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Intro: History Repeats ItselfYou fall into dream, or perhaps wake up. You have been here for days, awake, desperate. The shemlen are coming, jealous quicklings with their sharp blades and vicious magi. Mother and her sisters are below, hidden in a small, secret room that can only be opened through elven ritual. Safe. You've been setting traps for days now, complex and carefully placed. Anything to slow them down, reduce their numbers . . . there were always more shemlen to fill the ranks, but surrender was not an option.
You stand, exhaustion weaving faint lines through your vision, bright spots dancing just out of reach. A touch, feather light, disturbs your concentration. "Amaris," a voice says, you turn, confused. Who is Amaris? A man stands there, a shemlen. Rage heats your blood, and for just moment you consider running him through with a dagger. But there is somethin
Intro: Bringing Home BabyThe journey to Antiva was every bit as rough as Captain Brightey promised it would be. Freezing cold ocean spray, the constant threat of storms, the ship was chased by howling winds across the Amaranthine Ocean. Despite this, the expectant father seems almost cheerful. He spent the first half of the voyage cooking Orlesian eggs in the galley, finally mastering the recipe some 3 dozen eggs later. The crew had a celebration the day Idris ran out . . .
Unfortunately the Dwarven gravy still needs work . . .
The docks of Antiva are crowded, languages and accents blending into a senseless babble. The nose is assaulted by the usual scents of rotted fish and dead seaweed, but layered atop this, the aroma of strange spices burns in the nose. There is nowhere for the eyes to rest; every surface is splashed with colors, clashing and brilliant. As the group makes their way into town, violence breaks out only a
Intro: Wedding at the Peak
You met the Lady Taverline at her parent's estate just outside of Denerim. After many tears and well wishes, her mother lets you leave. Normally, the family would escort a bride, but her father is very old and very ill, and she has no siblings. It is a precious thing they have entrusted you with. Lady Taverline looks back at her home until distance hides it from view. And that's when the chatter begins.
"Have you ever been to Dragon's Peak, Ser?" she asks Kyle. He shakes his head, eyes on the road ahead. "What about Denerim? Amaranthine? Gwaren?" An endless torrent of questions, almost all directed at Darn, Kyle, and George. It will be three days to Dragon's Peak. Three . . . long . . . days.
Our quest begins on the second night. Kyle and Darn look for firewood, while Hakaan and Lauren start supper. George prowls the edge
Small Victories, Ch 2Orsino knew it was pointless, but he went to the Chantry to talk to Elthina. As always, he was accompanied by two templars, Ser Flynn and Ser Thrask this evening. They followed along behind him creaking and clanking. He wondered sometimes what Meredith thought he would do if she let him simply walk to the Chantry on his own. His life was wrapped up in the Circle; he was a man defined by his duties. At least this evening's escort was tolerable. Thrask seemed a decent man, and Flynn was respectful.
Elthina was alone in her chambers, a book on the life of Ambrosia II lay open beside her. Orsino couldn't help but wonder if that was a subtle message. If so, at least it wasn't Galatea she studied. The Rite of Annulment always made him uneasy, especially in someone like Meredith's hands. He shrugged it off and nodded to the Grand Cleric.
"Orsino," she said wryl
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