Old roads: Pitiless Games updated
Chapter Six continues to be visited by not-necessarily-welcome old friends and has a nefarious plan to carry out, and goes by the title The Mark of the Seeker. (And on AO3.)
Title: Old Roads: Pitiless Games
Rating: M (for the sexytimez, and for occasional graphic violence)
PC: Amell
Word Count: ~51k, ~9.5k this chapter
Spoilers: At this point, it's not so much spoilers as it might not make any sense if you haven't played through Origins/Awakening...
Summary: Amaranthine is destroyed, and Warden Amell travels to Vigil’s Keep to take command. But one either must play the game of politics or be used as a pawn, and like it or not, every last one of Kathil’s demons are about to come home to roost... Amell/Zevran/Cullen, post-Awakening, multiple viewpoints, Part 5 of Old Roads.
"Stand behind them," Kathil said to him. "Try to catch them when they fall."
"I think letting them fall over is traditional," he pointed out. The mage was carefully pouring foul liquid from an iron pot into the Joining cup. It moved restlessly, seemingly on its own. "I mean, they let me fall over, and I think we let you collapse as well."
"Yes, and I woke up with a headache that had nothing to do with the ritual and everything to do with the fact that my head hit the ground when I passed out." She grimaced, and looked sidelong at him. "Or was that a ritual lump on the back of the head and double vision I had when I woke up?"
"Had to make sure your head was hard enough to withstand being a Grey Warden." He waggled his eyebrows at her. "Or did you not notice that we both spent a lot of time being hit on the head during the war?"
"That was you. I mostly got stabbed. Or on really good days, lifted into the air and gnawed on by ogres." She frowned into the Joining cup. "Somehow, I remember this cup being bigger."
"You screamed like a little girl."
Title: Old Roads: Pitiless Games
Rating: M (for the sexytimez, and for occasional graphic violence)
PC: Amell
Word Count: ~51k, ~9.5k this chapter
Spoilers: At this point, it's not so much spoilers as it might not make any sense if you haven't played through Origins/Awakening...
Summary: Amaranthine is destroyed, and Warden Amell travels to Vigil’s Keep to take command. But one either must play the game of politics or be used as a pawn, and like it or not, every last one of Kathil’s demons are about to come home to roost... Amell/Zevran/Cullen, post-Awakening, multiple viewpoints, Part 5 of Old Roads.
"Stand behind them," Kathil said to him. "Try to catch them when they fall."
"I think letting them fall over is traditional," he pointed out. The mage was carefully pouring foul liquid from an iron pot into the Joining cup. It moved restlessly, seemingly on its own. "I mean, they let me fall over, and I think we let you collapse as well."
"Yes, and I woke up with a headache that had nothing to do with the ritual and everything to do with the fact that my head hit the ground when I passed out." She grimaced, and looked sidelong at him. "Or was that a ritual lump on the back of the head and double vision I had when I woke up?"
"Had to make sure your head was hard enough to withstand being a Grey Warden." He waggled his eyebrows at her. "Or did you not notice that we both spent a lot of time being hit on the head during the war?"
"That was you. I mostly got stabbed. Or on really good days, lifted into the air and gnawed on by ogres." She frowned into the Joining cup. "Somehow, I remember this cup being bigger."
"You screamed like a little girl."