Boone stood in the elevator of the Lucky 38. The slow whir of the generators kicked on and the faint twang of guitar music played through a fuzzy speaker. The lights flickered and the car creaked as it rode the cables to the presidential suite. He couldn't say how many times he'd ridden it, but he guaranteed himself that his return trip to the streets of New Vegas would be his last.
For months after the Second Battle of Hoover Dam each of his allies had left Lucky's side. Cass had went back to NCR for matters which she refused to discuss. It was an abrupt departure, but both women seemed fine with her decision. Lily went back to Jacobstown with both Lucky and him in tow. The nightkin had developed a deep attachment to his friend, treating her more like a grandchild than as a woman who helped her regain some semblance of sanity. Arcade and Veronica were still in the city, but were working with the Followers. They were knee deep in casualties and destruction whe
Q's CueChapter 13: I'm Sorry, Pt. 1
Colvin and his squad came out of the metro station into the blaring sunlight. The smell of cooking meat wafted on the afternoon air from Wilhelm's Warf. Most of the patrol was recon; a one day jaunt into the metro tunnels and back out again. They found no Super Mutants during their sojourn, but were attacked consistently by strung out raiders and the random ghoul that prowled around in the dark. He sent that poor soul to the Maker, as he always had when he encountered them.
The group walked in silence towards the Citadel when a static filled buzzed crackled in his helmet. Old Morse Code bleated a message and looped several times. The squad stopped and strained to listen to what was being transmitted. Over the din of static, Sentinel Lyons' voice came in faintly.
“I need all patrols to return to the Citadel, ASAP,” Sarah ordered.
Her voice seemed stressed. Something's happened, he thought as they started a quick jog towards headq
Q's CueChapter 12: The Heart's Intent
James awoke to the sound of voices outside. He lifted his head from his knees and glanced at the wounded soldier beside him. He and Quinn had spent the better part of the night setting the man’s broken femur. It was tenuous work in highly unsterile conditions and with limited painkillers to relieve the man’s agony during the surgery; he was surprised to see that his patient had survived the night. However, that didn’t assuage any trepidation that he had about the possible onset of infection.
He reached over to the young soldier and placed his hand on his forehead. Small beads of sweat sat upon his brow, but the familiar burn of an infection’s fever was absent. He let out a sigh and looked over at where the other Brotherhood of Steel member was and found it strangely vacant along with the small void where Quinn had finally rested beside him. He cast his eyes to the door and the disembodied voices that emanated from out
A New Day - InterludeTitle: Mass Foundations: A New Day
Game: pre-Mass Effect 1, pre-Mass Effect: Andromeda
Characters/pairing: Original characters, Suvi Anwar
Disclaimer: Mass Effect belongs to BioWare and EA.
Interlude: Does God Play With Dice?
Year: 2181, before Alliance training
Location: Zakera Ward, the Citadel
The red and blue lights washed over the dance floor. Loud techno music, the current trend recently, boomed out of the wall-mounted speakers all over the room. People of many known sentient species danced to the beat as if tomorrow would never come.
Meanwhile, in a corner, Eric sat at one of the tables by himself. He wasn’t a fan of loud noises or parties in general, but his boyfriend insisted that he had to go. He was allowed to drink alcoholic beverages here at the Dark Star Lounge, being 19 years old, but it wouldn’t feel right to him, being raised in America. He also wasn’t in the mood for gambling.
“Excuse me,” a woman called o
Little Star - Chapter OneTitle: Mass Foundations: A New Day
Game: Mass Effect 1
Characters: Original characters, FemShep, Garrus, Liara
Disclaimer: Mass Effect belongs to BioWare and EA.
Mass Foundations: Little Star
Chapter One: Worst Case Scenario
Location: SSV Normandy SR-1
“Looks like we’ve got yet another distress signal, Commander. Someone's reaching out from that weird-ass planet below,” Joker said through the intercom.
