Gwenevere's Dragon Age Adventure Cp.4 by pixichi, literature
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Gwenevere's Dragon Age Adventure Cp.4
The 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
Gwenevere's Dragon Age Adventure Cp.3 by pixichi, literature
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Gwenevere's Dragon Age Adventure Cp.3
Alienage 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 g
Gwenevere's Dragon Age Adventure Cp.2 by pixichi, literature
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Gwenevere's Dragon Age Adventure Cp.2
"What?!" Elva protested, her red hair feathered out like a flame, as if in response to her rage. "I've always known you were insane Cyrion! Letting a shemlen into your own home--Valendrian will never stand for this!"
"Elva..." Cyrion began. But before the tolerant elf could explain his predicament, the disgruntled woman stormed across the wooden floor. She stopped at the table where Flavinia and Gwenevere were situated, and huffed once before exiting out the front door.
"What did I do?" Gwenevere whined, positively vexed.
"Nothing, child," Cyrion offered. "Elva has always been a tad, 'outspoken', when it comes to tradition."
"He means she
Gwenevere's Dragon Age Adventure Cp.1 by pixichi, literature
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Gwenevere's Dragon Age Adventure Cp.1
Gwenevere awoke to the soft glow of moonlight, a curious glass shard laying beside her. She got to her feet, and dusted dirt from her rather gaudy little dress. It was light blue--her favorite color--and decorated in hundreds of brightly colored beads and gems. She had taken it during one of her many training sessions around The City. Garrett had no need for such a frivolous garment; it held zero value, after all. But to Gwenevere, it was priceless.
"Huh? Oh no...I'm lost again." The nymph whined, positively flustered by how rotten her day had gone. It didn't help, thinking of just how angry her mentor would be when she returned late.
But G
Dragon Age II: The Kirkwall Chronicles (1) by ParisWriter, literature
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Dragon Age II: The Kirkwall Chronicles (1)
Chapter One
Leandra Hawke smiled as she watched her daughter, Bethany, remembering fondly the days when she had been a little girl, practicing spells in the woods with her father and sister. She was a grown woman now, though, and she couldn't help but think how much like her she'd grown up to be despite not being a mage, herself. Bethany laughed joyfully as she sat in the lap of her sweetheart – a knight from Highever she and her sister had found clinging to the last threads of life not too far away from their secluded home just outside of the village of Lothering – and Leandra couldn't help but wish that perhaps her child would