People of Thedas

My life got eaten by darkspawn. That's my story, and I'm sticking to it.

First, Chapter Five of Old Roads: Pitiless Games finally gets off of its butt and decides it's time to get dangerous, is NSFW, and goes by Certain Dark Things. (note that the fic as a whole has at last gone up to M.)

Title: Old Roads: Pitiless Games
Rating: M (for the sexytimez, and for occasional graphic violence)
PC: Amell
Word Count: ~42k, ~9.5k this chapter
Spoilers: At this point, it's not so much spoilers as it might not make any sense if you haven't played through Origins/Awakening...
Summary: Amaranthine is destroyed, and Warden Amell travels to Vigil’s Keep to take command. But one either must play the game of politics or be used as a pawn, and like it or not, every last one of Kathil’s demons are about to come home to roost... Amell/Zevran/Cullen, post-Awakening, multiple viewpoints, Part 5 of Old Roads.


Oghren was wielding a battleaxe, chasing around a terrified-looking Eddelbrek, and ranting. The human bann was bleeding from several deep cuts on his arms and one on his thigh, but that didn't seem to slow him down very much. He seemed to realize that keeping the timber posts between himself and Oghren was the only thing that slowed the dwarf down.

Oghren was very good at chopping living things into very small pieces, a fact that did not seem to escape Eddelbrek in the slightest. The dwarf, did, however, like to travel in straight lines. Dodging around things did not appear to occur to him often.

Or perhaps he truly was that drunk.

"Won't be the first time you've thrown me under the sodding cart."



And, secondly, I have an Old Roads side story about Celia Mac Tir. It is somewhat crack. (At the very least, it posits a theory for why Loghain was losing it at the time of Origins and implies why Eamon was so very set on removing Anora from power.)

The first two stories in this series are What Goeth Before and High and Solitary and Most Stern. (Both focused on Anora)

The third is called The Languages of the Needle.

Title: The Languages of the Needle
Rating: T
Word Count: 5475
Summary: Celia Mac Tir vanished when Anora was nine. But some secrets have ways of surfacing…and some decisions have far-reaching consequences. Old Roads side story.
Warnings: …yeah, this is kind of crack. Quite AU.

Three weeks ago, her husband had returned to Gwaren, and in Gwaren he had stayed.

It was as if he suspected. As if someone had talked. And then, this morning—the note that had been hidden in her embroidery basket, in a hand all too familiar, and not her husband's—

It made her ill to think of it. Everything was coming crashing in on her head, and it was time to go.


First, allow me to say this: that the only secret that can be successfully kept is the one that is never shared. I shared mine.