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The Night of the Inquisition	By : DarkWolves Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 12535 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 3: Anastasia in the Fade
Ambassador Josephine Montilyet awoke to the music of the dawn chorus wafting down from the birds perched on the cusp of the tower above.
Josie opened her eyes to the light of a new day bathed across the Inquisitors quarters, such an awakening was quickly becoming a far more regular occurrence as time passed. As the early riser Josie was regularly treated with the opportunity to reach across the bed and draw herself into her elven lovers sleeping arms. She was surprised to find, when she rolled across the bed, the opposite side empty and cold.
Josie pulled herself up on the bed, expecting to find the elven Inquisitor wandering their quarters in one of a variety of states of undress. Instead she found the Inquisitors quarters empty, only the fresh flowers given as a gift perched atop the Inquisitors desk a sign of her lovers presence. Josephine stepped out of bed to embrace the warmth of the new day in full. Josephine washed and redressed with the same diligence and attention to detail as she gave to all aspects of her life. Securing the final tie of her golden top she left their quarters in search of the elusive Inquisitor amongst the elaborate halls of Skyhold.
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Josephine continued her search through the long corridors which lined the rear of the grand fortress of the Inquisition. As she drew closer to her office she began to hear voices emanating from the War Room. Expecting the War Room to be playing host to a meeting of the Inquisitorial council Josephine threw open the doors with a dramatic flourish. What greeted her was not what she had expected.
“…and tell the builders if they don’t put back my door I’m going to insert a large garden gnome-” Inquisitor Lavellan glanced up to take note of Josephine’s arrival. “Ah, good morning Ambassador”
Inquisitor Variya and Grand Enchanter Fiona stood looming over the war table, dressed in long flowing dark robes which concealed their lithe elven figures beneath multiple folds of loose fabric.
“Please join us” Inquisitor Variya offered the far side of the war table with a wave of her hand. Josephine accepted the offer, knowing at that moment that something was subtly unsettling. Variya never used her title except as a private joke.
“Returning to the matter at hand” Fiona continued their meeting from where they had departed. “I received a letter from Warden Stroud operating in the Western Approach speaking of a conspiracy directed against the Inquisition. He described it as something ‘sinister and something grotesque’ and what’s worse is its going on right under his very nose”
“But surely, Warden Stroud’s moustache is lovely?” Variya queried.
“Warden Stroud is recommending an operation to be conducted in the southern region of the Frostback Mountains, based on intelligence provided by your spymaster” Fiona continued.
“I am familiar with that region” Variya trailed her finger across the high rise of the southern mountains. “One of the clans was traversing one of the southern ranges when their scouting party encountered some kind of creature. Whatever it was it sent the young hunters fleeing”
“What did it look like?” Fiona asked.
“I’m not sure, like a big cat of some kind” Variya mused.
“What, like a Puma?” Fiona asked.
“Yeah, there you go” Variya said, continuing to trace her finger across the map. “Approaching from the north we will be deploying three platoons around the narrow pass to flank the Venatori encampment from the north, east and south. Captain Hu’s leading first troop, Watt’s leading second and Ido Nouhu’s in charge of third”
“So Hu’s leading first?” Fiona queried.
“Exactly” Variya answered. “This should prove an excellent opportunity for your Mage auxiliaries to operate in conjunction with Inquisition forces”
“Indeed, General Cullen has done an exceptional job of training the mages in Inquisition tactics” Variya said. “I observed a group of my mages sparring with Inquisition soldiers in the courtyard this morning, the soldiers were adamant their strong defensive and healing abilities helped no end in impressing the female staff observing the training”
“I don’t believe that” Fiona interjected. “I am a firm believer in the arcane school of combat and I am adamant that there is no way you can pick up chicks as a tank”
Josephine shook her head, desperate to clear the maddening thoughts which permeated her mind.
Had she been drugged, had the mounting stress of the situation finally brought her to her knees?
“Ambassador” Variya said, returning Josephine to the mortal realm. “You seem tired this morning. Did you not sleep well?”
“I’m sure the ambassador remained chained to her desk the entire night” Fiona said. “But how do you plan on transporting your forces up the mountains? Requisitioning mounts for the entire force could prove terribly expensive for the scale of the operation”
“Perhaps you should ask the ambassador” Variya suggested. “I imagine she has a greater interest in preserving the Inquisitions reputation than I do”
“I suppose she does, but there’s no point in asking” Fiona replied.
