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An Unlikely Pairing (Dragon Age Inquisition)	By : Elvhennan Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 949 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“That has got to be the most Dalish thing I’ve ever seen,” I awoke to the sound of Varric’s voice. I was still snuggled into Elgar’nan’s fur.
As soon as I moved he stood and trotted off to begin grazing with Gil. The loyal beast hadn’t wanted to wake me. His personality never ceased to amaze me.
I stood up as well, just shrugging at Varric. “I am Dalish.”
“What’s the plan, Boss?” asked Iron Bull who was eating some of last nights Ram for breakfast.
“We’re not far from the Vallasdhalen, we can leave the mounts here and walk.”
“If we absolutely must,” Dorian pretended to complain.
Before we departed I approached Elgar’nan, who was watching a nug hop through the brush. I clicked my tongue and he turned to make eye contact.
“Stay with Gil,” I pointed to Gil, “and the horse,” I pointed to the horse, “at the very least, if a bear comes along you can outrun it.” He huffed and bobbed his head.
“I stand corrected,” Varric spoke up behind me. “THAT is the most Dalish thing I’ve ever seen.
“Doug!” Bull shouted to the oafish animal who lazed by a tree root nearby, “If a bear comes along, kick its ass.”
To my surprise Doug actually acknowledged him with a grunt.
“Why do you call him Doug?” Dorian asked as we all started walking toward the river.
Bull chuckled. “I knew a gorgeous tavern wench once, teats like you’ve never seen before. Turned out she had a cock, that was exciting,” he smiled, apparently remembering. Dorian, Varric, and I all looked confounded, as this had taken an abrupt turn.
“She had a dog named Doug,” he continued, “She taught him how to be part of her dance. Doug the dog. I liked that dog, I liked that girl.”
He clenched a fist, smiling, and stopped walking to declare, “Now I have Doug the Nug. A Battle Doug.”
“A Dougalope,” laughed Varric.
“Ha! Yes!” Bull heartily agreed. “The Bull’s Chargers accept it as partial payment from the Inquisition.” He shot me a grin and I returned it.
When we came over the ridge into the grove where the trees had been planted for the Emerald Knights, we saw a massive Giant. Must’ve missed one the last time we’d been here, that or the Venatori had replaced the ones we’d felled.
“Wouldn’t be a good story without a good fight,” Varric said, unhitching Bianca from his back.
Iron Bull smirked and nodded, always ready to hit something.
For a moment I paused, looking for a way to sneak around it, but quickly abandoned the idea. I came to look for something and I didn’t even know for a fact it was here. I couldn’t very well do that with a Giant trying to break me in half. If only the Venatori would fuck off and leave these things where they lived, I wouldn’t have to kill the poor creatures.
I grimaced, drawing my sword. With all of our weapons ready, Bull and I entered the clearing. The Giant didn’t notice until we’d closed about half the distance between us, but when it did it pulled a boulder up from the earth and hurled it in our direction. Both of us sidestepped the projectile and charged in to swing at its legs. A bolt of lightning snapped the air and the Giant was left momentarily paralyzed, giving Varric time to make a perfect shot at its face. He moved in closer and kept firing, and with a mighty roar the Giant tried to take a swat at him. Bull got in the way and swung his battle axe into the Giant’s arm, leaving a bloody gash. I was behind, cutting into its heels with my sword, Gods they had such thick skin.
Dorian was releasing strike after strike, elegantly moving with his staff as though choreographed. I suddenly realized with horror that it was not only the one Giant we were facing. Another must have heard the roar of the first and come to help, because it was about to kill our mage. Dorian was realizing too late that the second one had entered the field, hand larger than his entire body bearing down to crush him.
I abandoned the first Giant’s legs and sprinted towards him, putting myself and my shield between him and the blow, but I did not have time to brace for impact and my shield was driven back into my face. My back smashed into Dorian’s body, knocking us both to the ground. My vision went white for a moment and when it returned I was trying to blink blood out of my eye. Dorian was back on his feet casting a barrier around us and Varric, who had noticed what was happening, tossed a jar of bees at the feet of our second Giant. I stood, a little light headed, tasting blood in my mouth. The Giant was being stung by a hundred angry bees and had moved away from us in an attempt to flee the swarm. Sera, you mad genius, thank you.