“Any idea who, Joker?” Commander Madison Shepard asked.
“Yeah. ExoGeni. Bet that'll bring up some fun memories, huh?”
Shepard arched an eyebrow. The last couple times she encountered ExoGeni, she had to clean up their mess on Feros and Nodacrux. As much as she wanted to sock some ExoGeni goon like Ethan Jeong in the face, she had to face the fact that there could be innocents in danger.
“Yeah,” she deadpanned. “Good times.”
"Want me to patch it through?
A New Day - Chapter FourTitle: Mass Foundations: A New Day
Game: Pre-Mass Effect 1
Characters/pairing: Original characters
Disclaimer: Mass Effect belongs to BioWare and EA.
Chapter Four: Welcome to the Alliance
Location: Boston, Massachusetts
The clock struck about a quarter after 2 PM, and the bell rang.
Almost everyone in the classroom rushed to the exit. Eric sat at his desk and waited. He wasn’t a big fan of crowds. Crowds smell and as the name would imply, they were crowded, having little space to move around in. Soon as everybody else left, he gathered his textbooks and papers, said goodbye to his Chemistry teacher, and left the classroom.
It was Friday and close to summer. In fact, Eric was almost done with 9th grade.
He walked down the hallways at East Boston high School and made his way to his locker. Opening it, he grabbed his blue-lined backpack and stuffed it with his books and papers. He put his backpack on and closed the locker.
Eric went to the
Gwenevere's Dragon Age Adventure Cp.4The Maker did not answer her prayers--at least not in the way Flavinia had requested. When she dared return home later that night with the now infamous little visitor in tow, the elf was mortified to find Elder Valendrian at the table speaking with her father. Gwenevere cringed, hiding behind Flavinia as the two men stared at her.
"Hello, child," Cyrion tried to sound joyful, but it was a poor façade at best. Flavinia knew her father far too well. She could see it in his eyes--a decision had been reached regarding Gwenevere, and she wasn't going to like it.
"Just tell me the bad news already," the raven-haired elf demanded, most unlike her.
Flavinia usually didn't sass her father. They had a deep, precious relationship. Father and daughter had always been close, but after Adaia had been killed, they had grown even more so as the years drew onward. Cyrion had come to confide in his child, and theirs was a very special bond. Already, he had forgiven her sharp tongue, because already
Gwenevere's Dragon Age Adventure Cp.3Alienage life wasn't all too different from living in The City slums. The elves here were a simple folk, kindly and humble--for the most part. Gwenevere found that while some--like Elva from the other day--treated her with a heavy distain and mistrust, many of the others eventually came to accept the little nymph into their modest little community.
Gwenevere wasn't shy to speak of her 'mysterious' alternate dimensional life, which delighted the children--and the more inquisitive adults within the community--to no end. Talk of unleashed magic, rival faction wars, and curious reptiles with noxious breath were all received with wide eyes, and gaping mouths.
"She's full of it," Elva groused, arms crossed. She watched as her scamp of a boy chattered and played not ten feet from where she stood, her acute ears making it impossible to tune out that newcomer and her bell-like voice.
"You mean, there are really no circles there?" one young mother elf was nearly in tears when she asked this
Chapter 10: A Bargain Made Part II
continued from: http://lesliewifeofbath.deviantart.com/art/Chapter-9-A-Bargain-Made-436108389
Marceline and Ondolemar froze as the world moved around them in a dance. As the Whiterun guards closed in from behind, the Thalmor soldiers bled from the entrance way and lined the stairs leading up to Dragonsreach. There, in their black robes that glinted against the faint midday sun, the soldiers made a formation around Balgruuf and Elenwen.
“Kiss me now,” Ondolemar murmured, as he came to a complete stop. He knew that this was likely the last time he’d see his wife alive. Standing before the Jarl of Whiterun and the Thalmor Emissary he pulled Marceline close and kissed her in a way that lovers kiss before doom envelops them completely.