“Why not?” Variya asked.
“Because she doesn’t know” Fiona replied.
“She doesn’t know?” Variya queried.
“No, she DOESN’T know” Fiona repeated.
“Ah, I see what you mean” the tinge in the Inquisitors voice hinted at a realisation that was lost to Josephine.
This reminded Josephine of a book she had read, one of her favourites as a girl. The book, Anastasia in the Fade, the story about a girl taken into an alternate world of magic and wonderment.
“But returning to the matter at hand, we must come up with a solution which won’t leave a bad taste in anyone’s mouth” Fiona said.
“Perhaps if they were to take a, shortcut” Variya said with a sly grin. “Traversing across the marshes they would be able to make excellent progress, assuming they don’t get bogged down”
“Yes, there is nothing worse than getting stuck in a dark hole” Fiona replied. “However we may have an even greater constraint. Your proposed route takes us through the territory of Lord Galcian, a staunch opponent of the Inquisition. I highly doubt he will willingly allow us passage through the side roads in his territory”
“What if we were to strap on some additional incentives in return for access to his back passage?” Variya said. “Then maybe he would understand the thrust of the issue”
“Well perhaps if the carrot doesn’t work you could give him a bit of your stick” Fiona offered.
“Well he is Ferelden, of course he’d prefer it doggy style” Variya said.
I’m dreaming, that’s it, I’m dreaming.
Josephine pinched her exposed neck between her fingers, the sharp pain assuring her that she remained in the world in the living.
“How are you finding life in Skyhold, Grand Enchanter?” Variya asked.
“It is very enjoyable, Inquisitor” Fiona replied. “I took a walk in the garden this morning and was surprised to see a pair of great tits”
“You were very fortunate, you don’t often see them this time of year” Variya replied.
“They were very perky little things, they couldn’t remain hidden for long. They had a lovely round shape to them, large plump breasts” Fiona said.
“Great tits?” Variya asked.
“I wouldn’t go that far” Fiona replied
“Blue tits then?” Variya asked.
“I don’t think its cold enough for that yet” Fiona replied coyly.
“Alright that’s enough!” Josephine had finally reached the end of her tether, raising her voice far beyond the professional tone which defined her everyday life. The exchange immediately ceased, the leader of the Inquisition and the Grand Enchanter of the Circle of Magi waiting in anticipation of her next word. “The two of you” Josephine spoke with a low murmur, her gaze turned down towards the table. “Are clearly screwing with me”
“Rather interesting choice of words” Variya said coyly. “One would have thought you might-”
“Shut up” Josie pointed an accusing finger towards the Inquisitor without daring to raise her gaze. “I don’t know what you two are up to” Josie clenched her fists tightly on the table, her whole body tensing with no sign of release. There was clearly only one solution. “You two are so determined to make me degrade myself to your level” Josephine threw up her hands in admission of defeat. “Very well”
Josie released the clasp of her top at the base of her neck, pulling apart the two halves of her top as a defeated commander would throw open the gates at the end of a bloody siege. Josephine’s chocolate nipples rose proudly erect in the face of the prying eyes and the stiff breeze surrounding them. “Satisfied?”
Variya and Fiona wordlessly glanced between them. As the adrenaline and rage seeped away the stark reality of what she had just done played through Josephine’s mind, the inevitable repercussions which were-
Variya broke the looming silence. “Oh, thank the Dread Wolf” Variya sighed in relief. In unison Variya and Fiona reached up to release the clasps which held their robes beneath their chins. The loose black fabric cascaded across their shoulders in a smooth wave to pool at their feet, the stark display revealing that neither the Grand Enchanter nor the Inquisitor had been dressed beneath their robes.
“We never thought you’d take the hint” Fiona said with a sly grin.
Josie for her part was stunned into silence, unable to summon even the most simplistic response to such a situation. With her gaze frozen she watched as Inquisitor Variya sauntered forward and lay on her back across the war table, boldly stretching herself out across the wide table. Fiona clambered on top of the Inquisitor like a prowling cat ready to pounce upon its unsuspecting prey, leaving a trail of strategically placed kissed across the Inquisitors stomach as she crept forward.
