I have a few chapters written, but if anyone has any ideas or things they'd like to see in the future, leave a comment and let me know. This will end up covering Origins, DA2 and Inquisition, so a long way to go yet. Get your ideas in and I'll see if I can sort it out.
Chapter 4 -- An Instant Attraction. Lust or Love?
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We were heading to the Circle Tower, otherwise known as the Circle of Magi in Ferelden. We'd heard rumours in Lothering of an uprising, and while I knew little about mages, on Thedas at least, I knew they would of assistance in any battle against darkspawn. We discussed our options and agreed that we'd head to the Circle first before heading to Redcliffe.
I had a chat with Cerys when we woke up that morning. No sex was had, which was probably a good idea, but I gave her a few suggestions. One, was that she was now a Grey Warden, and that the Wardens should be leading from the front. I would assist, being her sworn warrior, and also the Dragonborn, but I thought that she and Alistair should be taking the lead. She was unsure about that suggestion, but I said though I would always be around for advice, it should be the Wardens making the decisions. Two, I would be happy continuing a physical relationship, but not to the detriment of whatever we were trying to do. I realised how much she liked me and the last thing we needed was accusations of favouritism. And lastly, though we had the dwarf with his cart, we definitely needed more coin and supplies, in particular better armour and weapons for everyone else. My sword and armour were exemplary, crafted by the finest blacksmith in Skyrim. Much of what I'd seen in Thedas so far left a lot to be desired.
Due to Bodahn's cart, our pace wasn't exactly fast. Cerys took my advice and led from the front with Alistair, the two conversing between themselves. We hadn't known each other long at all, and despite fighting alongside each other, didn't really know each other. So we'd no doubt learn over the upcoming weeks and months. Sten walked behind them alone, his head constantly swivelling left and right. Morrigan walked behind Sten, and I knew she would remain solitary, having camped far away from us the night before. Then came the cart before I took the rear. I was joined by Leliana, dressed in that armour of hers. The right armour on a woman was almost better than a dress as it would fit just perfectly, and Leliana's was almost moulded to her skin.
"You seemed to enjoy yourself last night," she finally said after a good hour of walking.
"Hear that, did you?"
"Cerys is certainly enthusiastic. You have been together long?"
I couldn't help chuckle, shaking my head at the same time. "We're not together. That was just a bit of fun."
"Oh, I naturally assumed..."
"I am her sworn warrior. I served her father, Lord Cousland, and gave my oath to him I would now serve her when he died. As for last night, that was a long time coming, but no, we are not in a relationship. I'm not sure if it will happen again. It might be for the best that it doesn't."
"But you continue to serve her?"
"Until my death or until I am released. I am a warrior. My word is all."
"I also heard mention you are Dragonborn. I've never heard of that before."
I glanced her way and she smiled, appearing curious. "If I tell you, you'll probably think... In fact, you'll definitely think I'm crazy."
"You believed me about the vision I had. It's a long walk, Ragnar. Tell me, please."
I took a deep breath. "I am Dragonborn. The blood of the dragon flows through my veins in addition to having a soul of the dragon. In addition to that, I have a gift called a Thu'um. In simple words, it allows me to speak as a dragon. Against non-dragons, it can be incredibly effective and lethal. Against dragons, it gave me an advantage as my Thu'um is more powerful than theirs.
According to the prophecy, I am the Last Dragonborn, sent forth by the gods to defeat Alduin, the World-Eater, whose return heralded the end of days. I don't remember it happening, but I would have travelled to Sovngarde and fought him. The fact I'm still alive must mean I was victorious. How I ended up here, I don't know."
"Where are you from?"
"I am from a country called Skyrim, which is part of a continent called Tamriel. I am obviously human, but I am what one would call a Nord."
I sensed her eyes looking me up and down. I'm not exactly sure how tall I was, I'd never been measured, but I'd been told around six foot or so. Nords were generally tall people. Leliana was probably five foot something, up to around my shoulder or so. My armour showed off my biceps, though my forearms and hands were covered by thin armoured gauntlets. My lower legs were also protected by greaves, my thick thighs also slightly exposed.
"How old are you?"
"Passed my twenty-fifth winter not long ago."
"I wouldn't think so."
"I look older?"
"Not older. You're just..." She paused as I looked at her. She blushed under my gaze. "The way you carry yourself. You can judge a man just by how he walks. You exude confidence, and your sort only comes with years of experience, and I think in more ways than one, yes?"
I chuckled, knowing exactly what she was insinuating. "I am confident on the battlefield and some people have told me I have a certain charisma. I just know what I want and what I like. If I get it, fantastic. If I don't, it's disappointing but I try and remain positive." I paused before asking, "So what's your story? I'm giving up a lot of information here."
She looked uncomfortable at the question. "There's not a lot to tell." I knew a lie when I heard it. I'm not the smartest man around, but I'd heard enough lies over the years. "I'm just a Chantry sister."
"Who has obviously had some training with weapons and had some spare armour lying around, ready to wear."
It wasn't an accusation, just an observation. But she blushed again. "Yes, something like that," she said quietly.
"Tell me when you're ready. It's fine."
She seemed surprised that I wasn't making a big deal of it. "Thank you." She paused a moment, and I looked at her again to see another smirk, "So, if you're not serious with Cerys, have you had serious relations before?"
"Are you sure you want to know that history about me? Trust me, you'll probably run and hide if I tell you."
"Your history is probably no more shocking than mine." She met my eyes, and though she didn't add a word, I assumed her story would be interesting to hear. "You're a warrior, so I know you've killed people. That doesn't bother me. So I can only assume you've a long list of lovers. A man such as yourself, it would not surprise me." I'm not sure if that was a compliment or not.
"Are you sure?"
"We have a long walk until we make camp tonight, Ragnar."
So I told her the whole story. Where I was born in Cyrodiil. The fact I was an orphan. My early years working the streets as a pickpocket, eventually finding myself working for the Thieves Guild. My run-in with an enemy that nearly killed me. My rehabilitation as a member of the Fighters Guild. My long list of lovers in Chorrol and Cheydinhal. Going on the run as at least half a dozen husbands wanted my head for fucking their wives. "Honestly, every single one told me they were unmarried."
"And you believed them?" she laughed.
"I wasn't exactly thinking with my big head. And I had more lovers than that."
I continued with my escape into Skyrim and nearly losing my head in Helgen. My time with the Companions and my long physical relationship with Aela. "It sounds like you loved her," Leliana suggested.
"Not quite, but out of nearly all my lovers, I carried the most affection for her. But she wasn't one to settle down, nor was I, so it suited us perfectly."
There was also my Housecarl, Lydia. Saadia, the waitress at the Bannered Mare. Jenassa, a mercenary who worked in Whiterun. Vex, who worked for the Thieves Guild in Riften. Karliah, another Thieves Guild member, whose story was long and tragic. Haelga, who was probably the kinkiest women I've ever been with. "How kinky?"
"Leliana, I think that would be a conversation for a later time."
Ingun Black-Briar, whose mother threatened me with death when she found out. I just laughed in her face. Lady Elisif, ruler of Solitude and possible future High Queen of Skyrim... "What? You had relations with a ruler?"
I shrugged. "She was a widower. Lonely. And wanted the company of the Dragonborn. She approached me, not the other way around. What was I going to say? No? I also had sex with her arcane advisor, who I only discovered just before doing the deed that she was a vampire."