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The Mage and the Templars	By : Nyghtlei17 Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 8458 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Before they could make it up to the castle, they would have to help protect the village. They spoke to Mayor Murdock and gathered a group of men and women who were willing to fight. They placed barriers and blockades where they could. “I think this is all we can manage”, Teagan said, dusting his hands off,
“Let us hope this will be enough”, she said. In the back of her mind she knew it wouldn’t be. There was no way these barriers would hold up.
“With a Grey Warden aiding our defense, perhaps all is not lost”, he smiled at her.
“There are two of us Bann Teagan”, she nodded in Alistair’s direction, who was buying a new shield from a blacksmith.
He shrugged, “He’s not the pretty one”, he smiled down at her.
Her cheeks grew red immediately. “I...uh…”, she didn’t know what to say. She was flattered but this was hardly the time or place. “Th-thank you, I suppose.” Maker’s breath how was she going to get out of this?
Teagan chuckled, “Nothing like a blushing elf”, he mused.
“Oh! Alistair? I will be right there!”, she hadn’t heard him calling her she just needed an escape. “Sorry, my companion needs me. Maker watch over you”, she said as she jogged over to Alistair.
“Were you calling me?”, Alistair asked as he lifted the metal shield up with his left forearm.
Slightly out of breath she said, “It is nothing. A new shield?”
His eyes lit up, “Yes, It’s a little heavier than my wooden one but it shouldn’t turn to splinters”
“Good”, she said, remembering all the blood mixed in with those splinters. All the blood and all the power. She rubbed her left eye, there was a price for that kind of magic.
“Are you sure you’re okay to fight? If you don’t think you can, you can always stay in the Chantry.”
She scoffed, “You think I can leave you on your own without a healer?”
“I’m serious”, he groaned.
“As am I”, she folded her arms. She could see just fine, she was no coward.
“Well, if it gets to be too much…”
She nodded. The others approached them. Ammy sat loyally at her feet. “Come here boy”, she said as she pulled the white paint from her pouch, she’d held onto since Lothering. She dipped two fingers in the small jar and drew lines down the center of the Mabari. The paint branched out of the center lines down his back and she underlined his large dark eyes. She rubbed her hands together to rid them of paint as Ammy barked his appreciation.
Kitsune and Morrigan cast armour spells on themselves, then she cast a fire spell on the two warrior’s blades. Leliana filled her quiver with arrows and inspected her bow closely. Morrigan handed her fellow mage a Lyrium potion with a face that said ‘Use it wisely’.
She noted all of the fire that was around them; there were barrels of oil and next to that was a large bonfire. It was meant for the archers to dip their arrowheads in the oil and then light them. Fire was a fool proof method to kill the undead. Sten stood with the tip of his greatsword planted in the dirt, the flames on it flickered upward and licked at his forearms which were placed lazily on the hilt. “You are not worried about this battle?”, Kitsune asked him.
He looked at her and remained silent.
“Are you ever going to speak to me?”, she sighed.
“There is nothing worth saying”, he said in his deep monotone voice.
She rolled her eyes, “Is there not anything you like?”
“Killing”, he replied.
“You are very good at it but, there is nothing else? What about sex?” All men loved sex, except Alistair of course.
“Hmph”
She giggled, “Maker watch over you Sten” She left his side and went to Leliana and Morrigan who appeared to be bickering about the teachings of the Chantry. “Do you get along with anyone?”, she asked Morrigan playfully.
“I have never understood why you people love to talk. Tis but a waste of time, all of this idle chit-chat”, she complained.
“Morrigan is just upset because I have been asking her if she believes in the Maker”, Leliana chided. “You should see how flustered she gets”, the bard laughed.
“Have either of you ever killed an undead?”, she changed the subject to a more serious topic.
Neither of them responded.
“I suppose they aren’t much harder to kill then a Darkspawn. They’re already dead”, Alistair said as he swung his sword in the air.
“Undead”, Leliana corrected.
“Whatever”, he whined.
Everyone waited in patient silence for the undead to arrive.
They arrived in large numbers, such large numbers that on several occasions they were very much overwhelmed. Twice Sten cut one of them in two before they could attack her and for that she was thankful (she of course wouldn’t try to tell him that). They were flooding them now, they were drowning in undead. At some point Kitsune heard a cry from somewhere far away. Above the clashes and clangs she strained to hear the tiny voice, “Chantry” and “Help” was all she could make out. When she could, she broke away from the battle and ran over to the hill that led down to the Chantry.
