Neria supposed she should have been used to it by now, the stench of death and dark and nasty, but the aroma stung her nose just as badly as it had the first time ( Read more... )

The Wounded Coast was good for one thing, at least: finding work. It seemed there was always some kind of trouble going on out here-- bandits, blood mages, necromancers, Tal'vashoth, whatever the danger of the day was. There was always good coin in dealing with it ( Read more... )

It had been three weeks and four days since Cullen fell victim to Isabela's prank, not that he was counting. In three weeks and four days, he and his fellow Templars had routed three blood mages, captured two apostates hiding out on the Wounded Coast, and followed at least four leads regarding others that panned out inconclusively. He suspected ( Read more... )

Garrett Hawke was not a betting man... normally. It was far more possible to catch his attention in a wager if the prize was something particularly grand, like a large sum of money or some kind of old treasure. It was also easier to lure him in when he'd had a few too many to drink, and that may have been the case for this particular wager ( Read more... )

Therem Harth Rem Ir Estraven, exiled former prime minister to the king of Karhide awoke with a familiar fever. Kemmer, that monthly quickening of his race was upon him. Gethenians were sexually neuter four fifths of the time. A few days out of the month, they entered a kind of estrus and became capable of mating. Their bodies subtly changed in ( Read more... )

Anders could only sum up his past few weeks here as amazing. After spending his life running and hiding for what he was, to discover a world of magic such as this was the stuff of his dearest dreams. He had needed an escape from his own world, for his crimes there would mean he would be hunted until his death. Tavinter magic offered him a one way ( Read more... )

When Hawke awoke in chains, he was quite expecting that the templars had finally caught up with him. By the Maker... I knew I shouldn't have taken that dare from Varric... That is the last time I drink any wine from the Deep Roads and I don't care how good the year was. His head was pounding with some drugged sensation, though he hadn't yet ( Read more... )

Anders was dragged from his slumber by the ache in his shoulder blades. Unconsciousness fled fast to the notion of capture, and Anders was suddenly and painfully awake. His wrists were bound in irons to the stoney wall at his back, and the room was lit lowly by a quartet of softy burning torches ( Read more... )

The little silver haired Elven Grey Warden, who introduced herself as Asha to everyone she met, assisted, or healed, had been observing the inhabitants of this ‘demon hotel’ for some time ( Read more... )

( Turnabout is foreplay. )