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Soul of the Night Chapter 7Chapter 7 Exodus
Conrķ spurred his horse, urging the stallion to run faster across the plane, what remained of his family and his new recruits nipping at his heels. The group had been riding through the night to escape Howe and his men.
“Brother!” Erin groaned. “I think we’ve put enough distance between Howe and us.”
Conrķ slowed his black steed to a stop. “Aye…” he dismounted from his winded horse and began pulling supplies from its back. “Here,” he dropped a few bedrolls near Erin’s horse. “Get a fire going. I’ll see about getting us a meal. Koun,” Conrķ looked to his faithful war hound. The poor dog had flopped down and was panting in the grass but when his master called his name, Koun had dutifully raised his head. Conrķ sighed. “Stay here, old boy, and rest. You’ve earned it.” Koun huffed and began lapping up the water Erin had placed in front of him.
“Uh, boss?” Gari
Soul of the Night Chapter 6Chapter 6 Mysteries of the Dales
“What do you say, lethallan?” Tamlen asked his hunting partner.
Tira Mahariel grimaced as she contemplated, her arrow aimed vaguely at their quarry. While it was unlikely these three, unarmed humans were bandits, they may still cause trouble.
“Let’s find out what they’re doing here.”
“Does it matter? Hunting or banditry, we’ll need to move camp if we let them live.”
“L-look,” said one of the humans. “We didn’t come here to be trouble. We just found a cave.”
“Yes! A cave!” one of his friends agreed. “With carvings like I’ve never seen! We thought there might be…”
“Treasure,” Tamlen snorted. “So you’re more akin to thieves than real bandits.”
“If you’ve been there, you should have treasure to prove it,” Tira commented fairly.
“Here…” the second human stammered. “We
Soul of the Night Chapter 5Chapter 5 Wolves of the North
Castle Cousland, Highever
“… I trust then that your men should be here soon,” said Teyrn Bryce Cousland.
“They should begin arriving tonight and we can march tomorrow,” said Arl Rendon Howe. “I apologize for the delay my lord… this is entirely my fault.”
“No, no,” Bryce argued. “The appearance of the darkspawn in the south has us all scrambling, doesn’t it? I only received word from the king a few days ago myself. I shall send my eldest off with my men. You and I will ride tomorrow, just like the old days.”
“True, though we both had less grey in our hair and we fought Orlaisans, not… monsters.”
Bryce chuckled. “At least the smell will be the same.” A sound from the door drew the teyrn’s attention. His daughter Erin, stood in the doorway. “I’m sorry, pup, I didn’t see you there. Howe, you remember my daughter.”
Soul of the Night Chapter 4Chapter 4 Under the Branches of the Vhenadahl
Chapter 4 Under the Branches of the Vhenadahl
Blair Tabris chewed her lip worriedly as one of Vaughn’s men carried the unconscious lord from the Alienage.
“Oh, I really messed up this time,” her cousin Shianni murmured. She had been the one to knock out Vaughn Urien, the arl of Denerim’s son, with a ceramic wine bottle.
“It’ll be alright. He won’t tell anyone an elven woman took him down,” Soris assured her.
“I hope so,” Shianni grimaced. “I should get cleaned up.”
“Is everyone else alright?” Soris asked as he looked around.
“I think we’re all just shaken,” said a mousy elf woman Blair didn’t know. “What was that about?”
Soris laughed nervously. “Looks like the arl’s son started drinking too early. Um,” he turned to Blair as a man joined them. “Well, let’s not
Soul of the Night Chapter 3Chapter 3 Child of Aeducan
AN: This chapter takes place about a week after Chapter 1
Serena Aeducan, second child and only daughter of King Endrin, stood before her bedroom mirror to make sure her armor was on correctly. A knock came from behind her. She turned to see her second, Gorim Saelac, leaning against the opening in the divider of her room. “Greetings, my lady. You are dressed and ready. Excellent. I couldn’t find the armor’s matching dagger, but I scrounged up a rather fancy longsword. Do you wish to wear your shield to the noble’s feast?”
“Yes,” Serena told him, taking the sword and belting it to her waist. “Let them see me as a warrior.”