To her dismay it was crawling with the damned corpses. She looked back at the knights and her companions, they were fighting the horde, they were busy here. Someone needed to get to the Chantry, only a handful of knights and maybe a few farmers were down there. She ran down the path as fast as she could, her heart was pounding against her ribs. When she got to the Chantry she froze two of the undead that stood over an older man who was wounded. She healed him and helped him back to his feet and shoved his sword back in his hand. This was his home and it was still under siege.
After so many spells she grew tired and strained, she drank the Lyrium potion and when it didn’t help she remembered what Alistair told her. She glanced around, they managed to gain control of the battle but they were still severely outnumbered. If she left now they wouldn’t stand a chance. She shook her head, trying to shake away the dizziness and push through it. Fire, ice, lightning, she cast and killed until she lost count. Sweating and heaving she searched for an end, it was nowhere in sight.   For a moment she let her guard down and in that moment the undead knight came from her left and struck her with its bony hand, drawing blood and shock from the partially blind elf.
She cried out in pain and frustration but when she tried to electrocute the monster her staff hit a suit of armour. Where she expected to see Alistair she saw Teagan. “You’re bleeding”, he said as he touched the blood on her face.
She swatted his hand away, “I am fine.” The scent of blood filled her nose. She remembered all the power that surged through that blood, she couldn’t remember the fear. It was intoxicating, she wanted so badly to use it again, she could end this battle effortlessly. But at what cost? Teagan and three knights had come down the hill to assist them. Dawn was breaking and with it the last undead came down from a forceful bite from the white streaked marbari, they had won the battle.
Once they staked all of the bodies on a pyre and watched the black putrid smoke billow into the morning sky, Bann Teagan gathered everyone in front of the Chantry. He congratulated them on their victory and said a few words for those that had fallen, including Mayor Murdock. When he thanked Kitsune directly, the Bann grabbed her hand and raised it high with his own as the townspeople cheered. She snatched her hand away, this was no time to gloat in victory, the same would happen again tonight if they did not go to the castle. Teagan walked their group to the inn and set them up with a proper meal and beds.
As they ate Kitsune said, “Only mages can summon the undead.” Both Alistair and Leliana looked at her as if she had just said the strangest thing.
“She is right”, Morrigan agreed.
“I don’t think there are any in Castle Redcliffe”, Alistair said as he chewed his food. “At least not while I was there.”
“It is not all that impossible I suppose. We should get some rest before we deal with anything else”, Leliana added thoughtfully.
This had to be the work of a very powerful mage, or worse. They each took their own bed. Ammy slept on the floor between her and Alistair. Sten’s feet hung off the bed as he snored loudly, she giggled. She rolled onto her back and touched the cut on her cheek, she hadn’t healed it yet and honestly she didn’t want to. She liked the way it stung when she touched it. Her hands started shaking, Maker, what is happening to me? Lying on her side she clasped her hands and smashed them between her thighs. No more of this, no more blood. The healing light glowed from her hand and the stinging pain on her face subsided. Never again.
She awoke before anyone else. The evening air was cool in Redcliffe, the wind carried mist from the waterfall. She paced through the village, talking with the knights and villagers that fought valiantly in the battle. Some of them thanked the Maker and some of them thanked the Wardens, she was honored. She approached the hill near the waterfall as the sun was setting. As she watched the sun she got the feeling she was being watched. “You do not have to hide”, she said as she looked behind her to see the knight standing there. “Bann Teagan”, she nodded as he walked up to her.
“Do you mind if I join you?”
“No, by all means”, she gestured for him to stand next to her and watch the sunset. “It is beautiful, is it not?”
“Yes”, he agreed. “But I have seen things much more beautiful.”
She didn’t want to ask what, she was sure she knew where this was going.
“How did such a beautiful girl like yourself come to join the Grey Wardens? I can’t imagine you did so willingly”, he crossed his arms as he spoke.
“I did so willingly. I am much more than a pretty face”, she kept her tone even and respectful.
He scoffed, “An elven mage willing to give up her life for the sake of a land that doesn’t even welcome her kind.”