Variya looked back at Josie, her long brown hair fluttering across the lip of the war table. “Come to us Josie” Variya pulled Josie on top of her, pressing her lips to Josie savouring the thrill of their upside down kiss. Variyas hands were quick to seek out the ambassadors exposed breasts, softly caressing the bare skin.
“Well, well” a coy voice distracted the elven Inquisitor from tending to her ambassador. The two looked across the war table to see Fiona rise out from behind the war table holding a familiar book in her hand, The Royal Fiancée.
“Give that back!” Josie cried.
Josephine clambered across the table in a desperate scramble to retrieve the book from Fiona’s hands before its contents could be divulged. Variya pulled herself up and pounced on top of her panicked ambassador, pinning her to the table while Fiona stepped beyond the reach of Josie’s outstretched reach.
Fiona’s fingers flicked through the pages, choosing a passage at random Fiona began to read aloud. “The Royal Fiancée. Chapter 1: Dawn over the Hills”
Felicity Caulfield, a young girl living amongst the rolling hills of the Hinterlands. Born the daughter of a successful blacksmith whose well-formed goods were sold across the length and breadth of central Ferelden she lived a modest life with her father and one other. The other was an orphaned elf who her father had taken in when Felicity had been a girl. Elise was the young elf’s name. She worked in the house tending to the daily chores and taking care of the horses for a place in their home and a generous wage. It was not long before the young Elf girl found herself at the beck and call of Felicity’s every whim.
“Elf girl” Felicity stepped into the garden, finding Elise tending to the vegetable garden. “Prepare my horse, I wish to go riding”
Elise glanced up to face her human counterpart with her warm smile across her lips. “Of course, my lady” was all she said in reply. This was how Elise responded to her requests.
“Elf girl” the next morning Felicity found Elise sweeping up the kitchen floor of the house. “Go to the market and buy some fresh fruit”
Elise glanced up from her work with the same warm smile. For reasons she could not comprehend the young elf’s gaze set Felicity’s beating heart aflutter. “Please” was all could escape her lips.
“Of course, my lady” Elise said in reply.
What she had never realised at the time, when she said ‘Of course’ she meant ‘I love you’.
“Oh who wrote this drivel?” Variya interrupted the ebb and flow of the ongoing narrative. “Even Swords and Shields was better than this”
“I’ll have you know it won awards across the Orlesian art world” Josie fought to defend one of the books that had been a favourite of her teens.
“I think we’ll just skip that bit” Fiona continued rifling through the book, idly pacing around the room behind the war table.
“No, that’s quite enough” Josie insisted. “Please just return the book and we’ll forget-”
“But I want to know how it ends” Fiona interjected.
“I’m sure that we could come to some kind of arrangement” Josie offered. “If you wish, I could secure a vast estate in Amaranthine, a noble position in the Antivan court-”
“Oh no, this is far more valuable” Variya said with a wry smile.
“Ah here we are” Fiona finally ceased flicking through the pages and resumed reading.
Morning broke across the sun kissed hills. Felicity did not know today would be one which would change her forever. She entered the stables at the back of the house, finding Elise busy laying down fresh straw for the horses.
“Elf girl” Felicity called out to her. Elise looked up, that same damned intoxicating smile. “Pass me that bucket” Felicity pointed to the water bucket left by Elise’s feet. Elise dutifully retrieved the bucket and held it out as an offering to Felicity. Felicity reached out to accept the offering, the moment their hands touched she could not hold back any longer.
Felicity leant forward to throw her arms around Elise’s shoulders, pressing her lips to the elven girl in a clumsy mimicry of heated passion. Elise’s body trembled beneath her lover’s touch, the water bucket falling to the floor beside them in a flurry of upset water droplets. The two lovers stumbled intertwined in eachothers arms, falling back into the freshly laid hay behind them. Their lips parted as they panted in the aftermath of their shared kiss.
For too long Felicity had yearned to feel her embrace. She longed to feel the elfs kisses up and down her chest, her warm breath across her thighs. She wished to wrap her hands around the elfs elegant figure as they rolled through the hay, frolicking like only two young women in love could frolic-
“Are you alright Josie?” Variya asked, feeling Josie shifting nervously beneath her elven lover.
