When Anders had been a kid, he had decided that he wanted to be a doctor. He was naturally good at telling what exactly people were sick with, and he liked to make them feel better ( Read more... )

Merrill shuffles through the streets of Darktown, constantly looking over her shoulder. She didn't really like coming down here without Hawke and the others, but she wanted to do this alone ( Read more... )

[ooc: JESSIE, YOU'RE NOT THE ONLY ONE THAT GETS TO KILL CHARACTERS OFF AROUND HERE.]Ella groans and tries to sit up, but lays back down when pain shoots through her body. She tries to bring her hand up to her forehead but realizes that her hands are bound, as are her feet, and her mouth is covered ( Read more... )

It's been some time since he's been outside, not since first coming to Kirkwall. He may have learned to tolerate the Ferelden Circle, and even find moments he could enjoy it. In the Gallows, however, contentment was far more difficult to obtain, particularly when you went to sleep at night to the ominous creaking of cell doors and the muffled ( Read more... )

*The thick cloying scent of blood magic fills his nostrils ( Read more... )

Anders had long since lost count of the days he'd been in confinement. There was no way to tell how much time passed down in this...this hole ( Read more... )

One of the first things Ella taught Dani was very clear: If anyone shows up in your dreams and offers you anything, say no. It doesn't matter how good it sounds, or how tempting it is, or how beneficial it could be, or how much it could help others. If you say yes you'll get possessed by a demon and we might not be able to save you. Dani understood ( Read more... )

It had been strange that Solona had just disappeared from the estate for a few days but then again, she could have just taken a quick trip to the building site of the new Keep and stayed there for a while or returned to Amaranthine for some business. She had left a note but it was quite vague although it was in her handwriting so that couldn't ( Read more... )

[It's night in the Hanged Man and the alcohol is flowing. There is racous out of tune singing...someone was crying...and Fenris is clutching a bottle of fine wine to his chest, rather like a kid with a favoured toy. Except that kids don't swig their toys or get steadily tipsier as the night progresses ( Read more... )

Get away from me, demon...!

She had been right, too. He was turning into a monster. If Hawke hadn't been there...

Anders gulped, shuddering a bit, pulling away from his desk for a moment. It was a terrifying thought...he was supposed to be out there, fighting for the mages, protecting them, and how could he do that if Justice...no, not Justice. Not ( Read more... )