“My kind? What do you know of my kind, Bann Teagan?”, she didn’t let him finish. “I am not an elven mage, but a Grey Warden and as such I swore an oath to protect Ferelden from the Darkspawn. I am honored to be one.”
“Beautiful and passionate, you certainly are quite the woman”, he smiled down at her.
“Is there something I can help you with? There must be something you want from me if you keep telling me how beautiful I am. How about we skip the small talk and get right to it?”, she put her hands on her hips and waited for a response.
“I’m sorry if I’m bothering you. It’s not often I find myself attracted to someone like you… it makes me nervous.” He smiled weakly.
She sighed, “You are not bothering me”, she waved her hand nonchalantly. “There is no need to be nervous around me. I do not bite.” She giggled at her own joke and touched his arm. He was attractive, after all what was the harm in talking. “So”, she walked her fingertips over his armour. “You think I am beautiful and passionate? What else?”
He had a thoughtful look on his face, “You have magnificent breasts m’lady”, he stared hungrily at her chest.
She didn’t feel uncomfortable. His bluntness excited her. She looked down at her black brassiere, she should really consider getting different clothes. She bit her bottom lip, toying with the idea of letting him touch them. Kitsune looked around, there was no one up on the hill and there was a mill nearby. He grabbed her hand and lead her to the mill, she said nothing when he closed the door behind them. Immediately, his hands were on her.
He slipped his gloves off with his teeth and cupped one plump breast in each hand. She moaned as he squeezed and massaged them. Maker this was good, she needed this so bad. When his massaging wasn’t enough she started removing his clothes. Her hands were shaking and her heart pounding, her body had been aching for a man to touch her for so long. Her mind was blurred, she wasn’t sure how she got to this point. Though she wasn’t going to stop now. When every piece of fabric was lying around the mill, Teagan backed her into a wall, his hands fumbling over her hips. He turned her around and slowly he slid his rough hands down her thighs until he got to her mound.
She knew she was wet, the second her brassiere came off she’d felt the familiar tingle. He spread her folds making her moan in anticipation. Please, she thought, please do not tease me. She gasped when his fingers entered her. Her moans came out as a shrill scream, she could hear him say something in admiration of her wetness. His fingers worked her, the sounds of her approval getting louder. Bent over, all the blood was rushing to her head and making it difficult to focus. All she could think about was this orgasm that was building.
Her thighs were trembling uncontrollably just as her walls began to clench around his fingers. “Ma-maker!”, she exclaimed as she rode out her wave. “Alis-”, she bit down on her lip. It was his face she was seeing amidst all of those colors and stars. She moaned in disappointment when Teagan removed his hand when her excitement had subsided. She remained bent over, her bottom in the air and her face parallel with her knees. She watched his feet through the space between her legs as he positioned himself behind her.
With no words or hesitation he pushed into her. “Ah”, she moaned. “Mmm”, she was still sensitive from her climax.
He grunted from behind her, his groans were quiet and desperate. She had a feeling he had been holding this in for far too long. He placed a hand on each of her hips and tugged her back as he drove in. He was deep inside her, driving her wild all over again. While he pumped into her she had a moment of clarity. She almost called out for Alistair. Maker how she wished for it to be him sliding in and out of her, getting slicker with each thrust. Her body shuddered, she needed this. Alistair had a thing for teasing her, turning her on and quickly pushing her away.
“Maker”, he groaned as he spasmed inside her. She felt her hole being filled with his orgasm. A sudden wave of guilt washed over her. He pulled out of her and quickly she snapped up, gathering her clothes and adjusting her hair. “That was great”, he said once his clothes were back on.
Cullen must have set her expectations high. “It was”, she smiled a fake smile as she left the mill. She thought the release would make her feel better, maybe she’d be able to get Alistair off her mind, she thought wrong. Maker, Kitsune what is wrong with you?
   “There you are”, his voice made her stomach drop.
   “Maker!”, she exclaimed.
   “Whoa…”, he put his hands up in defense and took half a step back. “Didn’t mean to startle you. I’ve been looking for you.”
   “Well, you found me”, her tone was loud and uneven. She cleared her throat. “What did you want?”, she started walking quickly away from the mill before Teagan came out.
   “I wanted to give you something”, he grabbed her wrist to hold her in place.
A gift? For what?, she thought. She jumped when she heard the mill door open and shut. Alistair dropped her hand when Teagan greeted him.
