“Looks like you’ll be owing me that drink then.”
“I know how you love to tell me I told you so.” Taryn Bellin said with a sideways glance to her First Mate who like her, had his hands raised above his head. Their other companion mimicked their pose but kept his mouth shut for the time being. Taryn was thankful for small mercies.
“Doesn’t give me any pleasure.” Herron replied. “Well…not this time at least.” In his mid-thirties Herron was only a couple of years older than Taryn but it could easily have passed for ten; his face was bloated, permanently red and his nose and che
Dragon Age - The Long Journey (Prologue) by hotdogbsg, literature
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Dragon Age - The Long Journey (Prologue)
A Bandit Queen kidnaps a young noble, intent on ransoming him to fund her own journey for the mythical Eye of Time artifact. However, she does not count on her captive's lust for adventure or on the group of sellswords his Father's employs to have his son returned safely.
Soon an unlikely band of adventurers, nobles, mages and mercenaries have joined together to search for the relic that is rumoured to hold unimaginable power.
The introductory chapter for my first DA story.
Has completely original characters. Set during the blight and using the events of DA as a backdrop.
A moonless night rose over the forests around the castle. White sto
The Eris - Recruiting the Crew by hotdogbsg, literature
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The Eris - Recruiting the Crew
Corwin Havens scanned the crowd of writhing life. Patrons, dancers, drunks and perverts made up a sizeable portion of the current population in Chora's Den, one of the Citadels most popular drinking spots. The place was crowded for so early in the evening but Corwin had managed to secure a large booth in the corner. Anyone joining him there would enjoy a degree of privacy and enough quiet to ensure their words were not drowned out by the pulsating music.
He had donned red and grey medium armour with an assault rifle on his back and a pistol at his right side. Corwin, with his blonde hair, blue eyes and six foot frame would have be
“Looks like you’ll be owing me that drink then.”
“I know how you love to tell me I told you so.” Taryn Bellin said with a sideways glance to her First Mate who like her, had his hands raised above his head. Their other companion mimicked their pose but kept his mouth shut for the time being. Taryn was thankful for small mercies.
“Doesn’t give me any pleasure.” Herron replied. “Well…not this time at least.” In his mid-thirties Herron was only a couple of years older than Taryn but it could easily have passed for ten; his face was bloated, permanently red and his nose and che