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.