“Seize them!” Elenwen shouted as Thalmor soldiers grabbed both Marceline and Ondolemar, yanking them apart, dragging them before the jarl and emissary.
The guard bound Mar
Chapter 8: The Scar
Continued from: Chapter 7: The Aftermath
“Tell me a story,” she said, wrapping her arms around his. Ondolemar stretched lazily on the worn bedroll, slightly dazed by the soft rain of phosphorescent lights falling all around them and by the warmth of Marceline’s skin against his own. They were both thoroughly exhausted after today’s exerts in this strange land of Blackreach, but the day had been won and the prize, the dragon scroll, was laying off to their side, its jeweled case refracting light given off by the glowing orb just above their heads.
“I suppose I owe you one,” he answered. He did. For weeks on end they had travelled, from the College’s great library to a mad man’s cavern as they sought the scroll; and each night, either under a glittering blanket of stars or by firelight in some abandoned shack, Marceline told him stories of her
Chapter 7: The Aftermath
Continued from: http://lesliewifeofbath.deviantart.com/art/Stoop-Over-Markarth-406612955?q=gallery%3ALesliewifeofbath%2F43836221&qo=5
“There is news of Markarth,” Angela Morrard said entering our room with tray full of tea and sweet bread. “An officer reported that a fire swept through one of the great manors there and wiped out several Thalmor soldiers and…the Thane of Whiterun.”
My stomach lurched at these words for I did not want to explain to Angela what had transpired in the days preceding our arrival into Solitude. I did not want recount how Ondolemar and I struggled back to Understone Keep after the battle, in the cloaks that we had ripped from the bodies of those badly burnt and still bleeding. Nor did I want to describe the horror of Igmund’s face as he saw mine, blood soaked and scarred from battle. That night I was far from the jeweled and perfumed beauty who, only weeks before h
Battle in the SkyReaver, had never been the best at planning ahead.
One hundred years ago, he'd betrayed the illustrious hero of Bower Lake, only to find himself coiled into a most embarrassing game of chase with Lord Lucien's Spire Guards, who needed him just as much as they needed her. Fast forward fifty years, when the great queen had succumbed to her own mortality. Reaver had changed so much of Albion during that time period, evolving what he called 'the turgid green of Albion' into a modernized copper world of smog and steel. What had started as little more than yet another passing fancy to wile away the doldrums (which sometimes crept up during the expanse of his overly-long existence), had metamorphosized into a booming lust for untapped power and wealth. Rudy brick buildings rose up to corrupt the cyan whimsy of Bowerstone's skies, and sickly green refuse and runoff ravaged her rivers like a torrent of death.
King Logan had never cared of such disruptions to the environment. Protecti
275 YEARS AGO:
Victor Ashfield brayed against the door to his sibling's cabin, clenching his fists tightly until the knuckles were a distinct shade of white. Henry had always flaunted his success, whilst dismissing his younger brother's more noble profession relentlessly, but it had never stopped the young bounty hunter from continuing his work. And it had never really bothered Victor very much...until now.
But now, Henry was taking his place--his spot as guest of honor at the harvest feast. A spot reserved for the most valuable member of the Oakvale community; the person whom the entire village would fail without. For almost ten years, that had been Victor's honor--but now his greedy older brother had stolen it away from him.
Henry opened the door with a cold grin.
"Why hello Victor. I take it you heard?"
"What is the meaning of this Henry!? You know that the guest of honor has always been my position!"
"Until the better man came along, that is. What can I
Crossfire Cp.31 Connie awoke sometime after dark. As her eyes gradually adjusted to the surrounding blackness, a hot pain resonated within her arm. She looked down, and stark terror gripped her chest when she noticed that the bandage was soaked through. Staring at the angry wound, Connie reached into her satchel and fumbled for a health potion. The young hero guzzled the contents, ignoring the bitter taste.
