Fic: "Two Roads" Dragon Age Alistair/Loghain - Chapter 6

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Trouble & Strife: Chapter Forty Eight

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I realise that posting anything this week is some kind of suidical lunacy, in which my chapter may as well be composted straight onto the rubbish heap because no-one is out there.  Is anyone out there?  If so, please try to save me from despair by commenting.

Much love to bellaknoti the Comma Fairy, who kindly tidies up my chapters.

Link to the beginning, for anyone joining us for the first time: www.fanfiction.net/s/6144534/1/Trouble_Strife

Title: Trouble & Strife: Chapter Forty Eight
Characters: today we have Alistair, Maddy, Anders, Zevran, Kallian, Cedric, Leliana, Teagan and Eamon
Rating: T
This chapter:  Alistair rushes headlong for Denerim, while Maddy moves at a more sedate pace towards West Hill.

 

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Vir Lath Sa'vunin, Chapters Fifty-Five and Fifty-Six

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A Dalish-centric AU gen fic featuring two Mahariel Wardens, one bastard prince, and lingering ghosts.

Hello, my lovelies! Lenna and I gave you Tuesday off to enjoy DA2, but we are back with more Vir Lath Sa'vunin! We're also letting you know that we're cutting back updates to once a week so we have time to write, game, work, and still have lives. (By 'lives' I mean a clean apartment and a cat with trimmed claws, but ymmv.) If you're behind, this is a great chance to catch up. If you're not behind, go forth and pick a new, delicious fic to read with that half-hour of time you now save on Tuesdays! Maker knows we have enough awesome creativity here in the comm to keep us all reading busily unto death. Just dive into the tags. XD



Title: Vir Lath Sa'vunin (We Love One More Day)
Rating: T
Authors: twist_shimmy and lenna_nightrunner
Post Word Count: 2035
Summary: When their parents died, Tesni Mahariel was left to raise her brother Caerwyn with the help of the rest of their clan. True to their penchant for getting into trouble, Caerwyn and Tamlen went hunting one day and ran afoul of a mirror, of all things. The next thing Tesni knew, Caerwyn had been recruited by the Grey Wardens. As if she’d let some shemlen just take her brother away! Determined to keep Caerwyn safe, Tesni goes after them, and antics ensue. She’ll stop the Blight to protect her family, Caerwyn will help--grumbling all the while--and Alistair will do his best to bond with his tattooed and bristly new brethren. When all is said and done, the blurred lines between friendship and blood bonds will draw them down a path that will change all three of them forever.


In this installment, Caerwyn and Tesni obtain aid from royalty, and crowns are mocked at great length.

( And She Turns to Me With Her Hand Extended. Her Palm is Split, With a Flower, With a Flame )

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( Put Your Suitcase Down and Leave Your Shoes Gently by the Door in a Puddle with Your Blues )

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( language notes )

"I grant the"--Royal Roof--"crown to Bhelen."

Fic: A Guild-ed Cage 7/? M - Oh look an upgrade!

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Headcases

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Note: This is best read after finishing Chapter 56 of Vir Lath Sa'vunin.


Shimmy and I have our, er, moments when writing together. The Saga of For the Love of God We Need to Get Caerwyn the Fsck Out of the Deep Roads and Make Tesni Stop Bleeding was a particularly good couple of sessions. We were so depressed by and frustrated with Caerwyn's angst and Tesni's--to put it delicately--tendency to get the shit beaten out of herself that we often unintentionally launched ourselves into spontaneous fits of cathartic comic relief.

The following is an example of one such "fit." Without further ado, I give you the list of names we came up with for Caridin's crown in one very long, very giggly conversation:


( DEAL WITH IT. )

Got anymore? We'd love to hear them!

There it is. An ugly lump of hot metal to go over a couple of empty heads.