“Uh… hello, Teagan.” She could see the understanding in his face when the Bann wrapped his arm around her waist.
“Maybe we could do that again later”, he whispered in her ear, she was unsure if Alistair heard him. Teagan was halfway down the hill before he spoke.
“I’d noticed the way he’d been watching you but...”, his tone was even and low.
“Alistair, nothing happened. We were talking”, she didn’t know why she was lying.
“Riiiiight, a beautiful girl and a powerful man, alone, hiding from everyone else, to discuss… what? Battle strategies? No? To discuss the importance of the Chantry in times of war? That’s not it? Oh! Maybe to discuss their love of fine cheeses? No, no that’s definitely not it, those are things that I would do.” He folded his arms and waited for a response.
She laughed a sound that was more of a cackle, “Please tell me you are joking!”, she shouted the last word. “I have no idea what you want from me. I do not belong to you! I can... I can lick as many lampposts as I please, Alistair Theirin!”
His face glowed red, his expression unreadable. “Him, of all people? Why does it have to be him?”, he groaned.
“You would have said that if it were anyone else”, she leaned against the mill door. “Is his highness jealous of the lowly Bann of Rainesfere?”
She flinched when the palm of his hand slammed against the door. “Do not call me that”, he said through gritted teeth.
Sarcastically she curtsied, “Of course your Majesty.” She wasn’t intimidated by him.
“Kitsune. Stop.”
“Whatever my King asks of-”, his leathered hand covered her mouth.
His jaw was clenched, nostrils flared, but his eyes gave him away. He looked hurt. “Here”, he moved his hand from her mouth and shoved something into her chest.
She took it and regretted everything she said when she looked at it. An eyepatch, leather dyed dark grey to match her hair. “Alistair I-”
He took it back from her and slipped it over her head. She adjusted her hair and looked up at him with an apologetic smile. He started to walk away, she grabbed his arm guard.
“Thank you”, she said to his back.
“Yeah”, he pulled his arm free and made his way back to the village.
When he was out of sight she sunk to the ground. Why was this so complicated?
   They were all well rested with full bellies. Today they were going to the castle. Alistair was nervous about the situation, he had been mumbling reassurance to himself all morning. Kitsune had told Sten and Ammy to stay behind and protect the village in case things went badly at the castle. The Qunari agreed with half a nod and the Mabari whined his disapproval. The rest of them would be heading up to the castle but first they would meet with Bann Teagan.
They met him by the mill where she had been just twelve hours before. Teagan had a sly grin on his face, she ignored him. “Bann Teagan”, she bowed her head in respect.
He glossed over her company and smiled faintly at the uneasy Alistair. “Thank you all for doing this”, he sighed. “Do you have everything you need? We have no idea how the things are at the castle, you should be prepared for anything.”
“We are thank you. We-”, Kitsune was interrupted by the sound of hurried footsteps approaching. Everyone turned to towards the sound.
“Lady Isolde?”, Bann Teagan and Alistair said in unison.
“Teagan! Teagan… please you must come with me”, the blonde woman was out of breath. Kitsune noted she had the same accent as Leliana. “You must come back to the castle with me.”
“We were just about to go there”, Alistair said.
“No it has to be Teagan and Teagan alone”, she glanced up at Alistair. “Alistair? W-what are you doing here?”
“Nevermind that”, Teagan said. “What is going on up there Isolde?”
“I…”, she chewed her bottom lip nervously and looked between Kitsune and Morrigan. “I cannot say. Please you must come with me now.”
Reluctantly Bann Teagan agreed, “Alright, you go on ahead. I’ll be right behind you.” A brief look of relief crossed her face. Lady Isolde made her way back to the castle. “There’s a secret passage to the castle dungeons inside the mill. I want you to go through there and meet us at the castle. I don’t know what Isolde is hiding but I have a bad feeling about it. Be careful in there.”
She and Alistair nodded and waited for Teagan to catch up to Isolde before they entered the mill. “Surely you noticed the way she looked at us”, Morrigan whispered to Kitsune.
She nodded. That look all but confirmed that it had something to do with a mage. Leliana found the door on the floor that lead to the dungeons. The passage was narrow, she had never had a fear of tight spaces but there was a first time for everything. Alistair led the way.
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