Gorim chuckled. “As opposed to the Paragon of Beauty?”
Serena turned to him with a wicked smile. “Close the door. I’ll show you a Paragon of Beauty.”
“Ha! Don’t you remember how this game goes?” Gorim asked. “I get undressed, then one
Soul of the Night Chapter 2Chapter 2 A Bird in a Gilded Cage
Tristan Surana grimaced as the rage demon fell to his onslaught of cold spells. He shook his hands to rid them of the hoarfrost that had gathered on them before turning his attention to the large black bear that had assisted him. Though this wasn’t a normal bear.
“You did it!” Mouse, the Fade bound Apprentice, celebrated, returning to his human form. “You actually did it! When you came, I hoped that maybe you might be able to… but I never really thought any of you were worthy.”
“Sounds like your help was unusual,” said Tristan, crossing his arms.
“You made me believe in you,” Mouse told him. “You’re a true mage, one of the few. The others; they never had a chance. The templars set them up to fail, like they tried with you. I regret my part in it, but you have shown me that there is hope. You can be so much more than you know.”
Tristan sighed. “I understand nec
Soul of the Night Chapter 1Dragon Age: Soul of the Night
Chapter 1 On the Streets of Dust Town
Garik Brosca strode through the Commons of Orzammar, ignoring the glares and offended looks of the other castes. Leske, his long time friend, trailed after him. Garik was a bit short, even for a dwarf, but he was stocky, with long reddish brown hair tied in a ponytail. “I’m about ready to feed Beraht his teeth, Lesk,” Garik grumbled.
“I know, but for now, let’s just do what he says, Duster. He’s already twitchy enough.”
Garik smirked. Leske was referring to Oskias, the merchant that Beraht had sent the pair of them after. Eager to tweak Beraht’s nose, and pocket a little coin while he was at it, Garik had convinced Oskias to hand over a pair of lyrium nuggets and let the merchant go. Afterwards, the pair had convinced Beraht that Oskias was dead, though the Stone-forsaken bastard had sent them on a second errand.
“So this is a gift, huh? I’ve never be
Chapter 2Chapter 2 The Warrior’s Code
You're the fighter you've got the fire
The spirit of a warrior, the champion's heart
You fight for your life because the fighter never quits
You make the most of the hand you're dealt
Because the quitter never wins
The six of us trudged through the snow, heads bowed against the driving wind. We had been out for a number of hours now and we were nearing the coast. Even with the wind, I was beginning to catch unfamiliar scents. “They were around here!” I shouted over the gale. “No more than a few days ago!”
“Is there anything that nose of yours can’t find?” Kit teased.
“Haven’t missed what I’ve been looking for yet!”
“Show off!” Brandon yelled.
Not long later, the wind lessened a bit and I could hear the crashing of the waves. We were getting close. “Alright, we’ll start from here. Don’t get too far away from the group. If you find something, give a sh
Untold Sin Chapter 1Untold Sin
Chapter 1 Waking the Demon
Waking the demon!
Where'd you run to?
Walking in shadows!
Watch the blood flow!
There's not much longer, so don't try and hide,
Your body's weakening, walk to the light!
Those painful times so alone, so ashamed!
I'm not coming back, there's nothing to gain!
The snow seemed to swallow the sound of my footsteps as I walked up the slope to the edge of the ridge overlooking the outskirts of my village. Snow is something I’m used to, having lived most of my life here on the frozen tundra.
My name is Bryen Houchin. I’m twenty-one years old and a warrior of the Akkadian wolf tribe here in the far north.
I guess I should tell you; this world is not like the one you’re used to. Humans don’t dominate the world, even though the outnumber us five to one. By us I mean the creatures humans have called demons for centuries. Now before you lose your mind, let me explain. We are not demons in the way most humans understand it. We are
pray into my collarbone
let your snake tongue slither
with the syllables.
i wish for soft-chested nights,
and the trickle of champagne down crystal glass.
poppy-lips, lull me to sleep,
nurse my coiling tongue with yours;
tap my scalp like a silent drum,
and wind my hair in between your fingers
like broken guitar strings.
(serenade me with the buzz of pollen in your kiss.)
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