She toyed with the idea of getting to her feet, but quickly denounced the thought as a rush of dizziness found her. How long had she been unconscious on the floor like that? As both thought and fear danced upon her hazy mind, Connie took a moment to study her surroundings. She was still in the front room of Reaver's mansion, at least as far as she could tell.
The luxury furniture and old portraits she had become accustomed to cast ominous and unwelcoming shadows around the room. There was an air of sinister hate about, tiny needles that pricked the base of
The Rebel Princess Cp. 18 The Reliquary was a foul-smelling tomb. Even without seeing any hollow men, the princess was well aware that this hidden wing of the library was occupied by the dead. Victoria gawked at the countless books scattered about. Even if Reaver had been an avid collector, this seemed closer to hording.
Daisy sniffed the decaying shelves, emitting an uncomfortable growl as she did so. Victoria's amber gaze left the rotting piles of literature, instead becoming distracted by the numerous candles and torches here.
They seemed out of place, to say the least.
"Who could possibly be going around lighting all these candles and torches anyway? I doubt it's the hollow men; they're really vulnerable to fire." Victoria reasoned.
"Albion Torch Lighters Association." Trayden remarked with a nod.
The princess stopped her pace and stared at him.
"Really?!" The rouge grinned at her gullible state.
"Naw..." He smirked.
"Very funny Trayden.."
"Thank you. I thought so myself. You sho
Stealth and Witchcraft Cp. 4Deep within the hollow core of The City's monolithic clocktower, a trap door swung open. Dozens of rats raised their shaggy faces in unison, ruby pinprick eyes glistening in the darkness as another, far more hated creature of the night returned to his domain. Garrett's boots caused the ancient floorboards beneath him to squeak and moan, as he traversed the innermost area of his sanctum.
He'd explored the clocktower years prior, and although the structure had since been rebuilt, those predictable Hammers were still slaves to their rituals. And more importantly, their schematics. Garrett recalled the air duct, located high above the dreary roads of Stonemarket. It was still accessible after all these years. More importantly, it still fed directly into the clocktower.
They'd never bother to search the upper tiers for him, even if the Hammerites still had access to the place. Baron Northcrest had declared the tower a national monument, around eight or nine years back. Garrett couldn
Shifting Paradigms - Chapter 49
Shifting Paradigms: The Definition of Nobility
Title: Shifting Paradigms: The Definition of Nobility - Chapter 49 A New Day
Game: Dragon Age: Origins
Characters: Myranda Cousland & Party, Caeda, Anora, Fergus, Moneca and others.
Disclaimer: Dragon Age and all characters from it belong to Bioware. Myranda and the entirety of her story belong to me.
Chapter 49: A New Day
"A hero is no braver than an ordinary man, but he is brave five minutes longer."
~Ralph Waldo Emerson
Alistair ran toward Fort Drakon. He'd known the minute the blade had been driven into the archdemon's skull, and his near-frantic worry about Myranda had sent him sprinting into the city, despite the shouts from Wynne and Leliana. The bolt of light that had shot into the sky and the ringed explosion that had rocked the top of the tower had not helped his
DesolationHow could it have possibly come to this?
He lay on his side, his back turned to her, and stared at the far wall, his heart and mind in torment. Ever since he had brought her home from the hospital after that horrible night when he had almost lost her, he would curl up beside her and wrap his arms around her. She would turn into him, welcoming his embrace, and fall asleep listening to his heartbeat, her hand resting comfortingly over his chest. It had been the only way he could fall asleep: with her nestled in his arms, where he was sure she was safe.
Now, three years later, she lay as far from him as she could - in truth he was surprised she was still in his bed at all. Once she would have welcome his touch, his soft caress and light trail of kisses over her shoulder before they fell asleep. But for three weeks now she would stiffened, and shift silently away.
He needed her, now more than ever, but she only ever rejected him, not with words so much as actions. And he had no idea what h
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