The first Giant had fallen to its knees and Iron Bull delivered the killing blow, roaring in triumph and turning on his heel to run after the second one.
“Are you all right?” I asked Dorian.
“I think I should be asking you that question,” he said, his face warped by no small amount of horror.
“This? This is nothing,” I smiled at him, fairly certain my mouth was full of blood, before turning to chase after Bull.
Thwack, thwack, thwack, came the sound of Bianca’s bolts finding purchase in the second Giant’s chest. The bees had dispersed and Bull had cut deep into the Giant’s knee. A ball of fire whizzed by and struck the Giant in the ribs, leaving its flesh sizzling. I got behind it and thrust my sword into the back of its good leg and then again.
Varric was still firing, there had to have been twenty bolts buried in the center of the beast’s sternum.
Dorian released a dozen wisps of lightning that made their way to Varric’s metal crossbow bolts. That must have seized the creature’s heart because it fell then, dead.
“You look terrible!” Bull grinned at me.
“Thanks, Bull,” I laughed.
Dorian pulled a cloth from his robes. “For the blood,” he said as he handed it to me.
I wiped my face as best I could without being able to see it. I almost felt remorseful that it was such a fine fabric and I was sullying it, but it smelled like him and I wholeheartedly enjoyed that.
I sought out the tree marked for Linduranae now that the grove was cleared.
“What, praytell, are we looking for?” asked Dorian as I found the ancient stone carving.
“I’m not sure.”
I crossed my arms and stared at the tree, the ground would not still be disturbed from a burial hundreds of years ago. I wasn’t positive the sword was here at all, this could have been all for naught. I knelt in front of the marker while the others poked around the area. I tried to imagine I was Ser Brandis, what would I have done with a relic I did not know the significance of from a culture that did not belong to me?
It was always warm in the valley, but it was cold here. For a moment I imagined it was just the lingering woe of an entire race chilling me. But the longer I knelt, the colder it got. My brow furrowed, and I realized with a bit of annoyance that the left side of my face was indeed beginning to hurt.
I used my hands to probe the ground around me, finding there was in fact a cold spot here. I had to pull back the sheet of moss at the base of the tree to reach the soil beneath, where I found the dirt was even colder. I scooped it away with my hands and as I did I began to see old, decaying fabric. I stared at that fabric, feeling slightly unable to breathe. If this was really it...
When it was at last uncovered, I could barely believe it. It baffled me that no one had ever found it. I guess we elves were too busy being enslaved or relocated at the time it’d been buried, and the memory of its journey to this place had faded by the time we could search for it.
It appeared Ser Brandis had wrapped it in a shroud and laid it to rest where he thought it should be with warrior who’d wielded it. I felt more respect for Orlais in that moment than I had in all the time I’d spent in their country. Chevaliers were supposed to be honorable men and women, and Ser Brandis, though long gone, had just proved to me that some lived up to the standards.
Evanura was beautiful. Still glittering silver after all this time, blade cold to the touch, enchanted with Frost Runes.
“Andraste’s ass,” Varric swore in disbelief.
“Glad I could give you something exciting to write about,” I said to him, but I could not take my eyes off the sword. It was said it had been forged by June, the very god my Vallaslin honored. Tears actually threatened at the back of my eyes.
“I do hope it was worth your face,” was Dorian’s cheeky remark but when I looked up at him he was wearing a warm smile, he almost looked proud.
“Good work, Boss.”
“Thank you all for your help, this means a lot to me.” I said it as their friend, but also as the Inquisitor, a man with power and status. It was easy to forget I was the commander of anything, or a leader to these men. Linduranae had lead her men to their deaths in a battle she knew she could not win. The previous morning I had called that foolish pride, but I felt it now, her cause was just and true. As was ours now.
I hoped our cause would not end the same way. I hoped I was not leading these men, my friends, to their deaths against Corypheus. But the sword had a new champion to wield it and I would do my best to be worthy of such a gift. I would fight to the death. I would face Corypheus and his arch demon and cultists and knights whether or not I was certain of victory simply because it was right.
And I wasn’t solely fighting in the name of the elves as she had. As I looked at us, a human mage, a dwarf, a Ben-Hassrath Qunari, and a Dalish elf, I smiled, I fought for us all.
Evanura was mine. I felt invincible.
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