. Given this incentive, she lunged forward, clutched one of the stalkier darkspawns' skulls and imbued its rotting corpse with energy. "Zander, get back!" she cried. Of course the elf was daft and didn't respond immediately until Deacon had to come to his aid and shove him back. The moment she fled over to him, she pushed the man to the ground and erected a barrier over them. Within seconds following her heroic feat the darkspawn imploded, infecting its comrades surrounding it and sending them into a painful death. Luckily for Zander, Deacon had planted her breasts right in the elf's face. He closed his eyes and grinned a lecherous grin, only to have Deacon withdrawn. "W wait ... come back!" he cried. |
Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix | Rage was a bit head of his two companions, helping a few straggling dwarven guards. Back of his head said to leave them and help Deacon and Zander but part of the male knew that those two were more then capable of helping themselves. Rage took two steps forward, bringing his sword across the small, fat body of a Genlock Archer. His sword going straight through the torso, its bow falling to the floor as it slumped off its nubby little body.The Darkspawn attack force was dwindling ... being fought back to the Deep Roads by the entourage of Dwarven guards that piled out of the Diamond Quarter. After they had made sure every politician and all were safely tucked away in their beds.Rage and his two companions were able to take a breath long before the guards stormed from the Diamond Quarter. It was well needed, Rage damn near took an arrow in the leg. Luckily enough for it, it skimmed through his pant leg, straight through. Though, that same Genlock archer did give him a whack on his thigh with his bow. That was going to welt and bruise quickly."Though, you guys know the drill .. " Rage spoke as if he was the leader, "Loot anything valuable before looters get here. Anything I can get to get my money back is good enough ... anything you pick up Zander, is mine." "B But! You stole my woman! I think fair is fair!" Rage attention to turned to the elf, glaring him down. "So .. what you are saying is Deacon is worth about a hundred sovereign?"Smirking softly, that'd get him into a bit of trouble with the mage. Love to see how he's gonna explain himsel Rummaging through a corpse, a small glimmer caused the male to stop his train of thought. Picking up a blood covered silver chain, the male removed it from the corpse as he stood up. Wiping it on his shirt .. his eyes widened in shock. "Cloud ... " He muttered to himself softly."Hey! Rage! Don't hog loot to yourself! Lemme see!"Rage felt the Elf male grab at his hands trying to see what he was looking at. "Damnit, Zander!" The male spoke ripping his hands from the elf's grimy paws, kicking him away with his foot. Shoving the necklace into his pocket, the male picked up his sword. Strapping it on his back,'Fuck spoils of war ... I need to find Cloud.'Quickly turning on his heels in the direction to the Deep Roads entrance from Orzammar."Hey ... " The elf groaned, "Where is he going ... ?" Zander question, looking to Deacon. "Baby .. don't look at me like that ... baby." |
Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix | Amongst the voracious battle cries, Deacon was swarmed with silence. It was this sullenness that put her mind at ease and allowed her to focus. She documented every bead of sweat that formed on her opponent's forehead, every motion they ensued, every piece of sinew that flexed. Though communication was key she realized that all she needed to do was examine her position as well as that of her companion's. If she did so efficiently, she could guard them and watch over them from a ranged position. It was when Rage began barking orders that she began to show signs of vehemence. Her face was hard and war torn, displaying her clear distaste towards Rage's gravely behest. While the elf and human bickered, Deacon lay crouched on her knee, using her staff as a prop. She was checking the ground for any sign of traps or miniature bombs that could cause severe injury. When she deemed the walkway safe to travel she collected her belongings and approached her group where Zander had been sputtering nonsense like a buffoon. She was too overcome by intolerance by that point in time. "We're capable of looting the corpses, Rage. Calm yourself." While it was admirable that he was trying to take control, Deacon wasn't so pleased. The air around her quickly took a turn for the worst. When the large man went bolting off, Zander followed in pursuit only to question the mage. "He may have uncovered evidence concerning his sister," she replied. Zander pressed his lips in a hard line. "So that means we're getting close. What happens when we find her? If we find her?" "I was summoned by Rage to be her healer. I am to cure her of any ailment no matter how it may take and then be on my way. After the ruckus we've been causing I'm sure the Rivaini templars will undoubtedly find me soon." Zander watched the woman as they followed after Rage which seemed to be in the direction towards the Deep Roads. "So you're not going to stay?" he whined. "Live in the moment, Zander. We needn't plague ourselves with that thought for the time being." |
Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix | It didn't take long for Rage's two companions to catch up with him ... well, Rage's female companion and the female's pet rogue. The male's only goal for now was to find his sister, given that he didn't even have the sovereigns to pay Deacon for her help when they found his sister .. well, he had to figure that out when that time came around. It wasn't like he could find enough sovereigns in time, if they were lucky, they could get about thirty six from a squad of thirteen or so Darkspawn. As long as they looted any human corpse on their trek back to the Deep Roads. Which that wasn't likely, nor would they get much if anything from any Darkspawn weapon they took. The grimy feeling left on a hilt they touched never went away, no matter how many time you washed it. Rage barely paid attention to the feeling now, but, part of it was still there." 'Ye can't be enterin' any time soon." A dwarven guard spoke to Rage and his two companions.Rage cocked his brow lightly, "I am going in, none of you will stop me."Hearing a few of the dwarfs grunt in disdain, they would've liked to stop him but since he and his friends wanted to journey into the Deep Roads, who are they to stop them? It is their demise, not any of the guards.Reaching his hand behind his back, the furthest he could reach, the male unbuttoned the strap against his blade. They needed to be on guard, because there could be Darkspawn around each and every corner .. maybe an Orge or two. It would be a long journey .. most likely, the Darkspawn would be piled up in one of the thaigs. His sister around there, too."Hey .. Rage .." Zander whispered softly, both of his hands on his daggers. "What kind of stuff is down here ... I hate dark, damp places and I am a bit ... claustrophobic."Rage let out a small laugh, bad time to tell him now, "Well, for one .. We aren't turning back but along side the Darkspawn. There are spiders, drakelings ... and a few more that I forget, Deacon may know. Orges, obviously." Letting out a small shrug."Ick .. I hate spiders."Conversation didn't last much longer between the two, Zander wasn't on speaking terms with Rage which didn't bother him whatsoever. Reaching the end of the tunnel that went up from Orzammar to the Deep Roads, Rage hopped down the five foot drop. Moving his hand up to help Deacon down, wasn't because he wanted to make Zander jealous .. she was a girl and their healer. What good would it do that their healer is injured by a drop? Hearing a few foot steps coming up quickly, Rage withdrew his sword.What happened next was .. really funny. Zander was blindsided by a half naked male, the reaction when he realized he had only cloth covering himself up was priceless."Oh, thank the Maker!" The male shouted, "I never thought I'd find anyone down here ... I was .. am .. a slave to the Darkspawn. They brought a little, helpless girl down here and completely forgot about me. I broke for the escape before the ""A little girl!?" Rage shouted, grabbing the male by his throat."Y yes .. she w wasn't looking so ... g good. They took her into Ortan Thaig!"Rage tossed the male to the ground, turning left. To Ortan Thaig."Hey! What about me!"Rage only shrugged as his figure slowly started to shrink into the background. |
Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix | While making their way to the entrance of the Deep Roads guarded by king Aeducan's finest royal guards Deacon was welcomed with an unpleasant waft of sulfur and brimstone. She curled her fingers around her mouth and coughed. At that instant Zander inquired, "Are you alright?" She nodded choppily in reply while Rage dealt with their oppressors then pressed on, much to young Zander's chagrin. Venturing through the first thaigs was relatively simple. They were once grand cities belonging to Orzammar until they were lost in the war. A wave of darkspawn from the Dead Trenches claimed the Fortress of Bownammar for themselves. It hadn't been braved since. Throughout their venture, Deacon would stop every so often examine the posts which marked pathways to and from the thaig. She seemed genuinely intrigued by the language, but Rage would cut her visit short every so often and bark at her to follow. Needless to say she wasn't pleased with his commands but there was a very precious thing to him that was in dire needs of saving. Zander seemed to grow increasingly antsy as the thaig became rugged and devoid of architecture until it was just a mass of rock, snapped pillars and remnants of what was one a dwarven civilization. This particular thaig was much cooler but seemed to emit a natural light. It put her at ease to realize that Orzammar it self wasn't too far underneath the surface, and if Deacon wished to break free, all she needed to do was scale some of the rugged stones and sort through the sedimentary where the light had fled from. It was when they traversed deeper and deeper into the trenches that Deacon became more alert. Moments before Zander was assaulted she erected a transparent arcane shield around herself. If she were the first to be attacked she would need to recover immediately to aid her allies. Much to her dismay, their assailant was not a darkspawn but rather, a dwarf. "Rage," she barked, "You needn't threaten the man! Mind your temper or it will be the end of us." Her voice emitted in a rather chiding sneer. Zander began to notice that the pair were growing increasingly hostile towards each other every checkpoint they proceeded past. More Deacon then anything, but he realized it was because she was trying to keep them alive. Sanity was what they needed here. "There's a path cleared directly behind us. Just follow the darkspawn corpses and you should arrive withing Orzammar within a few hours." The dwarf nodded choppily and veered off, leaving the group to continue their adventure. As they progressed Deacon visibly seemed uneased. Virtually out of nowhere she clutched Rage by his bicep and jerked him back to her side where yet another arcane shield had been erected. "Do you hear the hissing?" she questioned while simultaneously maintaining her concentration, "It's either the arachnids, darkspawn, hot water vents or shrieks. Three out of the four are hostile. Stay within orb I've erected and try to draw them out. They may be a nuisance if left indisposed of." |
Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix | Oh, Deacon, Deacon, Deacon. Why must this take forever? Why is it that you can't let a simple hissing noise let it be by itself? If it wished to attack, whatever it was .. would attack. They would handle it accordingly, right now, Rage's focus was only on his sister. Turning to the female that pulled him to her, knocking his pace off .. evening out with the two companions. "I think we shouldn't worry about it .. especially not wasting your mana trying to lure something out into a trap." Rage was simple minded right now, she should've known better. If what she assumed was correct and it was one of those hostile things, well, they'd be jumped on their way with or without the lure she was using.Though, it did seem to get louder as the group of three walked the rubbled path. Part of him really didn't think of it as being hostile, why would the hissing get louder and louder as they walked the path? It could get louder if it was something waiting to attack them, yes ... but that would mean it was following them. Wouldn't it have jumped out already and have itself slain in a pathetic attempt to kill them? Rage surely thought so, but, then again, Rage didn't know much about tactics primal animals displayed. Some blindly charged, some waited for help."That hissing sound ..." Rage spoke, shaking his head softly. "Does it sound like it is going on .. then off .. then back on?" That would mean it was on a valve, right? Maybe, maybe not. The male may have just been hearing things."It does sound like it is right around the corner. Right, Deacon?" Zander spoke in question to Deacon, directing his statement to her rather then Rage.Turning the corner, Rage took a step back .. eyes widening in shock. 'Cloud!' Removing his sword quickly, the male charged forward."Rage!" Zander yelled, trying to get him to stop seeing as they weren't around the corner just yet."Cloud!" The male yelled, Darkspawn held her by a steam vent, trying to use it to .. wash her off? Hearing a Hurlock Alpha let out a roar, Rage ran up the slide of a rock. Kicking off to fly through the air at the small pack of Darkspawn surrounding his sister.Rage chopped, sliced, stabbed blindly .. hatefully .. through the Darkspawn. Wounding some, killing others instantly. "Get away from her!" The male yelled, his strength displayed was nothing he's ever displayed before. The male had killed the small pack around his sister within seconds ... the Hurlock Alpha hadn't even started charging him. Turning to face the Hurlock, bringing his sword up to parry the oncoming swing from the Alpha.The fight .. was over within a minute. The Hurlock attempted to call for help, a guttural roar only lasted a split second before the head of the beast dropped from its shoulders. Dropping his sword to the ground, Rage falling to his knees in front of the of the smaller .. much smaller .. younger girl. "Cloud .. I'm here ... " The male muttered softly, wrapping his arms around the little girl. In public, she could easily be mistaken for his daughter even though she was older then she appeared. She was a short child, roughly the height of a five year old .. wasn't ever expected to get much taller, either.The family reunion was quickly shattered by the guttural roars of two Genlock Archers. Their target wasn't clear, but .. Rage stood up to shield his sister. Taking two arrows in the chest both arrows piercing through his abdomen. His hands clutched as his stomach, blood oozing from the two fresh wounds. Cloud wasn't fazed by it, her eyes had been rolled up in the back of her head as she sat there, rocking back and forth.Falling backwards, the male held his hands against the arrows .. attempting to pull them from his stomach as his eyes rolled up into his skull. |
Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix | The battle was the same of that in Orzammar. Deacon stayed at range while the two others viciously attacked their predators. While Zander seemed to be a yellow bellied coward, he displayed grand melee prowess. He was strong and skilled at his occupation, much more then he lead them on to be. Their top priority was to retrieve the child and retreat as quickly as possible. Baring any casualty at this point in the game was absolutely not an option and their triumph was vital. "Deacon! Can't you cast an earthquake or something?" Zander question. "Are you fucked? An earthquake could collapse this whole entire rock structure on all of us. It's too risky and therefore, not an option." Zander huffed and leered awkwardly at the young woman, only to redirect his attention towards the darkspawn he had speared on his dagger. The skewered demon then laid lifeless on the ground amongst of a pile of its kin. It was then that Deacon advanced in front of Zander. The elf was left starstruck. Generally their formation entitled Rage, himself and her because her armor was relatively lighter and prone to damage. "Deacon ... what're you doing?" he questioned, though stopped mid sentence when her hands began to shimmer a stunning electric blue. The elf noted tiny, intricate patterns of frozen water snowflakes, no doubt swirl around the intangible atmosphere her palms had erected. Within mere seconds her palms were glowing bright like the sun she juttered her hands back and lobbed them forward, sending a mesmerizing wave of frigid ice in the darkspawn's direction. An entire armada of the fiends were subdued in a simple icy wake. The ice draped over the stone walls and absorbed the darkspawn that were still fighting, sealing their living bodies and as well as their doom. She rubbed her hands on her robes and further advanced with Zander tailing after her. "How did you ... how did you do that!?" he cried. But this was no time to answer. Her eyes inadvertently fled elsewhere when she noticed the arrows jet through the stale air and pierce Rage's raw flesh. "Oi! Rage! Don't ... don't touch them!" she cried. Zander fled after them and at Deacon's behest collected the child in his bloodied hands whereas Deacon began tending to her injured comrade. "We need to find an alcove to rest ... they both need medical treatment immediately." |
Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix | Rage was falling in and out of consciousness, he and his sister were moved to a small alcove in the Ortan Thaig. Zander was in charge of watching out for any Darkspawn, Deacon had stressed the part about if there was Darkspawn on their way .. he needed to flag her down so she could fan out the small light that illuminated the cave. Bad to find a hapless Rogue and a mage who was preoccupied with helping not only the person she was brought along to help but the male who had hired her. Oh, how she had her hands full on this one. Hopefully she could preform under pressure.Rage every time he regained consciousness, the male would muttered idiotically .. he did that a lot. Roughly losing consciousness a few seconds later. He shifted, too .. not intentionally. Just happened. Being shirt and partly pant less against hard rock wasn't as comfortable as people might think.A few hours later...Rage's eyes fluttered open, his body felt numb .. drugs whatever kind made everything feel really, really smooth and comforting. Turning his head to the right, his face feeling a bit flush. "H ... Hey .. Deacon .." The male mumbled to her lightly. All thought process at this very moment was non existent. This was purely drug talk."Come .. come closer ..""You are ... really sexy ...""Why don't you .. do me a .. favor .. ?""I feel a bit .. stiff .. mind helpin "And with that, the male's eyes rolled into the back of his head. Ah, how the awkward moments just never ceased to end with the male. What a funny thought that will be when he woke up. Pretty much asking the girl to help him out with a certainstiffnessthat he had. Good times, good times. |
Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix | Zander, at first, questioned Deacon's medical prowess. While she was sorting through her medicinal herbs a tiny bundle of elfroot and heavy, heavy narcotics she purchases in Orlais he began to wonder if these methods were safe let alone healthy. The woman was in absolutely no mood to be giving any medical advice to a hapless rogue so she more or less shooed him off and ordered that he watch for darkspawn. The party was at their most vulnerable at this point in time and she stressed the importance of this job. If it meant impressing the gorgeous woman Zander gladly obliged, though his dainty knees were knocking all the way. Her first priority was to aid the child. She examined her thoroughly but prudently, documenting her bruises and tiny scrapes. Rage had no idea how lucky she was to escape virtually unscathed. While Zander guarded the opening to the tiny cavern, Deacon erected a fire and boiled water she found sitting in a tiny wade pool upon one of the stones that formed the wall. She neatly placed her salmon skin rucksack to the child's side and cleared the ground of debris and stones. Zander offered up his tunic while Deacon sacrificed her cardigan to keep the child warm while she was resting. Every so often Deacon would allow Zander to return for a brief rest. The two gnawed on stale bull jerky and dried plums just enough to fill a fraction of their stomachs. "Leave the rest for Rage and the girl." After Zander finished his meal he marched out to the maw of the grotto and proceeded his watch. Deacon devoted a massive portion of her time tending to the ill child, cleaning sullied clods of dirt from her hair and face much like a mother would her daughter. After hours of putting her medicinal healing skill to work she let the girl rest and visited her other patient, Rage, who had suffered projectile injuries. His were much more simple to heal. She broke the tails off of the arrowheads and yanked them from his flesh while he was sedated. While this wasn't a safe manner she was confident in her arcane healing abilities and easily managed to renew his ailing flesh but only to an extent. To insure proper recover she took some of her last bandages and bound his bare chest as tight as possible while also reapplying her antibiotic ointment to his other wound which she found was healing quite nicely. While Deacon was no doctor, she prided herself in her gifts, certainly if it meant material compensation. But money was the last thing on her mind right now. While the two rested Deacon decided to do the same thing. She sat upright against a flat rock and tilted her head down, cradling her staff close to her bosom in case Zander needed her assistance. However, she was awoken by something that wasn't Zander's voice but rather, Rages. As he beckoned for him she darted over to his side, worried that he was ailing when in fact he was undergoing the tribulations of her narcotics. She knelt aside him with a blank expression. If he had been sober she may have just taken his jaw and dislodged it there but ... the man deserved a break. As if she'd ever touch him in such a manner! But, only the Maker knew what would happen in the future. As he succombed to the fuzzy clutches of the painkillers once more she crouched in the large man's lap and examined his wounds further. They were healing nicely now. Of course he'd be pretty upset waking up topless and freezing, but she would move him over to the fire when he was able to move. She placed her hand on his thigh for leverage and traced her fingers over the bandages, silently cursing under her breath, "I wish you would stop squirming so much." |
Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix | After his small little perverted talk with Deacon, the male had stayed asleep for the remaining time. Whatever she drugged him with .. it was something really strong. Never once had the male reacted to the herbs that the village used on him, maybe those drugs weren't as strong as the ones the girl had used. The constant shifting happened because of his comfortableness. Sleeping on rocks were his specialty, having been heavily drugged help but didn't alleviate the problem completely.Hours later...Rage shifted slightly, a small groan leaving his lips as he felt the sudden wave of pain sweep over his body. The drugs wore off .. he could feel it in his abdomen. Squinting his eyes tightly, the male pushed himself up slowly. "Oh .. oh .. oh .." Rage groaned on the way up, his entire stomach was in pain. Opening his eyes, the male blinked. It was rather dark wherever they had moved him to .. he could see a few shapes against the rocks but nothing major. Taking in a deep breath, Rage exhaled quietly. The fire he laid next to had long died out."Man ... my stomach .. " The male mumbled, running his hand over the bandage .. though, he continued south because of a small hunch. A agitated sigh escaping his lips, whatever the damn girl gave him .. well, gave him a raging hard on. "Maybe that is another pressure I'm feeling .. the blood in the other head .. " The male muttered to himself lightly.Minutes had past, the male had contemplated waking Deacon up to see if she'd help .. but he knew her answer. It'd be a no or possibly ripping it off 'cause it was of none of her concern. So, the male spent a minute or so walking around .. which helped barely any."By the Maker ... " The male mumbled as he walked back into the small alcove that hid his sister and two companions. Staggering over to the girl, the male's hand resting on his stomach. Kneeling down in front of the sleeping mage, the male nudged her knee with his index and middle finger on his right hand."Deacon .. we have a problem .." The male spoke softly, watching her stir slightly from her sleep."Whatever you gave me ... was it also a possible drug that invoked urges ... ?" The male asked, beating around the bush about him having a erection."Because .. I have a massive hard on, and need help." |
Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix | The woman's slumber was long awaited. Earlier, after she had experienced Rage's rather explicit mouth, both she and Zander worked together to seal off the entrance of the cave so they could all sleep soundly through the night. She huddled around the fire as the cave was mildly frigid and she had stripped off most of her clothing to keep the child warm. Her hair laid strewn across the sullied ground like rivers of blackness, melding in with the obscurity the alcove was accustomed to. But, of course, something had to go wrong. She called a calloused a hand upon her thigh but groaned and turned away from the disturbance only to hear Rage's frantic voice. She slowly sat up and wiped her bangs from her face, watching man with heavy, fatigue ridden eyes. "What?" she questioned with a fair amount of irritance in her sweet, honey tone. She eyed him up and down but couldn't quite pick out his features in the darkness. "Oh ... that. It's just a side effect. Go ... go to sleep. It'll be gone in the morning. And you don't need my help ... it's called masturbation, is it not? I'm sure you can handle yourself." And with that she curled back up in a ball and closed her eyes hopefully for the last time that night. |
Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix | A side effect? And he was to masturbate to help himself? Oh, no, no, no. This was a side effect fromHERdrug, not his drug. She was going to help, forcefully or not. "Yes, you see .. there is a small problem with that." The male spoke, his hand moving to her side to roll her back over onto her back. "The drugs I took weren't mine .. if it was my choice, I would've let myself die before I gave myself a drug to wake up with a hard on that hurt worse then the actual injury I sustained.""So ..." Rage spoke calmly."You are going to do one of a few things." Pausing lightly, "Either help me masturbate, let me use any part of you .. or I get a rock, let you fall asleep then hit you once real hard, and use you anyways. Then you won't have to worry about denying Zander, I'll just let him go at it.""Now, you are beautiful .. and helped me out when you didn't need to, and on top of that .. helped me get my sister and you healed her. So, given that your drugs did this. You can choose a relatively easy way to help me, or I take advantage of you.""The choice is yours." |
Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix | "You're one ungrateful fuck, you know that?" Her voice came out in the form of a belligerent sneer. "It can't be that bad. Suck it up and stop being such a pansy. Next time you're being brutally attacked by darkspawn, remind me to leave your sorry ass in the Deep Roads." For those who knew Deacon they knew she was extremely violent when disturbed from her sleep of is she proceeded to a point where she was running on little to none of it. Aside from that it baffled her as to why she had to help him alleviate his erection. She believed it would have been more comfortable if it was in his hands rather then her own. "What the fuck is that? A threat? Are you threatening me?" Under normal circumstances she wouldn't be so easily roused but being so damn tired ... she couldn't help it. "My choice is to continue resting so I can wake up in a few hours and keep your sister from suffering. Touch me one more time and I'll make sure you never have to experience the burden of an erection ever again." |
Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix | Gritting his teeth. The male placed his hand on her hip, digging his fingers into her flesh. "Maybe I didn't explain myself well enough, mage." Rage spoke, his temper showing a bit more. "Normally, if it was a erection I had on my own .. not from a herbal substance .. it wouldn't feel like it was going to fucking explode." Pulling the mage closer to him by the use of his hand digging into her hip. "Now, I will make this perfectly clear. One." He spoke with a light pause, "This is not a normal erection, this is a erection induced by your drugs. Thus, I feel you should either show some skin to help me out with this problem or be the hands, mouth, or the vagina to help me ease this pain." The male spoke in a low growl, insuring none of the other's woke up with their bickering. "Two, but most important, if you ensure that I never have a erection again. I will ensure you never see the light of day, again. I will gladly give Zander your dead body so he can corpse fuck you until you are rotted. He will believe me 'cause I will gouge out his fucking eyes."Removing his hand from her hip, "Now, before you haste fully say something .. sarcastic or even threatening in your reply. I will assure you that it won't cause you lose no more then five to ten minutes of sleep. Given what you decide to do. If you decide to simply show some skin, you can fall right asleep and I will cover you right back up. Simple as that." The male didn't find it as a big deal .. it was her drugs that cause his discomfort. Was only right if she helped relieve him."Are you ready to agree to help me .. or are we going to throw idle threats around still? Which in the end will cause you more time to lose sleep, because, I have the rest of the ... whatever time of day it was ... to sit here and spew threats." |
Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix | While Deacon did not take well to threats, she realized this was slightly her own fault. He definitely wouldn't have chosen the sedative if it would have had such uncomfortable side affects. Though she didn't entirely agree with her helping him relieve his sexual discrepancies, there wasn't much she could do. For the sake of the child sleeping nearby a fight would be out of the question, not to mention the fact that Zander would wake up, come gallivanting over and see Rage half naked a top his "woman" so to speak. She was well aware of the urgency in his voice, that same urgency that made her feel slight remorse. Her eyes began to glimmer that of a shimmering flaxen shade while his hands bore into her flesh. Any other time she would have shown the warrior physically how she didn't put up with threats or idle insults but this was not the time nor place. "Fine," she admitted, running her hand through her dark mane. His weight alone was virtually crushing her ... and his flesh was cold and clammy. "I'll warn you now, though. If ever you decide to address me as such again there will be hell to pay, understood?" Her balmy, soft fingers found the man's abdomen first, tracing over the mass of tightly woven muscle then venturing southward towards his trousers. Her fingertips slipped idly in through the hemline and were greeted with an unfamiliar heat, one that she hadn't felt in a long, long time. "I can't believe you're making me do this," she grunted. Much to her chagrin it didn't take her long to find his 'problem': long, painfully hard and scalding hot. Each of her skilled digits coiled around his manhood within a painstaking instant while the free hand braced his lower abdomen. "I hate you. Just thought I'd let you know." |
Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix | Rage felt the girl's soft touch grip around his erect member, had been a while since he felt a woman's touch against him. Sure, he lived in bum fuck nowhere but .. those old people had daughters .. and or nieces. It wasn't hard to sneak away from an old person and have a small rump fest. Rage smirked at her comment, "It is okay, Deacon." The male spoke, pausing for a moment as her fingers glided up and down. "You only say that out loud, in your head .. you are imagining other things." The male's smirk only widened, she would most likely bark at him with disgust. Though, who was to know. After everything, the male knew it wouldn't be down to her hating him.And as he said, it didn't wouldn't take that long ... wasn't like she had to use her hand til it got cramped up. Just took a bit to .. rub it out. The release was one of the better .. feelings he's had lately. Given that he's fought, fought, got sliced .. shot twice with arrows. The pent up sexual tension caused by the girl's herbs, was one of his better feelings. Second place to finding his sister .. the small ache of her being dead wiped away when he wrapped his arms around her.A giant sigh of relief followed after the male had used some of the cloth he had found .. most likely some of Zander's shirt .. to wipe up his fluid when he was close. Smirking softly after putting himself away, the male crawled over to the girl after she had laid back down. Leaning forward, "Thank you, sexy." The male whispered, his grin was ear to ear before quickly skittered away before she could retaliate against him. "Sleep well, Deacon .. and really, thank you." |
Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix | That very instant Rage decided to make retaliate and add an unnecessary comment, Deacon reached back and swatted the stale air with skull crushing intent. Luckily Rage treated before hand or that promise of a dislodged jaw would have been utterly inevitable. Even with the utterance of a genuine "thank you", the irate mage unfurled her middle digit and waved it crudely in the warrior's direction. The gesture, if anything, was subconsciously playful. The following morning Deacon was rudely awakened with violent hunger pangs. Her stomach churned, searching frantically for some form of sustenance to digest but found completely nothing. She clutched her abdomen in a fit of discomfort, eventually pulling her sore torso to an upright sitting position. The cave was obscure save for a very tiny sliver of light that crept in through the rocks. It was day, undoubtedly, and Orzammar was probably recovering from the attack that day prior. Weakened by hunger and driven by discomfort, Deacon woke Zander from his slumber to help her move the rocks barricading the front of the alcove. He wasn't so anxious to help at first but with promises of an actual bed the following evening, he was up and going in no time. "Do we even have the supplies to make it back?" he question silently as not to disturb the others, "Or the energy? It's a long trip from here back. I'm not sure if the darkspawn have respawned yet but it's not going to be a walk in the daisy field." Deacon ran her hands through her coal lion's mane, wiping tiny dirty clods from her sullied visage. Her skin, which once had a natural bronze shimmer was covered in dirt from the cold hard ground she slept on the night prior. She placed her hands on her lower back and careened her spine backward, stretching every possible element of her tortured back muscles. "We don't have a choice. Sit here and rot with a dying child or brave the abyss. You can stay here but I have a home I plan on returning to some day." |
Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix | Rage shifted lightly in his sleep, the small conversation between the elf and mage had stirred him from his sleep rather quickly. Pushing himself up, a yawn escaping his lips. Looking around the small alcove, just to reassure himself that it all wasn't a dream brought on by whatever that he had found his sister.Turning his head to look at the little girl, still covered up by the clothing from the two companions that accompanied him. Running his hands down his chest, pressing against his wounds to make himself wince. "Yep ... still happened." He muttered to himself lightly before further south, yay. No erection. Grinning lightly, turning his attention to the girl to shot her a quick wink. A small laugh following before he pushed himself up, walking .. limping, rather, to his little sister. Picking up his tunic, the male slipped it on quickly, the blood soaked front made him laugh lightly. "Well, looks like I need a whole new tunic." Strapping the sides tightly, before dropping to a knew quickly. "Oh kay .. " The male muttered to himself, loosening up the strap on his right side. "I can't have itthattight."Kneeling down, the male gently placed his hand down against his sister's arm. "Cloud .. " The male spoke lightly, attempting to wake her from the sedatives. "Wake up just for a moment." He continued, easily ready to snap at either of his companions if they told him that he shouldn't wake her. The male had only planned to carry her, despite being injured himself, so they could wear their clothing just in case of a Darkspawn attack."N no ... I I d don't ... " The girl mumbled softly, her eyes closed as she let out a small cough."I know you don't." Rage replied back, pushing the clothing from on top of her. His hands seemingly wrapping around the small frame of the girl with little trouble. Pulling her up, the male guided her head to rest against the nape of his neck as he held her close. "You are safe now ... "The walk back didn't seem as long as it was to go to Ortan Thaig. The little girl barely shifted in Rage's arm, her small arms wrapped around his neck as her cheek rested against his shoulder."Rage .. from here, it looks like you have a child." Zander spoke, "You sure that she isn't your daughter? Then I can have my woman back!" The elf shouted, a laugh following quickly .. which died rather quickly. "What? What did I say?" The elf asked as he looked between both of them. "ARRRAWGHARARRRRR!"*Rage stopped dead in his tracks. No, god no .. not a fucking Ogre. Not now, not here. "Fuck! Ogre!" Rage shouted turning to Zander, "Take her! Run over there, hide!" The male spoke in a demanding tone, which the Elf would gladly accept. Watching him quickly turn on his heels to run behind the rock. Turning to Deacon, the male let out a small sigh. "So, since I'm still injured .. just think about me asking you to do what you did last night. More motivation so you can kill this bastard as I dance around his toes, keeping him distracted."It was a good enough plan .. Rage would be barely able to lift his sword, ah .. the times he wished he had a dagger or something quick.Turning his attention to the Ogre that stampeded down toward them, rolling out of the way. The Ogre stumbling forward, eventually to fall on its face."Hey! Ugly! You missed! Ah ha ha ha!" Rage taunted, turning on his heels to run forward. Hoping the Ogre would follow him while the Mage rocked its world. * my best Ogre roaring idea. Can't remember what they sound like at the moment. XD |
Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix | Much like Rage, Deacon wasn't at her hundred percent either. Her body was littered in gashes, cuts, knicks and bruises. Muscles in places like her arms and legs were tight and tumid, refusing to loosen and allow her joints full movement. These were things scalding hot bathing water in an actual human sized tub could cure. That tiny unit at the make shift inn in Orzammar hardly counted as a sink in her opinion. Before the behemoth made its presence apparent Deacon picked up on signals that would suggest its presence. The somewhat ensconced footprints in the soot, a foul, potent stench permeating about the immediate area and most of all, grunts. They were virtually inaudible at first but as the party traversed further and further in the direction of Orzammar her fear began coming to fruition. Alas, the orge revealed itself in all of its vile, malicious glory. Deacon took her staff tight in her hands and buried her feet deep into the ground below her soles. Orges. They were not a force to be reckoned with and particularly viscous when it came to attacks. She had encountered one of the brutes before and barely escaped with her life. This time, she promised, would be different. At times like this she quite missed having a blade nearby to imbue with arcane magics and execute powerful melee attacks but ... this was no time for wishful thinking. While Rage began making 'distractions', Deacon used her staff to execute basic attacks. They barely scathed the behemoth's skin. She cursed darkly and sheathed her staff, raised her hands above her head and flexed her hands as best she could. Her fingertips glowed a bright, ardent shade of goldenrod. The flaxen hue filled the entire cavern with natural light, blinding those who weren't prepared for the ways. While she conjured the mass of electric energy, she closed her eyes tight, drawing in her bottom lip and trying subdue the sudden agony she felt in her arms. Thunder and fire were two elements she wasn't formally trained and both were particularly dangerous. If not wielded nor conjured correctly they could cause immense bodily harm. Deacon was particularly engrossed in entropy and creation and even dabbled in spirit, but the primal school was vague to her. Her fingertips began exibiting a gruesome shade of black, being singed by the wild thunder. She grimaced, and until she could conjure no more, release it. The bold traveled in the orge's direction and devoured its body whole, singeing its flesh and boring through bone. While this did immense damage and hindered the monster it did not subdue it. Deacon was left dumbfounded, crestfallen and above all, low on mana. She would have to wait until some regenerated and to make matters significantly worse, her electrically charged thunderbolt made the orge blue mad. |
Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix | Rage could only groan when the Ogre turned his attention to the mage."Must .. " The male spoke, panting for breath, that short run had taken almost all his stamina. "You make .. him angered before I can get him to focus all his attention on me?" The male muttered to himself as the Ogre began to walk toward Deacon. This would be bad, she was most likely out of mana and had a two ton beast about to charge her. Oh, this spelled disaster.Dropping to one knee, the male felt the vibration of the Ogre's footsteps."This can't be how everything ends .. " The male spoke to himself, panting. Using his sword to hold himself up, pressing his chest against the dull, blunt side of his greatsword. "No .. it won't end here." Rage spoke, his tone determined. Pushing himself up, his knees weak with fatigue, shaking as he continued to hold himself up against his sword. Tilting his head upwards, toward the ceiling.Rage had let out a loud yell a shout, a taunt, a cry. His body becoming renewed again, a smirk forming across his face as the Ogre turned back to face him. Watching it get into a three point stance, rearing its head down to charge its horns into the male figure. Swinging his sword around, the male gripped the hilt with both hands .. the sword seeming like nothing in his hands."Ahh ... how it is good to get a second wind of energy."His statement was cut short by the charging Ogre, rolling to his right to avoid being gored. Sliding to a halt from the roll, the male quickly charged at the beast. Swinging Ageless to strike at its leg tendons. Hoping to hit the hamstring, immobilizing him or causing the beast to limp around. Which ever, it would benefit the two fatigued companions greatly.Watching the blood from the leg of the beast splatter against the wall, the pool developing on the floor quickly. Rage pulled his sword from the skull of the Ogre, a long fight that swung in balance of who could win. Often times, Rage felt that they would be defeated .. the ogre was no mere walk in the park. May have been an Alpha Ogre at that .. but, it was dead and they weren't. A battle hard fought but won.Staggering back from the corpse, Rage could barely lift his sword. His arms ached, his abdomen cried out in pain as his wounds may have tore back open. Wincing in pain, the male mustered enough strength to swing his sword around to his back, strapping it to his tunic. Turning to face Deacon, the male shot her a quick, cocky smile before walking toward her. His hand clapped against her shoulder, "Glad you are on my team." He spoke lightly as he walked past her, Zander coming out from behind the rock with his sister."I do admit .. being shot with two arrows, damn near torn apart by an Ogre. He still is able to carry his sister." Zander spoke as he looked up to Deacon, Rage had long started walking without them. "Got to give him credit for his determination about Cloud. Isn't that right, dear?"A small sigh escaped the lips of the male, the walk through the small tunnel that lead to Orzammar. His pants were soaked from the renewing blood from his wound, or possibly from a new wound from the Ogre. He didn't know, Rage just wanted to get to Orzammar .. get to a place that could shelter them for the night .. or two days worth of rest.Feeling the girl shift against his body, Rage couldn't help but to smile. The only soft spot in his heart was for the girl, someone who was able to just make him forget about all the bad .. all the trouble he went through to find her."B brother ... ?" Her shaky voice spoke against his skin, eyes opening and closing."Yes, it is me, Cloud. Go back to sleep, you are safe." Rage replied, his right hand moving to the back of her head, rubbing softly."I k knew .. you'd come for me." She continued, fighting the sleep the called her back, "I I love you .. brother."Rage swallowed deeply, fighting back a few tears that welled up in his eyes. "I love you, too, Cloud."Hearing the footsteps creep up behind him. "Hey! Rage! Wait up!" Zander spoke. "I managed to get quite a bit of co Are you crying?" Zander asked, fighting back a small laugh."No, I got something in both of my eyes. The dust .. debris fell into my eye. It began to water. Shut up and mind your own damn business!" Rage scolded, quickly walking up the tunnel. |
Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix | The heroic feats displayed by their caravan did not go unnoticed by the dwarven indigenous. Upon their return they were greeted with pious cheers accounting for their saviors' good deeds. Zander was the first to step forward and accept the 'burden' of being a hero of Orzammar while Deacon stood in the shadows per se. Becoming unique rather then a typical individual would somehow create a chaos effect and, as unlucky as she often was, inform templars of her whereabouts. She had reason to believe the trail leading to her current location had since gone cold but there was always a tiny margin for error. While their agnostic elven companion bathed in the praise of shaken citizens, Deacon spiraled into obscurity. "They're not Grey Wardens and yet, their physical prowess is virtually unmatched by even our highest ranked Proving warriors," the dwarf nobles would whisper amongst themselves. The very moment Deacon caught word of their hasty gossip she slipped her charred fingers into her hood and fastened her mask tight against her dirt ridden visage. During their trek through the bazaar a man approached them. As most dwarfs he was short and stalky but was quite well dressed. No doubt he was a noble or of some terribly important caste. Things like "bloodline" and "family" meant as much as a tiny insect's worth to the mage and ultimately, she did not favor the dwarves. A philosopher once told her, "'There's an easy solution to every human problem neat, plausible ... and wrong. So if the solution to our problem is not neat, plausible and wrong then it could be messy, unlikely and right." The dwarves followed a similar maxim in the subject of politics. "Lord Pyral Harrowmont has heard of your fantastic feats and wishes that you recover and replenish your supplies under his roof." Before Zander so foolish accepted, Deacon interrupted. She thrust her arm to her side as if to stop him. "This sounds like an endorsement," she began, insuring her voice was masked by her skilled vocal chords, "We take refuge with your Lord Harrowmont and suddenly we've sided with him. I've heard your criers word travels sickeningly fast in this overheated little grotto of yours." The nonchalant tone had taken Harrowmont's representative aback. While he felt the need to rebuttal it would be against his lord's wishes. "We will not involve you in our politics. If you wish to rest elsewhere you may." Given any other situation Deacon would have declined his offer without second thought. But ... the girl was still very ill, especially after being exposed to the elements of the Deep Roads and Rage was severely injured. For the sake of others she lowered her guard and allowed Harrowmont to house them. After being escorted to Harrowmont's estate, Rage and Cloud were taken to seprate quarters for treatment. At first Deacon hadn't worried. Though her hands were razed and ever so slightly scathed with burns nothing compared to the pain from an empty stomach. She hadn't eaten in well over twenty four hours and her strength was waning with each breath she drew in. Servants sat her in the main hall and sat before her and Zander an extravagant meal of venison, stewed vegetables, freshly cooked breads, cheeses and wines. While Zander displayed relatively decent table manners, Deacon did not. Her hunger overwhelmed her and outweighed her formality. Zander watched in terror as she devoured damn near every morsel on the table, from stew to bread then haplessly asked for second helpings. When her stomach eventually was filled and felt it needed no more, the shock of her wounds set in. The cuts, the bruises ... all of it. One of the maidens offered Deacon a private suite to share with Rage's sister as they were both women, while Zander would room with Deacon. While the girl slumbered and rested off her disappointing illness Deacon took advantage of the situation and bathed. A tiny chamber was built in the bedroom where a tub was, much larger then the last they had. She approached the child who was resting on the bed and quietly placed her hand on her shoulders. "Cloud," she whispered, recalling her name from Deacon's cry, "Are you well enough to bathe? If you'd prefer, we can take one together." |
Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix | Rage was more then glad to be taken in by the Harrowmont house. Wounds would be properly attended to, good food, bathing, all the good stuff. So, when the girl decided to bark at the small dwarven messenger, the male felt a small rage building inside of him. She'd spend time idly by talking about how politics were ran and effected word on the street for Orzammar ... while he bled to death? Because, that is just .. terrific.Though, a great joy of relief spread over his body as she allowed the male to lead them to the estate. Rest and relaxation were bound, thank the Maker."Sir! You need to stop fidgeting!" A female voice called."No! Never! You and your damn ... ow!" Rage howled, good enough for him, the male had broken a rib or two in his little tussle with the Ogre. Perfect to add to a healing slice wound, two arrow holes in his abdomen. When could his body take a rest?"Sir! It won't take a momen Guards!" The voice called."Damn you all to the Deep Roads!" Rage howled as he was held down by five well armored Dwarven guards.Limping lightly, Rage needed to walk off their 'treatment' for his broken left ribs. Each step with his left foot would sound out an 'Ow' from the male as he limped toward where they had taken Cloud against his opinion. Well, the one guard would know not to attempt to take the girl from him .. the male damn near bit off his finger. He may have been holding her but he'll defend her with whatever he has. His own head, feet, knees, and yes, his teeth. Of course, then too, took four guards to hold him back so they could get the girl from his grasp. Rage was sure enough that he broke one of their noses.A deep sigh exhaled from the male, leaning up against the door hinge. His new bandage wrapping over his torso hid most of his knicks and scratches. Blood soaked pants still on, his body dried in blood, sweat. Dirt mixed with sweat covered his forehead, cheeks.Rage was surprised to see Deacon watching over his little sister, probably asking to see if she was alright. Rage warned the guards about them giving her a bath when she woke up, she may be little but if it isn't Rage cleaning her off, she has some mean claws on her hands."I should warn you, not because you are thinking about it or anything," Rage spoke as he was guessing the topic on mind for the female mage. "She has quite a temper for bathing. Being that I'm her only familly, she has certain boundaries that she won't let anyone but me do. One being bathing." Rage spoke, a small smile on his face as he stared down at his little sister. "She's .. uh .. not very good around strangers, I guess. Talkative with them, yes but when it comes to something like that, she can be a real gremlin."Taking a step forward, the male placed his left foot down. Feeling a pain spike through his left side, the male immediately clutched his left side. "Ah .. the fine dwarven art of making something feel worse .." The male spoke, tightly holding his left eye closed as he hopped on his right foot to the bed his sister laid on. Letting out a sigh of relief when he was able to sit down."So, on top of that infected wound that is looking so much better, by the way and the two holes where arrows hit me in the gut. I have two broken left ribs. Ah, the joys of knowing that your sister is safe because you didn't sit around sulking." |
Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix | At this point in time Harrowmont must have been starting to feel unappreciated. With a mannerless mage devouring every possible morsel of food he had in his caste larder, a lascivious rogue flirting with every passing female rogue and an overly vehement warrior cursing and threatening physician and guards, there was no doubt he may have been regretting his offer to let them rest there. After Deacon withdrew from the slumbering child's side she was greeted with a healthy warning from her elder brother, Rage. Rather then go against his kind suggestion as she usually would Deacon decided to mind herself and leave the child rest. There would be plenty of time for resting now, but one could easily tell from Deacon's wanton eyes that she longed for a taste of fresh air. How much longer she could tolerate the stale, dust ridden air below the surface was uncertain but she would grin and bare it for however long she could. "Well you're alive. I think that, in itself, is a forlorn miracle," she chided while plucking a tiny waxy wad of soap from the edge of the tub. She took a whiff, clearly bewildered by the aroma. "What is this? Buttermilk?" she questioned silently to herself. After she had sated her intrigue she returned it to its original position. "I don't like ... these dwarves and their poor doctoring skills." Each word was like liquid venom from her pretty mouth as she unwravelled her knee guards and slipped off her leatherback boots. Though she was cognizant of their commitment and their attempts, she wasn't all too pleased with the result. Even now Rage seemed perfectly stoic in this underground environment when she felt like she was ready to rip her hair from head. "Rage you know I don't need to be telling you this but you shouldn't be walking around. They just set the bone. If you keep wriggling around like some spring chicken it's going to heal improperly." She was sure he didn't like entertaining the idea of being bedridden for months, but so was the unfortunate circumstances following a malicious ogre attack. But, this was no time for chastising. This was a time for relaxation. After all ... he had gotten his sister back, hadn't he? Technically her job was done and she was free to leave any time now. But what kind of woman would she be? A stupid one. With no supplies, torn clothing and injures, she'd be a prime target for the templars. But again, who was she kidding. Her time spent with the easily aggravated warrior and the perverse elf was definitely something memorable. While she reminisced on past events she began removing more and more articles of her clothing until every piece of armor was left in a messy dune by the bed. She gave the bathing room's door a tiny nudge with her foot as she re entered, removing her tunic and leggings this time. She could bathe in privacy this way but still talk to Rage if he had something troubling him, or just sought companionship. "So what now? Your sister is well on her way to recovery. Unfortunately the same can't be said for yourself. Will you move to Denerim? Or rebuild your village?" |
Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix | Rage groaned lightly as he pushed himself up the bed, inching closer to his sister as she laid there sleeping. Attempting to not shift the bed so she wouldn't wake, he learned his lesson long ago to wake her up when she wasn't ready. Goes back to that clawing at your eyes bit. Tough to say that she doesn't have some similarities to Rage. It wasn't that hard to hear the mage speak through the door that closed them off from the room to the bathroom. Her question was a good one indeed. At the moment, the male knew nothing of what he planned to do. Just got his sister back, nothing else was really in perspective."Ah, well, I figured thatwewould settle down around the area of my old village. I'd rebuild us a nice, wooden cabin while you bared my children. Maybe even get a dog, possibly a cat. Handful of chickens, and just live peacefully." Rage spoke, fighting back a small laugh. Ah, it was tough to pass up .. that one. For whatever reason, it was tough not to tease around with the mage about that type of stuff. "Yeah, you know, the good life. Minus impeding Darkspawn invasions, of course. That would just be on holidays, when we left for a family vacation. We'd return to have our crops ravaged, home burnt to a crisp, chickens missing."Rage slowly laughed against his breath, a deep sigh passing as he looked to his sleeping sister."Truthfully, I've yet to think about that sort of thing." The tone of his voice becoming more serious then his early banter. "I just got Cloud back .. would be all sorts of emotion if we went back to our Village. Everyone is dead .. Denerim, ick." The male spoke, he'd be recognized then have Crows on his neck for still being alive. "Denerim isn't somewhere I want to go anytime soon. Bad history in those parts .. bad enough to leave me and my sister as orphans."It was funny, that was the first time the male ever considered them as that. Depressing in all the wrong ways, happy to know the male was able to keep his sister alive."Though, I still owe you a debt, don't I?"Rage wanted to switch the topic, it was a bit awkward to reminisce. Liked to keep everything from the past just where it was dead. "One hundred sovereign." The male spoke out loud, a deep sigh following. It would be a bitch to get that back. "How much do you think I could get for Ageless?" Raged cooed to Deacon, "Probably not enough, I assume."A small laugh quickly filled up the loose silence between them, "Unless you are up for more adventures.""Y'know. You, me, Zander .. okay, maybe not Zander, but, you and I. Going to tackle whatever in the Maker's creation is out there." Of course, that would leave the question of What about Cloud? She was showing signs of being a Mage .. maybe he'd take her to the Circle. Even though Deacon would ream his neck for that one."Ah, here's to dreaming .. right? Good times aren't always supposed to last. My case in point our little adventure in Ortan Thaig."Oh ho. He was just fishing for some sort of reaction. |
Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix | While Rage seemed to be put at ease with the end of their venture, Deacon's mind was still filled with discrepancies. She slept in terror every night fearing the templars would subdue her and return her to the Circle Tower while now, that Deacon had his sister returned to him, he could go about his life. Not much effort would be required to reassemble the shattered pieces. But Deacon was not the type to enjoy another's misery. In fact, she took pride in Rage's merriment knowing that she helped him find it. Maybe her peace would come sometime soon, too. She could only hope for a woman with a wily spirit such as her own could only run for so long. "Nothing is every promised tomorrow today," she preached, resting her nude body in the vat of piping hot, soapy water. She watched in disgust, almost, as the clods of dirt and grime seeped away from her flesh revealing a very healthy layer of flesh below. "In other words, you needn't plague yourself with thoughts of tomorrow at this instant. For the time being rest, enjoy yourself, revel in the notion that your sister is safe and sound, for tomorrow the sky may fall and the sun may plummet into the earth." During her lapses of silence she marveled at the image of her skin and hair as more and more layers of dirt were scrubbed away by idle water. She hadn't ever seen her hair so clean and was quite pleased with the result. "You should know by now I don't want your money." While chiding the over sized man, she plunged her head into the water, sat straight, then ran her partially healed fingertips through her scalp. It was an enjoyable sensation, one that made her know that she was clean. When she was sure every last stubborn speck of grime was gone from her curvaceous body she stepped from the tub and took the towel in her claws, viciously rubbing it over her hair and face. Her mane after being subjected to water and a decent hairbrush was tame and fell around her shoulders and precariously casual waves. "Every day of my life is an adventure. I live in obscurity, in the shadows, because I am deemed unfit to walk the same streets as even common folk according to the chantry. I often wonder what it's like to live a regular life ... but even it templars weren't hunting me I don't think my life would be 'regular' at all." Of course Rage had to stir up old nonsense. The woman slipped on her fresh clothing which was suitable for bed then skittered out into the room to address the beaten, battered and bloody warrior. He wreaked of blood and sweat unlike she who had depicted the aroma of freshly churned buttermilk. "If you're looking for another 'painkiller', there's plenty of noble whores fluttering about looking to greet Orzammar's savior. I'm sure they'd be more then happy to oblige." |
Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix | Rage let out a light laugh, Deacon was so humorous. Why wouldn't she just admit that she liked it more then she put off, it wasn't like she was bad at it. It was tremendous. Ah, well, might as well continue with the fun until she .. beat him. Which wouldn't be that long, given that they were at each others throats in the Thaig. It was only a matter of time before they had either a fist fight or a outrageously loud screaming match."Aw, but, Deacon. I thought we had something going."Rage spoke in reply, his face turning into a grin. "I know for sure I don't want to go to whores for some 'painkillers'. Why do that? When the best possible 'painkiller' has been traveling with me the whole time?" Pushing himself to the edge of the bed, his grin still remaining on his face. Oh, how it was fun to be around the mage. Though, Rage only did it because soon there would be no time to act like this with Deacon. Cloud will be well enough by morning, if not by tonight, so his perverseness would need to be cut short, immediately.Picking at the bandages, the male slowly unwrapped the cloth from his blood stained body. A sigh of relief exhaling from the male as the tightness of the cloth loosened up against his torso. "That feel better .. " Rage muttered to himself lightly. Pushing himself up from the bed, letting the cloth bandage fall to the floor. "You can come watch me .. maybe even join me, Deacon." The male spoke, giving her a wink before moving to the bathroom."Hey, Deacon, if I drown .. take Cloud far."Smiling lightly, the male was a bit tired so the possibility of falling asleep in the tub, ending up drowning was a possible. Pushing the door close, his smile on his face quickly faded to anguish. Wincing lightly, Rage leaned over lightly. Hands resting against his thighs, taking in a deep breath .. how it was hard to breath with his broken ribs. "Damn the .. Maker." Rage muttered, sucking his pain up like a man. The male moved his hands to his waistline, pushing down his pants and trousers. Luckily enough, there were two tubs in this bathroom. "My clothes are going to soak up all water you soaked in, Deacon. For when they dry, I shall be constant reminded that the water that cleaned my clothes was your bath water."Laughing lightly, the male slipped into the .. tub, guess you could call it. The square blocks that held water .. blah, whatever they hell you call it. Least it was somewhat warm, sinking underneath the water. Air bubbles slowly floating to the surface of the water as Rage held himself under the water. Letting the dirt, grime, blood and sweat be purged from his body. Twenty minutes later...Rage stepped out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around his waist. Cocking his brow, what wasshestill doing in the room? "Deacon .. you didn't pass out, did you?" The male asked, breaking the silence in the room. She looked like she was checking on Cloud then managed to fall asleep."Or did you reconsider my offer?"A devilish grin developing on the face of Rage. |
Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix | The moment Rage stepped foot into the vat of water, Deacon had fallen into a deep, balmy slumber. He head was empty ... no dreams, no nightmares, no sounds. She felt at ease, at peace, with nothing to plague her. No templars, no lascivious Zander, absolutely positively nothing. She curled one of the pillows closed to her bosom while cradling her head upon another. The coverages were soft and warm and supplied her sore, ailing body with comfort. Though the child had consumed a large portion of the cot, Deacon's tall body fit just fine. When Rage re entered, his booming voice startled her out of her rest. Her body jetted upwards while she peered warily left to right. Her senses were on full alert for that instance in case some enemy had suddenly appeared. "There's no need to be so loud," she grimaced, burying her head underneath one of the pillows. The truth of the matter was, he wasn't loud in any way, shape or form. Her fatigue merely caught her off guard and heightened her irritant behavior. "I didn't ... I didn't pass out, I just fell asleep." She kept her spine erect while washing her palms over her pretty visage, flattening any stray locks that dared fall from place. Of course Rage had sex on the brain, or if anything, bothering her. The only thing she craved was undisturbed rest and as things seemed she wouldn't be getting anything of the sort that night with Rage being playful like some young pup. "Rage ... it's too late for your jokes. Put on your clothes and go to sleep, for all of our sakes," she chided while peeling back the blankets and gently sliding her legs effortlessly in. "I'll entertain your childish antics in the morning. But for now, sleep." |
Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix | Rage was speechless. Absolutely speechless. She was serious? Deacon wasn't going to entertain his childish antics, aw, well .. that was no fun. Mood kill. "I don't have anything to toss as a rebuttal." Rage spoke honestly, it was weird. He just wanted to push her button, hoping to get her to rage at him. It would be fun, a screaming match would be fun as hell right now. Grunting lightly, the male turned to face the bathroom. The male walked to the tub, his clothes had been dry for a while now. Soaking the scent of the mage into them, it was good. Would smell amazing for the next few days, until he pours more sweat into it .. and blood, can't forget the blood.Pulling up his trousers, the male quickly slid his pants on as well. Cracking his neck slightly, the male let out a yawn sigh mixed. A very pleased release of air that informed him that he needed sleep. Shaking his head lightly, Rage stretched lightly, sleeping without a shirt on seemed like a good idea.Stepping out of the bathing room, the male walked to the candles on the walls. Blowing them out individually, the room growing darker with each candle being blown out. His attention was brought to the bed, his sister and Deacon were taking up a third of the bed each. Giving him the edge while Deacon slept in the middle, well .. hoped she didn't mind getting spooned again. Walking around the bed to the vacant spot on the bed. "Since you are staying in my room tonight, you are warned now .. if I wake up with a hard on, its morning wood." Letting out a small chuckle at the end of his whisper, piling into the bed quickly.A sigh of relief passed through his lips, throwing his arm over the mage. Hand resting on the bed, "Good night." Rage whispered, pulling the girl's body closer to his as he shifted slightly in the bed. |
Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix | The night was long ... but not cold and hard like it had been previously. It was comfortable, energizing and completely relaxing. No disturbing wind howling through her head to disturb her sleep, no dense, raw earth to sleep on and most importantly, security. Being exposed to the outdoors and all of its 'majestic wonders' wasn't always settling. It was difficult to progressively rest when danger haunted your dreams. But when thick, gilded walls surrounded you? There was nothing but a settling sensation. The following morning, Deacon found herself surrounded by some uncanny warmth. It wasn't from the blankets or pillows, but body heat. That was a given being sandwiched inbetween two corpses one of a behemoth and the other of a child. Her tart, beryl eyes opened a sliver of a fraction, gauging the darkness first. The room was mild and the low glimmer of quartz and other common minerals flashed. Her arm rested at her side while she squirmed under a vice like grasp. Such an immense heat was burning at her back she could no longer bare it. At first she thought it was the child fever perhaps but she felt hardness, muscle definition and hot skin. She turned and knocked her head against something particularly hard a chest. Rage's. She knew no other hardness, not even that of the mask that hid her beautiful face. The man was still sleeping but under Deacon's watchful eye. His arms, strong and unwavering, were wrapped like a python's coils around her curvaceous frame. She gazed up and him softly and ever so prudently tapped his cheek. "Rage." At first his name was all but a whisper from her ginger breath, peppering the underside of his chin, but when he didn't reply she was forced to utter his name once more. "Rage?" |
Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix | The morning came rather abruptly, felt like the male had just fallen asleep no more then minutes ago when he felt the shifting of the bed. Cloud should be better, so, she'd be up and about more then usual .. he was spooning Deacon so she'd be beckoning her gripes when she couldn't move from underneath him. There was barely any space left for the male to move closer to the girl, his chest pressing into her back, arm over her side resting at on the bed. More then happy the girl would be to realize that he didn't have a handful of her breast, gripping it like it was the hilt of his sword.Soon the continuous poking underneath his chin slowly began stirring him from his deep sleep. "Damnit ... Cloud ... stop .. " The warrior mumbled in his sleep, shaking his head lightly as he closed his eyelids tightly. Deacon's next call of his name, woke him up enough .. groaning lightly, the male opened his eyes somewhat."Deacon .. what?"He spoke lightly, feeling her chest press into his. A slight hint of red coming across his cheeks, "Something," A yawn interrupting his statement, "wrong, Deacon? Thought you were Cloud being a pest since she was better now .. " the male mumbled, still half asleep, wanting to go back to sleep. His body ached for the rest, to feel the darkness swoop back over him, sweeping him into the safe arms of sleep.Ah! The male knew exactly the reason why she was waking him. "Sorry .. sorry." Rage mumbled lightly, removing his arm from over top of her. Laying it down his side, shuffling his other arm underneath his head for another pillow. "Was .. there anything else .. ?" The male asked, speaking into a yawn, his eyes opening a tad bit more. Was rather surprising she didn't yell at him to let her go, seeing that they were at each other's throats for a while during this past trip. |
Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix | Deacon was too tired and too sore for arguing. Aside from that he hadn't injured or mentally harmed her in any fashion so there was no reason to waste her hard earned rest obsessing over some tiny 'intimate' moment they shared. "Nothing too important," she uttered softly, gently placing her palm flat on his chest. She felt the bandaged wrapped taught there, supporting his broken bones. While she was sure the inside of his chest cavity was preparing for many weeks of excessive rebuilding, there was no doubt he'd be experiencing mild to severe agony throughout the process. She was careful not to disturb his displaced bone and let her fingers rest along the outer perimeters of his sternum, gauging the bruising done. Luckily it wasn't anything all too severe ... but it was a major hindrance. With this wound which would make it virtually impossible for him to walk let alone wield his weapon their venture would be drawn back. But, it had been completed, hadn't it? Unless Rage had something else to ask of her, and if so, she could kindly lend him her ears. "Do you want me to get you some medicine?" she questioned silently, "The maidens told me where their medicinal herbs are ... I can brew up a tea or get you something to eat, or ... maybe you just want to sleep?" |
Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix | Medicine? No, no, no. The girl didn't even have to move to give him anything .. her finger running a course over his chest only seemed to .. intrigue lustful natures inside the male. Oh, how the morning was rather good yet a pain for the male. Her touching his torso only seemed to magnify what his body normally craved for in the morning, pleasures of the flesh unfortunately."Why medicine .. ?"Rage asked lightly, leaning forward lightly. "When you can simply give me something that'll help .. without needing to move out of the bed." The male continued, pushing his lips against the mage's. Rage's hand moved to her thigh, grasping down lightly as he pulled from the tender kiss he laid upon her lips. Whether or not the girl objected, the male would play touchy grabby with her for a few. Figured it was the least he could do since she woke him up from his sleep. Moving his lips to her neck, the male placed a few kisses on her skin, teeth nipping at her flesh as his hand coursed up the side of her body. |
Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix | "What do you mean, 'why medicine'? I thought you may have been experiencing some a little pain if any so I offered " her words, all of them, hindered by the warrior's hungry lips. For the moment she laid there, idle, bewildered by the man's bewitching actions but then felt the urge to react. Though reluctant at first she followed in suite behind him, returning his gentle kiss. It was nothing severe, or passionate, experimental, she thought. She even craned her neck for him, letting him pepper kisses down her jawline and neck, only to feel a sense of wrongness. The warrior was acting on the needs of his body, most likely wanting the 'special treatment' he recieved before. In that sense Deacon felt used like a commodity, and wasn't all too pleased with that notion. However the warrior had went through virtual months behaving, keeping his hands to himself, not even making a sexual innuendo until recently. This was admirable ... for a man. And then Zander strolled in. He was quiet at first, drawing in the situation, just as Deacon slipped from Rage's embrace to chide him on his innopropriate behavior. All she could think was fuck. "You can't say anything this time, Rage," he hissed, "I fucking caught you ... with your dirty man hands all over her. You horny bastard! She's not a toy!" He advanced where Deacon took a defensive stance against him. He was only acting in an immaturely shattered heart. "He was just messing around, Zander," Deacon protested. "Yeah, messing around with you. Look at him ... he's another typical man, dirty, selfish ... he doesn't actually like you, he just wanted to have sex with you. I ... I like you!" "Zander! Calm yourself." "NO!" |
Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix | Wait, wait, wait. Rage had said something before in his defense on why they were .. in a wrongful position? Not that he could remember. The male didn't care what this elf had to say, nor how he felt. Zander's delusions make him believe Deacon and himself are a match, when clearly .. its not exactly correct."You may say all you wish, Zander .. because, frankly, I don't give a shit."Rage replied in between Deacon's and Zander's small little quarrel. "My dirty man hands, huh? I'm pretty sure the same could be said aboutyouand every girl that walks past." The warrior continued, pushing himself upward in the bed, well after Deacon had jumped from the bed to prevent any ..damage. That would be the day, Zander attempting to harm the warrior. That was like a Ogre trying to kill a Dragon single handedly."I'm pretty sure I saw you hit on a male dwarf .. thinking it was a female, at some point yesterday. Those damn breads are confusing, huh?" Rage smirked lightly, simply trying to get under the male's skin. Which wouldn't be that hard, just needed to put in a little effort. "What about that little elf maid? Swore I saw you getting flirty with that one at the dinner table." The warrior spoke with a small shrug, a slight whimper causing him to turn his focus away from the ensuing argument between the two males. It was .. Cloud, she was waking up to the sounds of yelling. Not good, not good. She was a .. emotional girl screaming, fighting, tones raised high .. they all frightened her to the point of just breaking down into tears.By now, the Elf was furious, practically steaming. Face red of anger, "You ... you ... bastard!" The elf shouted, attempting to lunge at the male who was scooting toward his sister. Thought halted immediately by Deacon. Rage's attention quickly snapped to the elf, not pleased at all. "God damnit, Zander! Get the fuck out of here. I swear if my sister wakes bawling her eyes out because you wish to flip a lid every damn time Deacon and I .. fool around, well, you better hope you can run faster then I can, because if I catch you .. every damn bone in your body will break." Rage quickly chided, running his arm under his sister's head, her whimpers only growing louder as the room quieted down. Animosity could be felt clear in the air."Cloud, shuu .. everything is alright, I'm here." Rage whispered lightly to his sister, placing a small kiss down on the top of her head as she rolled over, cuddling up into his arms, head burying into his chest."Deacon," The warrior whispered lightly, enough to be heard clearly through the room. "Mind going to get some of medicine?" He asked, wincing slightly as he shifted in the bed, "Maybe bring some back for Cloud as well, for when she gets up." Rage simply just wanted to go back to bed, the time for his lust was over when Zander decided to get uppity."Thank you, Deacon." Rage spoke, without giving her much option to say yes or no. Maybe it'll give her time to talk to Zander about their 'relationship'. |
Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix | The mage dismissed his "thank you" with a loose wave of her hand while she escorted Zander out of their chamber. She said nothing to him, and the scalding lapse of silence was a chastising enough. "I'm sorry," he apologized, bowing his head in shame, "I ... I just get a little jealous. I realize my feelings aren't reciprocated and I promise from now on I'll act more like a man then a randy adolescent." The look in Deacon's tart beryl eyes made him feel like a complete, utter fool. She was the only entity that he had ever had the chance to come across that could alter his emotion with the pure flicker of her eyes. Aside from that, Zander felt chagrin well up inside of him to the envious elf, Rage did not harbor any genuine feeling towards the mage. To him, he believed she was a commodity a convenience, and nothing more. If the warrior failed to see that raw power and regalness the mage possessed so he deemed then the warrior was unfit to lay his eyes upon any woman and call himself a man. The Maker knew that the rogue's plight was unjust and ultimately incorrect, but his beliefs were his beliefs and he refused to be cajoled into thinking otherwise. "Do you at least see through him?" Zander questioned silently. There was an uncomfortable lapse of silence before she replied. "I see through everyone." The frigidity yet profoundness in her tone sent unwavering shivers down his spine. He was frightened by her voice and how cold it seemed, though he was cognizant that she had to be hard to the world, but stoic behind closed doors. With templars searching frantically for her to return her to the Circle Tower far in the northwest of Thedas, she couldn't spare to be soft and expose her weaknesses. "So ... what are you going to do? About the templars, I mean." While Deacon collected a platter of food from the main hall, she eyed the elf peculiarly. "Don't worry about it." He hadn't thought that whole time Deacon hadn't been devising some master plan? She was vastly intellectual and wise beyond her years. Shame on the elf if he thought otherwise. While the mage collected the food for the healing child, Zander left and returned with medicinal herbs for the child. They were raw, but Deacon was a herbalist and could conjure a healthy poultice of ingested serum for the child. "Bring these to Rage," she commanded. "Why can't you do it? You're comin' back, aren't ya?" he questioned in reply. "The maidens took my armor to be commissioned. I'm going to see if it's done ... and I have some things to pick up. We may be here for a while so I want to be prepared." |
Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix | Cloud whimpered a little bit more as she dug her face to hide in the male's chest, Rage had wrapped his arms around the girl. Petting her hair lightly, attempting to soothe the shaken girl. "Its okay, Cloud. You are safe now." The male spoke, tone light and caring. May be more then just the small argument held within the room, possibly nightmares from the drugs battling her sickness. Removing his hand from the top of the girl's head, the male reached for the blanket, pulling it up to cover them both up. The small hands of the girl clenching at his chest, Rage frowned slightly. Hated seeing his sister in any other mood then cheerful and childish. A light sigh passed through the lips of the male, hand resting atop of her head once more."Don't worry, Cloud. Nothing will harm you."Rage spoke in a whisper, leaning forward to place a kiss down on her head before looking forward. Deacon and Zander should be back relatively soon, the male only hoped to soothe his sister and get her back to bed before anything. A small yawn passed, the male could use some more sleep for his aching body. Feeling the girl practically slump over against his chest, a sigh of relief passing through his lips. "Must have had a bad dream mixed with the small argument." The male mumbled to himself lightly.Shaking his head lightly, attention turning to the door that slid open. To his surprise, it was Zander coming through the door rather then Deacon. Terrific. She left him with the medicine, neither would them take any of it til Deacon got back and checked it. Does the male trust Zander? No, hell no. Who is to say that he didn't put some poison in it for 'grabbing at his woman'."Just put it down over there and get out." Rage spoke, tone quickly turning to agitation by simply looking at the male."Deacon told me to make sure you took it." The elf quickly retorted, his facial expression showing nothing.Rage cocked his brow lightly, no, he wouldn't take anything. "You can leave it there or I'll chop your fucking hands off." The warrior growled, watching the Elf quickly do as he said. Shaking his head as he watched the elf bolt from his room. Shifting lightly on the bed, Cloud making a small groaning noise to his shift. A small smile returning to his face as he closed his eyes, shaking his head lightly."Sleep well, Cloud." |
Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix | The mage hadn't seen the likes of the sun in virtually a week. After Rage's brazen scuttle with an overgrown alpha ogre, he was left bedridden with cracked ribs and a substantially bruised sternum. Ultimately, this hindered the progression of their adventure but Deacon wouldn't feel fulfilled if Rage and his sister weren't completely healed. She felt herself cracking bending at the lack of sunlight. Her eyes craved to witness the flaxen glow of the overtly bright star every night she spent in Orzammar. Eventually she was subdued by the wantonness and ventured outside where the "surface dwellers" thrived outside of the city gates. A dwarven guard warned her to shield her eyes as they had grown accustomed to the darkness for many days. Deacon wasn't extremely convinced that a churning pool of lava was a healthy source of light but, the dwarves managed to dwell on it so she no longer questioned it. As the dwarf opened the doors, Deacon did as he suggested, veiling her jaded view with her hand. The first thing she seen was white. All white. A cool blast of air purged her bronzed flesh of soot and dust, sending pleasurable chills up and down her spine. The hawkish gale summoned her outside entirely she stepped out, one foot after another, finally gaining the gull to gaze up towards the sun. The sky was stunning a shade of drab silver, spotted with several eerie gray clouds. Falling from the heavens were somber white orbs, snowflakes, that fell in wet dunes over the frozen earth outside of the gates. For an hour she stood outside as still as stone. The snow collected on her shoulders and upon the top of her skull, seeping into her bone and causing mild discomfort, but her fervency regarding the outdoors was unending. That was, until, a familiar voice cried out. "The banshee woman? In Orzammar? Oh, the templars will be pleased to hear this!" The mysterious woman's voice was shrill and high, arrogant if anything. Deacon peered upward and caught a glimpse of the shade. Her eyes went hard in an instant while she shifted, knocking the collected snow from her shoulders. "Don't give me that look, Deacon. But I know. It's been too long. How have you been? Good I see, making a living for yourself ... traveling around with some low life warrior. Very unlike you!" The woman's berating voice made Deacon's anger stir. She held her stave tight in a furled fist. Her silence was if anything deafening, which irked the blond woman perched on a stone slab before her. "I apologize that you were so easily cajoled into working along side the templars. What did they offer you? A leeway to run before they slaughtered you?" "Actually, complete freedom," the blond replied, "they said if I brought you back to the Circle Tower, they'd destroy my phylactery." The mage was an irksome woman that went by the name Belladonna. She was a witch in every sense of the word backstabbing, untrustworthy, deceitful and if anything, a conceited sociopath. Though a relatively attractive creature with long, tight flaxen curls, she was a monster and a powerful shapeshifter. Deacon and her had butted heads since the day they uttered hellos and more often then not, Deacon arose triumphant. "Of course ... we both know I can't bring you back. So! I have another plan!" She giggled and leaped from her resting spot while taking two steps through the snow. With a mysterious wriggle of her bony fingers she assumed the form of an enormous arachnid and lunged forward. The second Deacon took a defensive stance the woman reassumed her human form, leaped over Deacon's head and swatted her on the back with her hand. It was a light impact that hadn't staggered the armor wearing mage, but she worried about it. "As I was saying, I can't bring you in because as much as it pains me to say it you're physically superior to me. So I'll just let my little tracking brand lead the templars to you. As long as your heart is beating, the brand will stay active." Amidst her cocky explanation, Deacon subdued her with a powerful swarm of arcane magic and pressed her staff to the blond's throat. "And if the owner of the brand dies it disappears, does it not? When the templars find your body, I'll make sure they know that you were euthanized, not murdered." |
Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix | It had been a long, painful enduring week for the warrior. Ribs seemed to ache and bother him no matter what he did. Walk, shift some in the bed, touch it ever so lightly. Bedridden was the least of his worries, it was not being able to god damn move was his problem. Every slight movement aggravated it in some way, turning over took twenty fucking minutes rather then the two three seconds it should. Hell, Deacon had to take care of his sister for him because it was that bad. Dwarven medicine didn't seem to work, Deacons drugs? God damn, he hounded her constantly! 'Pleasseeeee .... Deaconnnnnnnnnn! Gimme drugs!' He would plead, beg, grovel at her feet for them. They worked and sent him on a hell of a trip, normally dealing with Deacon causing Zander to go into a jealous rage.Well, that was until four days ago where he was bunked with a dwarven female. Then he didn't care for Deacon, just tossed her aside like she was nothing. Then, toward the end of the week! Guess what! The girl wasn't even of age and Zander decided to take her flower. Oh, man. He, yet again, got out of something again. Should've been skinned several times now. Rage didn't find out until Cloud was blabbering about it to him, she was joking and trying to play around with Rage .. which he was very limited in doing, when she was spoke that they gave their money from all the Darkspawn looting to a Dwarf. Of course, Rage got pissed tried climbing out of the bed to go find and kill Zander. That didn't happen."Sir! Get back to your bed! Sir!" A female voice called as she followed the staggering warrior to the Gates of Orzammar."Oh, shut the hell up!" Rage howled back, right arm wrapped around his torso .. wincing in pain as he hobbled through the corridor half dressed. Breeches tied loosely at his waist, boots untied at his feet with only the bandage wrapping on his chest. Cloud followed quietly behind the dwarven women who tried to persuade the male to get back to his bed."Sir! Please, you aren't healed fully! You need rest!"Rage grunted heavily in disagreement, "I'm fine! Go to hell!" The warrior continued to howl as he moved to the gates, the guards opening them. A white light blinding the male as he stepped foot outside the gates, "AHhhh!" The male howled, left hand attempting to block the light from his closed eyes. "So bright!" He continued, the guards letting out muffled laughs at Rage's expense. Cloud running outside, hindered only slightly by the light. God damn kids.Rage closed his eyes tightly before opening them slowly,'Blasted sun ... damn light.'the warrior thought as he looked over to Deacon and some other female. His primary concern to come out here was Deacon, she wasn't planning to run off, did she? Hell, if she was .. he was going with! He would not be stuck with Zander! Gripping his right side lightly, the male took in a deep breath. "And where areyougoing?" Rage asked with a slight annoyance, question directed toward Deacon. "You best not expect to leave me with our good little friend who now put us in the whole .... again." |
Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix | "Oh, is that you're little warrior friend? Seems like he's quite frail, being subdued so easily by darkspawn. The templars will be pleased to know that your primary mode of defense is no longer sufficient." Infuriated by Belladonna's arrogant sputtering, Deacon thrust the blunt end of her newly commissioned weapon into the blond's thin throat. A frail squeak passed her lips as she trembled with raw agony, but still managed to adorn the same narcissistic smile she had before. While Deacon was distracted by Rage's unnecessary appearance, Belladonna discreetly summoned what strength she had and assumed the form of a field mouse. "Fuck!" the tiny creature scampered away to safety, within the cold walls of a snowy dune. Much to Deacon's chagrin she summoned an enormous burst of blue flame which melted the dune upon impact, but during the time it took for Deacon to conjure her mana, Belladonna was able to flee. It was rare that Deacon displayed her frustration, but today was one of those days. She howled vehemently, booting a nearby collection of snow which swiveled into the wind with her strength. The one time she had found Belladonna the sneaky blond managed to slip through her fingers. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" she turned to take her anger out on the brazen warrior who had ventured out from his quarters. "You're supposed to be in bed, resting. And where's your sister? You left her alone?" She began cursing silently under her breath and turned her back on the man, watching the path that lead down the mountain. Her voice was calmer this time around. "I'll be back soon." |
Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix | Rage's eyes quickly formed into a glare as the Mage began to question him with a few choice curse words in her sentences. Crossing his arms over his chest, the warrior sidestepped to the right slightly. The little girl smiled innocently and gave Deacon a small wave. "If you are to believe that I would simply leave my sister alone in Orzammar or with Zander, then you clearly have me mistaken. Didn't go through all the trouble to get her back just to throw away all my responsibilities as a brother." Rage spoke with a small grunt, the girl's arms quickly wrapping around his leg, laughing lightly. She had no idea what was going on, was just happy to be outside for once .. well, outside the Deep Roads and Orzammar."Back soon, eh? Well, I warn you now. You don't return by tomorrow, I will come find you." Rage spoke firmly in reply, rotating his right arm lightly before looking down to Cloud, giving her a small smile before looking back to the Mage. "And I will bring a club. This club won't be there for show, either." Grinning lightly, he was sure she understood what he meant by bringing a club. Go caveman on her and bonk her on the head. Rage let out a small sigh, looking to the little girl once more. "Oh, you may want to not stay away for far too long. I'm pretty sure Zander was being Zander again." Letting off a shrug, the male turned back toward the gates of Orzammar, patting Cloud on the head. The male wouldn't last very long if he was to deal with Zander's antics ... not right now, at least.Rage retreated back to his bed, the nurse spewing idle threats about getting the guards to make sure he stayed in bed from here on out. The warrior would simply take the empty threats in stride until the dwarfs showed they were going to back them, then .. well, there'd be some fighting. Some bloodshed. Broken bones, and of course! Deaths! And then Rage would no longer be able come to Orzammar. Grunting lightly, "Three more fucking weeks of this damn shit." The male spoke in between his grunts. He hated, hated, hated being bed ridden. Rage's arrogance felt that it was better for him to be up and about to help heal his wounds, not medicine and rest. Though, he did like the drugs that the Mage gave him from time to time. Helped sleep come faster then what the dwarves have given him. |
Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix | Despite Rage's commands, Deacon trekked down the mountain pass to a snowy copse of trees where she discovered an iced over pond. While she did not condone self punishment, she realized she needed a way to reflect on her decisions and poor performance concerning her encounter with Belladonna, the master shapeshifter from Orlais. She combed over the ice with her ginger ale eyes and noted a watery region. She approached the bank and slowly submerged herself in it. At the instant she felt her skin burn with an unfamiliar sensation, ridden with sharp, stabbing pricks. She felt her heart come to a painful slow her tawny flesh turned blue from the hawkish water and her teeth chattered uncontrollably. Since tending to Rage's wounds and traveling with him in general she hadn't had any time to practice nonchalance or peace of mind. This may have been the aspect that made her lose her battle to the Orlesian shapeshifter. Because she was not able to still her mind and thoughts, she was troubled, frantic even, and could not find her innermost complaisance. After hours in and out of the rivulet, so her heart could return to a normal beat she was able to find her peace again. It consisted of meditation, stretching, and physical discipline. When even tide burned through the sky, she knew her day to herself was coming to a close. She trekked back up the mountain shivering as the harsh mesa air tore through her clammy, cold skin and asked for the dwarven guards to let her return to the city. During her venture to the Diamond Quarter, she had a thought with the cold water bringing her heart to a slow and inevitably, a temporary stop wouldn't that technically mean the brand would be dispelled? She couldn't practice something so dangerous on her lonesome she would need someone to return heat to her body when her heart stopped and otherwise revive her. The warm was inviting something, for the first time ever, she had welcomed. Her quarters were quiet she believed the physicians whisked Cloud off, or she was sleeping, but she hadn't quite taken note of the child yet. Rage, too, was nowhere to be seen. She took this time to disdain her wet clothing and position them by the hearth she rummaged through her belongings, wrapping a tight, cotton black bandeau around her body and finding a warm cardigan to warm her icy corpse. It was then she heard the singing of water and ginger footfalls they were too heavy to be Cloud's. |
Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix | It wasn't a thirst of battle that drove the male into his near homicidal rage it was everything. Battle brought him peace. Broken ribs, Zander, being bed ridden for three more weeks and now Deacon leaving. That .. pushed him to his homicidal rage. Took four dwarven guards to subdue him long enough for a nurse to give him a tranquilizer. The day passed quickly under that 'medicine', he didn't remember a thing after that. Until that, he could remember it perfectly. Why couldn't he just go back to killing Darkspawn?A deep sigh passed through the lips of the male, Cloud had been running about with a young dwarven child. Cloud standing only a couple inches taller then this said child, who she quickly became friends with. Rage told her to stay clear of getting into trouble, she was inquisitive by nature. He wouldn't stop that stealing, fighting, cursing. That wouldn't sit with the male. He may act like an arrogant, curse swearing low life. That didn't give her the reason to go around mimicking him, he wouldn't stand for it. She'd be a lady, ladies do not act like such ... unless you are a lady named Deacon. Then you simply skate on people just because Zander lost his money, not once, but twice now. Grumbling to himself lightly, the male sunk deeper into the tub. The hot water easing slight tension in his ribs, wincing every time he shifted.The male had taken it fairly hard by now. Deacon's 'disappearance' lead him to believe she had simply said 'Fuck it, I'm done with you guys.' and left. She had every right to do so, Rage didn't discredit that because he had yet to pay her like negotiated. For reasons unknown to him the warrior simply took it hard. Her disappearance symbolized that he would have to deal with two children after he got better. Cloud and Zander. One of which he would rather drown in a lake and not have to worry about, and no, he wasn't talking about Cloud. Grunting lightly, "God damn, mage. Should have never been so quick to trust her." The male grunted, quickly howling some as he shifted, causing a pain in his side to rack his body.Nails digging into the stone slabs, "Oh, and yay, I get to deal with fuckin' Zander now, too. Wonder where his dumb ass is. Probably chasing some one, wracking up more gold that we have to pay people with to keep them from skinning his hide." The male continued to tirade, shaking his head in disgust. "Why can't I enjoy this damn bath in peace!" Rage spoke, slamming a balled up fist into the side of the tub. A crack showing from his impact. |
Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix | The mage felt mellow calm, even after Rage so vehemently spat on her name time and time again. She didn't feel anger anymore it was this complaisance she hosted that defined her persona she was not a violent human being, and traveling with a temperamental warrior and overtly hormonal rogue didn't help her cause. Before addressing the warrior, she plopped down on the bed and rubbed her feet with her strong, jeweled hands, tending to the sore compilations of hawkish pain that lived there. It waned soon enough and she stood, stretching her heels and ankles, then swiveling on her soles. She cringed at the disturbing sound of marble cracking under Rage's raw strength his anger was something, too, she felt had to be controlled or at least, expelled. Everyone had an outlet. For her it was mental and bodily discipline while for Rage, it was the thrill of battle the sensation of adrenaline pouring through his body while he bore through fetid darkspawn flesh with his blade. As she approached the man, her footfalls virtually inaudible, she knelt down near the crown of the marble and placed her now warm hands on his shoulders. His flesh was hot moist with the water he was bathing on, but hard from the many times he had battled. Her fingers rested idly for an instant, gauging the density of his tendons and the amount of knots his mistreated muscles were holed up in. She hadn't said a word to him, merely, let her fingers talk the peppered up near his neck then down around his shoulder blades where she yet again, took note of several horrid scars. |
Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix | Rage heard the door creek open, but no sounds of feet pressing against the hard floor. Grunting lightly, "Damnit, dwarfs, get the hell out!" The warrior howled, continuing to hear no footsteps nor someone replying. The warrior continued to grumble under his breath, to himself. Mainly about everything and not being able to fight. It was the only thing that seemed to not be an issue. It was! Blood! Guts! Gore! Death! Swinging Ageless around decapitating worthless Darkspawn. Killing them by the hundreds. What could be better!?"Close the damn door, I am in the " Rage felt the fingers dig deep into his shoulders, a tremendously great feeling. The warrior felt quick work, whoever was rubbing his shoulders surely was amazing with their hands. A light moan escaped his lips, quickly covering it up with a long, exaggerated sigh of relief. Yes, the warrior was deeply enjoying whoever was rubbing his shoulder muscles. Built up tension, soreness it all went there the most. Given that he had to carry a relatively heavy sword, swinging it was no easy challenge either. Leaning forward, the male covered another moan with a harsh breath of air. Though, quickly covered up with a grunt from moving in the tub. The male's thoughts went completely dead, rage built up inside him gone. If someone close to him knew that it shut him up completely, they could use it to their advantage when he runs him mouth in anger, frustration or just cause.Leaning back once more, the male sat up in the tub. Allowing whoever was behind him to rub his shoulders as a whole. "My .. god .. " Rage muttered lightly, these hands were very skilled indeed. Whoever was behind him seemed to hit a lot of his knots, if not all of them. "This .. is far better that Deacon's drugs." The warrior continued, letting out a silent laugh. "If you are still here when I'm out of this tub, I'm going to have to buy you a brew. This is just .. amazing." Opening his eyes, 'Unless this is something from Zander .. what did he dooo ' "Ooohhh " The warrior chimed, completely nullifying any thought of Zander doing something wrong in his head. |
Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix | From what Deacon noticed, Rage hadn't cared well for his body. But, what Fereldan man did? This province, compared to all of Thedas, was considered the most barbarian the most callow. It was young and inexperienced, unaware of the medical advances that were being made elsewhere. Luckily, Deacon had studied such practices, enough to be deemed as efficient. She was pleased to touch his skin, or at least, give him relief from his haunting physical agony. She drove the heels of her palms up over his shoulders in an arc like motion, untying knotted muscle that hid below his tortured flesh while each of her wanton digits soothed the pain she may have inflicted. While she had to be rough with his tendons, her touch was still gentle and caring, hesitant during some periods. At the mention of her pharmaceuticals, she couldn't help but to chuckle, though she kept it under wraps as not to disturb the man's lounging. Had his body sincerely been this deprived of such sensations? Had he not experienced them? The reason why she was so flexible and portable was because she often massaged her muscles following an intense battle, but not Rage by the looks of things she believed he just dropped his sword and tossed himself on the nearest, most appealing bed. The woman was prudent to go to far, though she let her hands travel down his spine as far as she could extend them and tended to the muscle there, then rested on his sides where they played up his ribcage. |
Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix | Rage could only coo in delight, his throat too tense to produce words. Brain too busy enjoying the massaging sensation on his back to think of anything to say. The male was in utter bliss, Rage has heard of getting massages before. Normally from old people who's muscles tensed at the slightest movement, he was always judgmental on it. Thinking it was something for soft girly men or old folks. Clearly, it was something enjoyable for everyone. Grunting lightly, the male felt a light pain as the fingers pressed into the side that held his broken ribs. Just a slight touch near the bruised area sent shocks of pain coursing through his body. Coursing his hands along the sides of the tub, the warrior grabbed lightly every time the person behind him ran their fingers over the bruised skin.Leaning back, the male forced the hands to retreat from rubbing. Rage felt good, better then he had when he hopped in. A smile of delight rested on his lips, head leaning back, eyes shut as well. A deep exhale passed through his nostrils, shoulders sinking a bit to drop his body into the cooling water. Opening his eyes slowly, the male wanted to see who it was to give him the massage. Whoever it was was definitely skilled in those arts, would need to be thanked thoroughly for their effort in grinding out the knots and tense spots on his body.And what a shocker Deacon. Shaking his head lightly, the male closed his eyes again before opening his mouth to speak. Though, it closed awfully quickly. His first thought was to be rude, even after the wonderful feeling she gave his body. "Thank you, Deacon." The male spoke lightly, almost in a whispered tone. "I guess that is another thing I will need to owe you for." Woo, already being even more in debt. One hundred sovereigns, would be a lifetime before the male could get that sort of money again. "But yes, its good to see you back." The warrior continued after a slight amount of silence, "I appreciate the back rub, tremendously. I shall work extra hard when my ribs are completely healed to get you your money back." A light laugh passing, "Even if I must be up hookers to get some of my money started." Shaking his head lightly, ah, that was simply a joke. The male would never hit a woman, let alone one who already has enough problems on their hands."Mind doing me a favor?" The male asked, opening his eyes for a moment. "Cloud is playing with a dwarven child, I wanted you to see if you can find her. She's yet to take her medicine, I would like her to get much better before completely forgetting about it. Mind finding her and ask her to take it? Force her if you must, better for her to get completely better then fall back to where she was." The male planned to sit in the tub for a bit longer before dressing, then moving his ass back to the bed and passing out. |
Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix | At Rage's behest, the amazonian woman departed, trekking down the shimmer corridors in Lord Harrowmont's chamber. She was pleased to not be subjected to the city's politics despite having accepted Harrowmont's aid and housing with him until Rage was entirely healed. While searching for Cloud, she was able to further reflect on her decisions what to do in the future, where she was to go from here,. Ideas flooded to her like a heavy rainstorm, but she wasn't able to set them in a chronological order just yet. While exploring the corridors she was given an odd look by several of the maidens who had grown accustomed to Deacon's over the past week or so. They always noted her armor, which was slim yet heavy, and disfigured her magnificent curves. But now, Deacon was defenseless, adorning clothing that fitted her lean frame without even a suggestion that she was wearing armor for protection. The women were astonished, guffawed even, to see that the mage had such a feminine body underneath her layers. In the foyer, which was heavily guarded by Harrowmont's most polished lackeys, she found Cloud and a dwarven child frolicking. Instantly Cloud noted Deacon's appearance and veered over to her side, bidding her farewells to the child. Silently Deacon guarded the sickly looking girl, peering down the corridor after her while she, too, explored them. "I'm hungry," Deacon heard the child chant. It was getting fairly late and, as far as Deacon known, Rage and his sister had gone without supper. But, that could wait, at least for now. Deacon had conjured up a plan that could save her time, expecting that Rage wouldn't be so quick to let her disappear. When they arrived, Deacon insured the doors was closed. Cloud leaped upon the cot, enthused by the softness of the blankets while Deacon addressed Rage in a cordial yet informal manner. "That mage you seen earlier, the one I was trying to kill," she began, " ... she managed to place a tracking brand on me. They are sigils that allow the inflicters to track victims by following their heartbeats. There are two ways to dispel it, however: to either find a powerful, upperclass mage to disperse it, or to stop my heart beat entirely." She paused for a moment, running her hands over her pert cheekbones and flattening her hair against her skull. "Stopping my heart is out of the question, dangerous and if anything, fatal. In order to successfully insure it's dispersion, I need to visit the Fereldan Circle Tower. I know someone that may be willing to help." Yet another lapse of silence. "I've already mulled over your injures, which would be a terrible hindrance I can heal you, almost entirely in one night, but it's a tedious and painful process. It will take away much of both my mana and stamina and I'll pretty much be unconscious for virtually 12 hours." |
Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix | The warrior had dipped in and out of sleep after withdrawing himself from the tub, clothing himself after. Taking in a deep breath, the male noted the small figure push through the doors followed by Deacon's. Watching Cloud move to the cot, cuddle up with the blanket. A light smile passing on the face of the male, quickly fading when he noted the doors to their chambers closing. As soon as the girl start speaking, the warrior's brow cocked in interest. Where exactly was this topic going to go?The male kept himself quiet, light yawns here and there as he paid full attention to the mage. "Hrm," Rage spoke, hand moving to his chin, rubbing lightly. So, pretty much, Deacon was now wanted by Templars to take her back to the Circle Tower in Ferelden .. yet, to remove this bran, she needs to go to the Circle tower? Now, the thing that really irked him is that .. she had this sort of spell that could completely heal him yet leave her vulnerable for twelve hours and she is bring it up NOW!? Three weeks into his healing process? Awesome, completely awesome. The male could have been able to walk around without aid, without bandages and she could have had already gone through this process before now? Shaking his head lightly, "Well, for one, you aren't even leaving to go to the Circle Tower without me." Rage spoke, pushing himself up in the bed. "Two, this process that will leave you in a sleep sate for twelve hours. How long will it take for you to be able to use it? Is there some sort of thing you may need to do before it?" The warrior asked, some what curiously. "I want this to happen immediately, then as soon as you wake after your sleep, we can get a move on."Rage nodded, looking over to the girl. "Of course, we'd be leaving after everyone was well fed and had slept. Surely not going to go to the Circle Tower with an apostate and not be completely full on stamina." Stretching lightly, his hands moving to the light bandage he managed to wrap, loosely, around his ribs. "So, get this thing started. Then we can get moving on our journey, I'm tired of being bed ridden anyways." Rage grunted lightly, a light smile on his face. Excited to not have to deal with his injury and all that fun stuff that goes with it. Pain medicine, medicine in general. Bed rest, the constant trying to keep his weight off of it. It grew tiresome, quickly. |
Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix | As Deacon mentioned, the healing process was taxing. After everyone including herself had eaten a hearty meal, she asked Rage if Cloud could sleep in another chamber that night so Deacon's spell would go undisturbed. She laid the afflicted man down on their bed, commanding that he lay completely still and let himself fall into a deep slumber. She gently anchored her hands over his chest, wary of the healing bones, then closed her eyes. A burning warmth erupted from her core and flooded into her hands her fingertips itched with a desirable heat, though she did her best to subdue overwhelming amounts of it. For virtually eight hours she knelt their, offering him her life her essence, until her body could no longer sacrifice anymore. Her stamina withered away to absolutely nothing. While healing him, she lost her consciousness and slumped down next the dormant warrior. Her heart slowed but did not stop just as her body struggled to regrow its lost stamina. A groan suddenly left her full lips. Futilely, she flopped over, stricken by a lack of body heat which she was warmed with during her slumber. Even now as her rest was disturbed she felt a sensation, as if something was welling up inside of her, replenishing her share energy. Deacon was not fond of the synergy spell a spell which, with the aid of a powerful entropic magic, was able to share her own physical wellness with another. It was a vexing process which siphoned all of her mana and stamina, but shortly thereafter it returned. Though groggy, she managed to collect her belongings, wary that Rage may have already discussed Cloud's new sleeping arrangements with the dwarven maidens housed by Harrowmont. She ambled into the bathing chamber and splashed stagnant, room temperature water onto her face then heaved a sickening groan. Her stomach griped for sustenance but for now, she would have to deny it such. Bells run in her head and, suddenly, a knock at the door. "Miss Deacon! Warrior!" she cried. Deacon peeled open the door, rubbing her eyes. "There are templars here looking for you! Quick! You must follow me, I can show you a safe way out. Come!" |
Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix | "Ahhhh!" Rage exclaimed as he stepped out of the door, Deacon had still be passed out. The male made sure to chase Zander off before he could get his grimy little mits on a completely defenseless Deacon. Knowing him, he'd take the opportunity to try to bed Deacon ... awake or not. The male was obsessed with her, so, it wouldn't fall past him if he knew she would be alone for a few hours. Taking in a deep breath, the male's face had a wide grin on it. His body felt amazing! His side a bit tender, but ribs were completely fine. Like a gust of second wind coursed through him, completely clearing up any injuries or stiff spots on the male's fatigued body.Currently, Rage was on his way to speak with the representative of the Harrowmont House. Plans to ask if they would house his little sister a few more days while she recovered from the remaining illness in her body, that, and to simply babysit her while Deacon, Zander and him go to the Circle Tower. It would be something too dangerous to bring a little girl to. Most likely there was to be a fight, since .. Deacon is an Apostate, she won't be a person who is welcomed with 'open arms'.Stretching his arms above his head, the male had successfully bought Cloud another two weeks here. Sure, it wouldn't bethatlong but he needed to make sure they would watch over her. Good news, too! He did it without threats of burning their whole place down, killing everyone on the inside. And who said he couldn't be a gentle, kind person? Shaking his head lightly, the male smile still rested on his face. Hands pressing against the back of his head as his elbows were propped up in the air. Moving up the stairs, the plea for the warrior and Deacon rang through the halls. Quickly his little prance turned into a full on sprint toward the room. Sliding to a halt as he reached the door, just able to hear the end of it. "Templars?! Already!?" The male exclaimed, moving past the dwarven female practically jumping over the short being. Grabbing his stuff, the male quickly strapped his sword to the back, turning to look at Deacon. Giving her a nod, eyes turning to look at Zander who strolled in leisurely. "Zander!"The shout of his name made the poor elf jump back, "What! I didn't do anything, I swear!" The male pleaded."No! No! Templars are here after Deacon, we need to go! This dwarf is showing us a way out! Get your shit and lets go!" Rage spoke, his demeanor in more of a .. friendly tone rather then hostile and crazy. Something that caught the poor Elf off guard.Zander's eyes turned to the mage, "I'm sorry but I cannot go. I should stay here."Gritting his teeth lightly, Rage looked to Deacon, "We have no time to convince cowardice out of Zander, we need to move." |
Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix | A frantic Deacon sought after her belongings specifically her armor, staff and satchel fixing the light protective gear to her body in easily less then two minutes. The female dwarf had been kind enough to bring her a cloak, originally meant to be a token of their gratitude but had not been finished being tailored. Despite that taxing hindrance, she believed Deacon would have need of it for now. The woman draped the shawl over her shoulders, pulling up the hood of her mane before chiding Rage. "Quiet!" she commanded, "This is no longer an instance where you can shout and cry as you please. I require that you practice nonchalance outbursts, vehemence ... this will get me caught and you killed." She strapped her satchel to her backside as perusual, adjusting the strap when Zander announced that he refused to go with them to the tower. This did not surprise Deacon. It was a prison a cursed place, often depicting a lonely and very solitary aura. Rather then give him piece of mind she trekked off, silently following behind the maiden. "This way! Quickly!" she uttered softly. At the end of the hallway was a room, seemingly empty, save for a few chests and a massive rune that seemed to have belonged to the Shaperate once upon a time. The tiny woman displayed brute strength by moving the ruin on her lonesome, revealing a tiny door which lead into some of the underground tunnels surrounding Orzammar. "This way. Keep traveling straight until you come to the underground lake there is a boat there in which you can use to cross it. From there take a right it will lead you to the surface. Now go! Hurry!" |
Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix | The tunnel that led to the surface was a little ... shorter then the female dwarf mention. Rather, forgot to mention. Since Zander was staying in Orzammar, Rage told him to look after his sister, shortly after being chided like usual by Deacon. Rage trusted most dwarves as far as he could throw them, so, it was generally a good idea to leave someone that they knew with the responsibility. Did Rage believe he would regret asking Zander to watch? Oh, by the Maker, yes, he did. Zander handled responsibility like he handled gold, poorly. Same thing could be said about Rage in certain manners, though, when it came to his sister saying that was complete bullshit. The warrior kept his head down as he followed Deacon through the tunnel, he was not to bark orders and say he would led the way because she'd end up striking him or something. Wasn't the time to be all gun ho and be the leader, the apostate mage needed to get out, and quickly.Taking in a short breath, Rage continued to follow the mage through the tunnel, they had taken a left already. Shouldn't be too much longer til they got to the surface. "Deacon," Rage spoke lightly, pausing for a moment, "I've been thinking, mainly about a way to kill two birds with one stone." Pausing for a moment to listen to she if she had any sarcastic retort, "Now, you are an apostate, one who can't simply walk up to the tower and be all friendly like nothing has happened before. So, I was thinking about how to get you in which I'm sure you have as well and how to get your gold payment, as well." Taking in a breath, Rage coughed slightly. Inhaled some of the lingering dust that remained in the tunnel. "I was thinking since I'm a brute and have a short temper, we could play a trick on the Templars and Mages at the Circle Tower. Fake like I had captured you, I demand gold in return for your capture and arrival back at the tower, where they can do whatever.""Now, I'm sure they will disagree at first, so, we're really have to going to play this out which I'm sure you'll take full enjoyment in," Rage spoke, grunting lightly as he helped push the boulder blocking their exit to the surface. "You're going to have to blast me." Rage spoke simply, he knew it was going to hurt, a lot but, it was a chance he had to take to make sure it looked like he had captured her. "Then when I show you are harming simple 'civilians', they'll take you, give me a reward and a bed. That night, I will break you out of where they put you and we can go about finding someone who can help you." The male spoke, nodding as he stretching his arms above his head. Unstrapping his tunic, the male placed it down on the ground. He would need to be struck either now or never. It would be easily to spot if it was just recently, it was a day or so walk from Orzammar, so, it would be enough time to scab and, or scar. "So, take all that pent up anger, frustration that Zander and I have forced upon you and give me a good one."The male took several, several steps back. Up close and personally would, well, kill him. At this safe distance of twenty or so yards, he'll just feel really, really fucked up. "Ready when you are." Rage spoke, giving her a nod. Well, ready as he will ever be. Magics .. hurt and he didn't really want to deal with it, but, was for the best, right? |
Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix | At last. The outdoors. Deacon felt a refreshing wave wash over her, consumed her mind and body, ebb the singed flesh she received from the heat of the underground haven Orzammar. Her eyes drank in the sight of a light falling snow, each of the delicate, hawking orbs descending towards the earth and dressing the nearby pines in a delicate white blanket. It was unfortunate they were unearthed in the middle of a the forest, and it would be difficult to navigate to its exit, but it would have the lonely pair some time to discuss their plan concerning the Circle Tower. When Rage suggested his quite ... well, relatively intelligible plan, she swallowed a sheepish smirk. While this would be a very enlightening game, she feared she may severely injure him if she didn't pick a proper spell. Frost, lightening, fire, earth, arcane ... all could kill him if inflicted properly. She lifted her hands, palms facing towards the skies they began to shimmer several different shades, from an ardent reddish hue to an electric cerulean. Fire may have been the best to prove that she had damaged him in some manner, so that was what she had chosen. "I'm sorry, Rage." Her tone was genuine. The flames grew, brighter, stronger, until they were glowing so bright that they could be seen from the mountain tops. When the spell had matured she released it the fire ripped through the ground, melting feet upon feet of snow and finding his chest. It devoured the thin layer of flesh over his sternum and eventually died as quickly as it was conjured. She began approaching the man, reaching into her satchel and producing a questionable looking plant. "Chew on this," she offered, "It will dulll the pain and may make you a little dizzy ... but at least the burn won't be too much of a hindrance. When we arrive at the tower, I will heal the burn since it's only minor." |
Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix | Rage stumbled back several steps, the blast had hit him directly in the sternum ... and hurt like a son of a bitch, but, he expected this. Holding his ground after stepping back, eyes wincing in pain. Hands clenched, fingers digging into his palms. The pain endured just from that single blast alone, well, in a simple statement. "Holy fucking god damn mother !!! " Rage exclaimed in pain, hands immediately moving to his stomach. "AHH!" He shouted again, removing his hands from his flesh, shaking them. Why did his stomach burn!? Gritting his teeth, the male's jaw muscle clenched, he needed to resist the urge to scream curses into the wilderness, they were being chased and he had asked for it. She really didn't hold back, not at all. Holy hell. By the Maker was his stomach hurt, "I think .. I would go with a broken rib than that .. ever again." So! He would kill all mages, blood mages, apostates first! Anything with a fucking dress, he would kill. Armor folk take too long, people in frail clothing he could cut through like a hot knife going through butter.Taking in a deep breath, the male continued to inhale and exhale. The mage walking over to hand him something to help with his pain, "Deacon, I'm glad you are on my side." Rage spoke with a nod, "I will honestly think twice before threatening you ... ever again. That, well, you are the first person to make me want to run around holding my stomach bawling my eyes out." The male spoke, nodding, "Now, you keep that between us. A real man admits his feelings .. that really, really fucking hurt. I honestly hope you feel better." The warrior continued, taking the piece of plant. Placing the tip on his lips, the male held it in place before picking up his leather tunic, quickly strapping it onto his torso. A hiss moving past his lips, minor burn? Bullshit, that was like .. 'his whole stomach flesh gone' burn. Removing the plant from his mouth, the male examined it. Eyes wincing in pain, body moving back as if he was dry heaving. "Holy hell .. " The male muttered, shaking his head lightly. Using his right hand to wipe the water forming in his eyes, that fucking hurt! Like immensely! Rage thought his rib hurt from being popped back into place? By the Maker, hell no. That was no little fire ball."Alright, now, this plant. I only chew, or is it safe to swallow? Because I don't want another one of those drugs where I have a raging erection, not that it wasn't bad .. I would rather not walk up to the Circle Tower with a hard on, they may lead me to their leader." Laughing lightly, ahhh, church boys. "But yes, I do appreciate the plant, how soon will the flesh on my stomach grow back?" Rage spoke lightly, looking around the forest, "And after you, Deacon, I'm sure you know your way around these parts better then I." It was true, the male and the wild equaled a good four hours walking around in a circle. He wasn't 'terrible' with sense of direction, just not that good. |
Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix | Oddly enough, Rage had handled the spell quite well. Others would have been on their knees, screaming to the skies or writhing about on the ground. While he ... wasn't the quietest of victims, he was still standing, and that alone was a sign that his endurance was much more durable then she had previously believed. "Surprisingly, I don't feel better," she replied rather drably, reassuring that her satchel was secured comfortable around her waist, swiftly combing through her inventory. She still had a feasible amount of roots and herbs that would last them their trek to the Circle Tower. There she could restock if she was able to successfully skulk about and access their storage rooms. "It's meant to be ingested. Make sure to swallow it entirely." She dismissed Rage's suddenly optimistic antics while examining the sky. The sun was setting ... faster then she had expected, and tonight she knew it would be moonless. They would have no light to guide there way through the forest and onto the main road. They would be left to the discretion of the forest. Admittedly she was pleased he was able to take the situation so lightly and laugh about the horrendous burn he just received. Maybe it was just his body going into shock who knew for certain. "No plant at least, that I know of can instantly regrow singed flesh. I'm still very weak from that healing spell and my mana is virtually nonexistent at the moment or else I would heal it now. When we arrive at the tower I'll steal some of their lyrium and heal you then. For now, you'll have to persevere." She gave the man a reassuring grin, something she hadn't shown in quite some time, then began leading him through the forest in an attempt to discover the main road. |
Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix | Rage laughed lightly, "Well, hurry up and create a potion that can do that." A light smile gracing his face, eyes still examining the plant as he followed behind her. Times like these, he wish he grabbed a torch. Taking in a deep breath, the male placed the plant into his mouth. Chewing lightly, "Oh, by the Maker .... " The warrior spoke, practically dry heaving as he continued to chomp on the plant. "Why didn't I just swallow it whole ... ? " The male questioned himself out loud, swallowing the balled up substance. "Ick .. ick .. ick .. " The male repeated, shaking his head lightly. "That tasted like .. dwarf bread mixed with their extremely nasty ale. Added with some spoiled milk." Shaking his head lightly, "Very, very unpleasant." The warrior continued, now wishing he had a canteen to wash this nasty taste from his mouth. Why must everything that will help you feel better taste really horrible?Taking in a deep breath, finally, the bad taste was gone from his mouth .. the only thing he had to deal with now was a relatively hot, dry mouth. Terrible, terrible combination. Water would be amazing, so amazing right now. "Deacon, would you be ever so kind to share some water that you have? If you have some, of course." Rage was trying to be polite in his slight time of need, his stomach felt somewhat better but not his mouth was just on fire. "I have this really bad burning sensation in my mouth and would like water to wash it down." Well, at least he could hope, of course.Rage shook his head lightly, it was getting late. The male worked to start the fire while Deacon went off to find a few more plants, or something. "Ah, how Deacon could make this lit faster but still expend her mana, so, it maybe better for me to do this." Rage spoke to himself, clinking the two rocks together. Trying to make a spark that would lite the dried grass on fire, which then would start the dried twigs on fire, which would get the logs. A light sigh passing, the male slammed the rocks together several more times. Watching the sparks quickly lite the dried grass on fire. Grabbing the stick beside him, the male poked and prodded the flame, stirring it around the logs. At least he got it started, that was good. Unstrapping his leather tunic, the male lifted the part over his stomach. Wincing a bit as the fabric was stuck to his flesh, groaning lightly. "Shit .. should've put a bandage on it or something ... maybe Deacon has some." |
Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix | "Eat the snow." She realized her tone was slightly emotionless, but that's how she felt emotionless. Her body was flimsy and fatigued, vulnerable if anything, and here Rage was, babbling on like a child. As the sun began to set and the darkness crept in, Deacon realized they could go no further without being subjected to the dangers of the forest. She pressed her full lips in a hard line, sorting through the dense darkness until she found a feasibly placed copse of bushes. They would provide a decent cover for the time being. She hobbled over and inspected them with her hands, dusting off excess snow inside the ringlet was fresh, untouched grass, thanks to the cover of the low riding trees which had shielded the plants from the elements. She was relieved and knelt down on the ground, pleased by the soft bedding supplied by the foliage. It was there she undid her satchel, resting it near the tree's folds, wrapping her cloak securely around her body. Because her body was so weak, she was not able to generate heat so easily. When Rage erected the fire, she flocked to it, catching the last portion of his statement. "Don't p put anything on it," she trembled. At that very instant she threw her arms around his back, pressing her chest to it, craving the warmth that his body emitted. "Fuck ... it's freezing. Do you .. mind laying down with me? Near the fire." |
Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix | Odd, why shouldn't he put anything on it? His tunic was sticking to his stomach, so, shouldn't he? Shaking his head lightly, "You are the doctor." Rage spoke in reply, feeling the girl press against him. Eyes going wide, what in the world? Ah, fire, heat. Gotcha. She was cold, understandable. Rage nodded lightly, poking and prodding the fire a bit more. It was a bit nippy out, could be worse. The cool air felt good on his burn, dropping the stick into the fire. Rage unwrapped her arms from around him, standing up only to sidestep over her. "Scoot." The male said simply, she could sleep near the fire. Rage wanted the cool air on his stomach, removing his tunic from his body, the male laid on his side. Closing his eyes as he rolled up the tunic, using it as a pillow. There was no need for good night, she'd sleep when she wanted to. The warrior was tired now.The morning rolled by quickly, Rage stirring to the girl's arm wrapped slightly over his form. Shaking it off lightly, using it to wake the slumbering mage as well. The fire long died out by now, sitting up slowly, Rage looked down to his stomach. The would be black spot now a heavy gray, a good enough mark to show she had been attacking others. Hell, he could blame her for his village, too. If they needed it, of course. Inhaling slowly, the warrior shook his head several times. They had an act to sell, they needed to focus on that, nothing else. Pushing himself up from the ground, hand moving to his tunic. Quickly covering himself with the fabric, Rage strapped it tight to his body, wincing slightly as it pressed into his stomach. They wouldn't give each other a 'good morning', couldn't. No time. They needed to move if they planned to get to the tower before night.The two walked for nearly seven hours, they had reached the small tavern just across from the Circle Tower. "Just about at Lake Calenhad, Deacon." The male spoke, their trip had been extremely quiet. Rage focused on being a bit rude, arrogant toward the Templars. Turning to face the mage, face showing no facial expression. If he was to show anything, it would be relatively bad for them. He'd fail on his part of the deal, then they'd be screwed. Moving behind the girl, watching her already move her hands behind her back, Rage tied the rope esque item around her wrists. Well knowing that if she wanted to get out, she could .. with ease. Placing his hand on her shoulder, the male pushed lightly forcing her to start walking. Taking in a deep breath, Rage guided her down the small hill that led to the Tavern or to the dock to get over to the Circle Tower. Walking the mage forward, Rage moved in front of the girl, guiding her to the dock."Halt. By order of the Chantry, we are not allowed to let anyone across." The templar spoke sternly."Not even for an apostate mage?" Rage shoot back quickly, pointing over his back to the girl. "I caught her just outside the Brecilian Forest. Gave me quite the good fight, too. Thankfully, she was bare on stamina or I surely would have been a goner.""Apostate mage, hm, I would consider that an exception. Go, quickly."Rage helped Deacon to the boat, picking up the Oar. "No, Templar, we are fine. I don't wish for you to drown because this one decided to knock you into the water." Placing the oar into the water as the Templar heeded the warning given to him by Rage, the male used his foot to kick off the dock. Slowly paddling the oar through the water, "Well, Deacon, I hope you have a plan. I will break you out sometime tonight, as soon as I know they are all asleep .. or most of them. Do you wish for me to get word to someone?"Tying the boat to the dock, Rage helped the girl up once more. At long last, the Circle Tower. Here they'd get what they came for or die trying. Either was perfectly fine with the male. Leading her up through the tower's doors, the male quickly brought her before the Templar Commander, Knight Commander Greagoir."Well, well, look at this, if it isn't over favorite apostate mage, Deacon. Caught once more, are we?" Greagoir spoke, tauntingly. "You ... Warrior ... who might you be? What are you doing with such an apostate such as this?"Crossing his arms over his chest, "From the way I see it, your tone should be a lot more thankful, Templar." Rage spoke in return, "I brought you this 'apostate' and I seek payment and a bed to sleep in for the night." The warrior quickly barked, noticing a quickly angered Templar staring at him. A cocky smirk developing on the male's face."Oh? So, you think I will just let any rift rash come in here to bark orders? This apostate is only wanted for breaking her phylactery. Why should I pay you for doing a job that a Templar would've gotten to?" Greagoir spoke in reply, clearly agitated by the warrior.Grinning lightly, "Well, just so happens to be that this apostate," rocking his head once in Deacon's direction, "Was attacking helpless civilians as they traveled down the road past the Brecilian Forest." Pausing for a moment, Rage slowly undid his straps to his tunic, pulling it up over his stomach to show them his burn. "For proof, she caught me in the gut when I wasn't looking, burned like hell for the trip up here." |
Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix | "Asher Fern. Find first enchanter Asher Fern tell him what's happened, why I'm searching for him. Please don't fuck this up, Rage. I'm really counting on you." This entire ordeal worried even Deacon. She was ware of the consequences of failing and they were far to great to even fathom. Knight Commander Greagoir was wary around her, knowing just how dangerous she was. While he did question her mellowness, he was more pleased to see that she was here in his custody. "Well, I commend you for your efforts, warrior. I suppose the least we can do is offer you a bed. Guards! Please escort this man to the rooming quarters. There is a guest room where you may rest, but please, do not disturb the mages and their training on the floor below. We do not want any unfortunate incidents, or for your burn to somehow mircaulously grow larger then it already is." Meanwhile, Ammon was giving Greagoir a menacing glare. Her eyes were hard stony, as she let them bore through his visage. "As for you, well ... not much to be said, now, is there? I will send for the Rivain templars in the morning. They will come in a week or so to retrive you and escort you back to their tower where they will handle your punishment. Dangerous magi such as yourself should be beheaded as far as I am concerned, however, you are not property of Ferelden, but in fact Rivain, so it is not my place to say, now, is it?" He smirked a smug smirk and turned, giving a reassuring glance to the warrior, Rage. "Make sure this man is also given a warm meal for his efforts. As for you, Banshee ... " He motioned for the other templars to follow him, towards a large chamber that held a massive, oak door with a hefty amount of stairs careening down through the stone floor. "We were all told that if you were to be captured you were to be given leisurely quarters, however ... we cannot afford to have you escaping again, so, other more drastic measures have been taken." He ordered one of the mages to open the door with a mildly powerful spell, then continued down the long, dank corridor until they came to yet another large chamber. Deacon's cell was presented before, a dingy looking prison at that, one she knew she would not enjoy. The templars shoved her in and slammed the enormous stone door behind her she felt a buzzing fill her head and a similar shade of electric blue seep through the door's cracks. Magic, no doubt, a spell that one of the senior enchanters created just for an ocassion such as this. She wasn't expecting that, as personally created spells were not easily dispelled as there was not information sermoned on them. She groaned, pacing around in the quite drab room there was the traditional prison furnishings, even a bed, but it looked particularly lumpy. As she laid on it she stared up at the ceiling, ... Rage, please ... please don't screw this up. |
Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix | Aster Fern. Aster Fern. Aster Fern.Rage continued to repeat the name in his head as the Templar showed him to his room for the night. This whole thing rested on him, all the pressure to make sure things went correctly. The male knew exactly what he was supposed to do, find this male with the funky name and get inform him that Deacon needs to his help to remove the brand that one Mage put on her. One that would essential free her from being tracked, once again, by Templars. So long as they didn't take her phylactery again, which then .. she'd have to do more then just find this soon to be 'First Enchanter'. Shaking his head lightly, the male's eyes shot through the rooms. Males and females in separate rooms, some .. of the girls were relatively cute. Though, they'd scorch his ass before he could even think about turning away if he made a move on them. All were most likely stuck up prissy mages if they were still in the Circle tower."In here, Warrior." The Templar spoke with a dull tone of voice, eyes glaring at the Warrior as he walked into the room given to him."Thank you, I appreciate your hospitality. I do wish you a " Before the Warrior could finish, the Templar pulled the door shut on him. Shaking his head lightly, "Asshole." The male muttered lightly, pulling out the sheet of paper that Deacon handed him before he placed the 'rope' on her wrists. The male didn't read it because he assumed it was something of a reminder, a nagging reminder on a piece of paper. Quickly unfolding the paper, the male was horribly wrong on his assumption. "Ah, Deacon, how I think you believe I am completely retarded at times." The male spoke, shaking his head lightly. It was a map of the Circle Tower, listing each floor as accordingly. An 'X' on what floor Aster should be on, the male assumed this .. and over heard conversation. For a Warrior, he was a brute, yes .. but, he did have some subtle qualities to his person.Oh, how the trip to find this fucking mage was filled with distractions, warnings and almost bloodshed. Rage found the mage up in the library, how .. well, he didn't know. He was wandering through, acting as if he was looking for a book to read for the night. A female asked, 'Aster, who is that strange man in our library?' From there, well, it was odd. Deacon forgot to tell him that this mage was skittish as all hell. Rage was mean looking, yes but, that didn't mean he was going to kill anyone and everyone! So, what should have been a polite conversation turned into him yelling for Templars screaming .. "A mad man is after me! A mad man is after me!" They rushed to see the commotion, noticed Rage and well, from there it was weird. Rage explained that he was looking for a book then heard the young woman ask Aster who he was. So, pretty much, Aster is now his cousin from his mother's brother's wife. It sucked, and the Templars didn't believe him but let him go. From there, he explained that Aster needed to help out Deacon with getting her out of her prison and removing the brand."Fun, fun. You just work your magic, Fern ... I am going to stand guard." Rage spoke as he moved to the wall, pressing his form against it as he watched down the dark hall. It was late, perfect time for them to break out Deacon and get a move on. Lets just hope everything was ready on her end. |
Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix | As Asher opened the door to Deacon's cell which was a confined, cinderblock room he was taken aback by the overwhelming presence which flooded outward. It reminded him of lyrium and how it caused these ebbing, almost vertigo effects. He paused for an instant and realized it was precisely like lyrium. She had allowed her mana pool to disperse and permeate the chamber which resulted in a mist like effect. Mages often did this to increase the potency, but, it took unspeakable skill and unheard of concentration. "Deacon?" Asher beckoned. In an instant the mist visibly seeped back in to its master through her pores and Deacon, who was sitting cross legged on the bare floor, opened her eyes wide. "Where did you learn to do that?" Deacon seemed guffawed at the senior enchanter's inquiry. "I didn't. I've always been capable of mana concentration, Asher. You know this I'm confused as to why this baffles you." Asher ran a hand through his fiery red mane, attempting to recall past memories but realized there was no time for reminiscing. "Enough chit chat. Your warrior friend has told me everything there is to know. I can dispel the brand but ... escaping the tower will be your own doing." He advanced, giving Rage the once over then addressed his former student. His eyes probed her shoulders then slithered down her back. He approached her from behind and lifted up her top, his eyes tracing the outline of the glowing sigil. The face he made was needless to say, not a pleased one. "Who was it that gave you this brand?" he questioned rather seriously. There was an outdated lapse of silence before Deacon lazily replied. "Belladonna." "The Orlesian shapeshifter? She's gone apostate? That's ... that's impossible. There's no way she can wield such power in fact, I'm fairly sure she doesn't even have enough mana to conjure this sigil let alone make it tangible. Only first enchanters know this spell while only they and senior enchants are taught to dispel it. It is also extremely reprimanding ... it demands a sacrifice of blood so she is likely off somewhere suffering." Deacon scoffed irately while pressing her back into Asher's fingers. "Just ... take it off. I'm too tired for these speculations nor do I particularly take interest in them." Asher chuckled. With a mere wave of his hand the brand disappeared leaving no evidence of its presence. Pleased with Asher's kindness Deacon offered him a thankful grin and proceeded towards the door. "We'll be staying here for the night," she commanded. Asher's jaw fell ajar. "I beg your pardon?" "We're staying here. We need to restock and there's a grimoire on the top floor in Irving's quarters that he keeps hidden he believes no one knows of its whereabouts but I do. He has it hidden for a reason ... and I want it." "Deacon, are you mad? You cannot stay here, you're better off outside with the wolves!" "Come now, Asher, do you really believe we'll be caught? There's a hidden chamber in the magi quarters which is used for storing smuggled lyrium from Orzammar. The man who built it has since been dead and the others have never discovered it, or the "secret" lyrium stash. We'll rest there for the night and be gone by the morning. All you need to do is get some rest and dream about the rest of your monotonous, abstinent life." |
Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix | Moving to a new thread to run a different idea |
[Anansi x Izzy] Make Love to Me Beneath the Harvest Moon | Reserved: Further Information Will Be PostedThis is a private role play between Anansi and frizzyizzy.If you are not one of those two people, then please do not post.Thank you!Characters Kasumi Higurashi Age: 18 Favorite Things: Breakfast Food Sunny side up egg on buttered toast with tall glass of orange juice. Lunch Food Anything served in her pink bento lunch box lt 3 Dinner Food Warm, fresh, home made food! Unless if it supose to be eaten cold... Others Food, sweets, rabbits, kittens, strawberries, painting, happy things! Disliked Things: Sour attitudes, stressful environments, the dark, being alone, and hearing herself sneeze! Motto: Grey skies are gonna clear up, so put on a happy face! Akira Mako Age: 23 Favorite: Breakfast Food Pancakes Lunch Food Unadon Dinner Food Katsudon Others Collects swords and machetes. Disliked Things: Sneaky people! D lt Motto: "I will always want more!" Animals Cows x0 Chickens x2 Sheep x0 Pigs x0 Goats x0 Horses x0 Ducks x0 Pets x0 Maps The Farm The farm has a main house, pasture, barn, chicken coop with fencing, three feilds, a tool shed, and storage processing building. The House The house is standard, and rather crappy. Until cleaned up, and reorganised. The Town Center The town is made up of the following shops: City Hall Inn Blacksmith Cafe Library Clinic General Store But makes up with housing mostly. Outside of town is a group of carpenters, they live in the forrest. The Valley Itself The valley is trapped between the mountains, foothills, and the ocean. There is a main road that leads off to the city. Townspeople They will be listed here upon encounter. Mayor A short man, with a large bald forehead, itty bitty black eyes, and a round nose. He wears an extreamily long top hat, and is rather insane. Daiki One of the three carpentors. He is six foot eight and has bronzed skin. He is rather reserved and quiet. Atsuo The second of the three carpentors. He is five foot ten, also has white skin with a slight tan to it. He is upbeat and social. Festivals S P R I N G New Year's Festival: A little get together celebrating the new year with all the villagers at Romana's Villa. Sowing Festival: A day where everyone celebrates the sowing of feilds by planting in the community garden patch. Flower Festival: Dress up in pretty kimonos, and celebrate with everyone in the beauty of the flowers! Cooking Festival: Its a battle between the chefs in the valley. Van, who is secretly also a gourmet, acts as a Judge. He will test the cooking, to choose a winner. Everyone in the village also gets to eat some of the scrumptious food Valentine's Day: Give a gift to friends, or that special some one In the evening, there is a dance in the town square. Kasumi's birthday S U M M E R Swimming Festival: Break open the season with a quick swim out to the giant rocks, and back! The first one to returns is victor, and gains bragging rights. Vegetable Festival: Show off your best vegtables, and trade what you can. Today is about celebrating the food from The Harvest Goddess's bossom. Firefly Festival: A solem day where small boats are lit and sent off to see to ease the souls of the dead. Fireworks: KA BAM! Invite that special someone to celebrate today with F A L L Harvest Festival: Every one pitches in to make a giant stew! A golden figurine is dropped in as well. Who ever finds it becomes the Harvest King! Egg Festival: Eggs are hidden around the valley. If you can find one, bring it to Ruby to gain your prize! Pumpkin Festival: Everyone makes a pumpkin based dish for a fun evening of music and good company! Full Moon Viewing Festival: Ask someone special to sit with you in the romantic moonlight. Akira's birthday is late the 29th! W I N T E R Thanksgiving: Share dinner with someone special. Spirit Festival: Send away angery sprits by playing the orcianna! Starry Night Festival: Ask someone you like to cuddle close to you while watching the Winter stars. Stocking Festival: Hang your socks, and Santa will leave you a present. But make sure you are asleep! New Year's Eve Festival: Celebrate the year's end with your friends at the Blue Bar! |
[Anansi x Izzy] Make Love to Me Beneath the Harvest Moon | Emerging from the high mountain pass, to a small bushed area, she paused. Kasumi looked up from the brim of her large straw sun hat, to see clear sky a few fat clouds clumped here and there. Feeling a cooling breeze against her skin, she smiled softly. What a wonderful feeling it was, to have the wind against your face. Not just any wind, but cool, crisp whisps rolling off of the salty ocean, across feilds of flowers onto your pink cheeks it was invigorating. Kasumi continued on her way down the dirt path. Soon enough, the trees began to sprout out of the ground again, creating an overlap of branches WAY above her head. Comming to a bright exit, she pauced again, her head turning to look up another dirt path. There it sat, the property she was to purchase! Reaching back, she pulled out a crumpled newspaper clipping. She looked back down the main road, and continued walking. Her backpack weighed heavily against her back as she strived to move forward. How much further?She walked, and walked, crossing a bridge over a steady stream two people fishing just up stream. She huffed a bit, it was a bad idea to walk the entire way here. Hopefully her packages would make it alright... She shrugged a little, before yanking on the straps of her old, worn blue back pack. It was stuffed to the limit! Things rattled and buzzed inside of it, making strange sounds as she walked through the serene valley.Eventually, she made it into town. People hustled and bustled in a rather slow fashion. She stopped, and asked for directions before she was lead to city hall. A bright smile came over her face once she found the bright yellow building with the clock face above the entrance that is until she spot it. The same colored of crumpled newspaper being carried in by a no good villianous scoundral! She puffed out her cheeks, and quickly marched to the building wanting to purchase the land first!She pushed the door open, took two steps before UMPH!Kasumi Higurashi, age 18, bumped into a tall man who held the newspaper. It was such a force that she was knocked back onto her bottom. "Owie " Whimpered the blonde. Her hat had been sucessfully knocked off to reviel a head of golden blonde curls. She had fair white skin, that many would assume to be a model rather than a farmer. But this was her life, and she made the choices. Right now, it was rubbing her bottom! Today, the young woman wore deep blue jean short shorts. Her long legs bent on the ground in a rather klutzie position. She also wore a soft grew t shirt, with a black sports bra beneath it. Boy! Did she had them breasts. She looked up to him with a pair of large, blue eyes that shimmered with slight tears from the pang of falling on her bottom. |
[Anansi x Izzy] Make Love to Me Beneath the Harvest Moon | Akira made his way through town slowly after he'd parked his car near the outskirts. It was rather small like he'd remembered it. His massive frame was something rather surprising for a young Japanese man, well muscled and broad, standing at six foot three and two hundred and twenty pounds he looked more like a prize fighter. His tailored suit hugged his body with each movement he made and as he peered about he sighed on occasion holding up his phone and flicking back his deep black hair. "Gah no signal still." He said as he continued. He found himself having a news paper catch his eye which he picked up. Looking to it he smirked. "This must be a mistake, I could have sworn we owned this..better go clear it up."Turning he adjusted his shades and headed towards town hall still on occasion checking for a signal. He wondered on if he should have simply splurged for the satellite phone but as he turned a corner he felt a small thump against his chest and looked down. Watching the girl rub her backside he leaned in to help her, his shades slipped forward as he did so. His startlingly blue eyes looked to hers as he gave a smile. "Excuse me, wasn't watching my path." He said. "I'm so big most people..you know just move." He continued before giving a soft chuckle. |
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