“Nothing” Josies cheeks flushed red even as she fought desperately to supress it.
“You’re enjoying this aren’t you?” Variya said with a wry smile.
“No” Josie snapped back far too quickly, her usually unfaltering mannerisms swiftly disintegrating in the face of her lovers devilish probing.
“Tell you what” Variya said. “We’ll act it out together. Josies, you be the elf girl and I’ll be the blacksmiths daughter”
“Shouldn’t you be the elf?” Josie asked.
“Who’s the Inquisitor here?” Variya said, leaning down to plant another amorous kiss across the ambassador’s lips. Josie continued to writhe and squirm beneath her lover, the unabated flail of arms sending the statuettes sprawling across the war table.
“I think you just deployed an Inquisition force to Amaranthine” Variya giggled.
Josie reached over to retrieve two of Nightingales discarded statuettes from across the war table, placing them atop her exposed nipples. “Prepare to invade the Twin Peaks”
Variya could do little but stare down at the splendour laid beneath her. “You have no idea of the things I’m going to do to your-”
A sharp knock at the War Room door sent their hearts into panic. Variyas mind ran wild thinking of who it might be.
The knock was far too soft to be Cullen. But why would the Inquisitions General need to knock?
The door catch released, prompting the three into action. “Hide!”
Variya climbed off of Josie with elven dexterity, pulling Fiona down behind the war table together. Josie struggled to replace the front clasps of her top, not the first time in her life she had needed to redress in a hurry and not the first time she damned the arcane complexity of Antivan tailoring. The door groaned open on well-worn hinges with an up wash of displaced dust. Josie reached out and grabbed Variyas discarded cloak, throwing it over her shoulders and pulled it tight around her.
“Ambassador, a moment of your time if you would”
“Of course” Josie stuttered. “Dorian”
The Tevinter mage sauntered up to the war table with a confident stride born of generations of the finest breeding and training in the civilised world. “I was wondering, if by chance, you have lain eyes upon our illustrious Inquisitor?”
“No” Josie snapped back as she felt the caress of explorative fingers, the rustle of cloth, the cool breeze across her exposed lips
They couldn’t possibly be-
Josie fought to regain her shattered composure. “I haven’t seen her today”
“Shame really” Dorian replied. “It’s this fortress, it’s too vast” Dorian threw up his arms in a dramatic pose. “There are just far too many nooks and crannies for someone to Fennec themselves away it becomes almost impossible to find someone when you need them”
“Of course, now if you please I must-” Josie felt fingers being replaced by lips.
“Although, while I have your ear Ambassador” Dorian interrupted. Josie’s fingers clawed at the solid wood of the war table. “I was wondering, has there been any progress on my request to have the Chantry officially declare me ‘Most Handsome and Dashing Tevinter of all Time’?”
“No” Josie replied through gritted teeth, she couldn’t tell whose lips they were but they were swiftly bringing her to the edge of reason.
“What about my suggestion to use blood magic to raise Skyhold and rotate it 90 degrees west so my library has more light during winter?” knowing Dorian he had indeed put such a request amongst her paperwork.
“I-” Josie stumbled over her words, her mind too awash with anger, pleasure and fear to respond in anyway coherently.
“Frankly it proves impossible to get anything done around here” Dorian continued unabated. “Oh, and Variya”
A dull thump emerged from beneath the War Table, a volley of muffled elven curses followed by a sigh of defeat. “Yes?”
“Cassandra wished to speak with you” Dorian said. “She asked me to tell her if I saw you, although perhaps I’ll neglect to mention precisely where it was I found you”
Variya peeked out from beneath the far side of the War Table, wiping the lingering stain from her lips.
“Or what you were doing” Dorian continued.
Fiona pulled herself up from behind the table beside the Inquisitor, cleaning her lips with a pass of her hand.
“Or with whom” Dorian said.
Variyas eyes stared daggers at the Tevinter Mage, wordlessly detailing the untold number of imaginative and anatomically creative ways she intended to inflict retribution upon him.
“I’m afraid you’ll find me immune to your womanly gaze, Inquisitor” Dorian turned to leave the War Room. “Ta ta for now dearies”
Josephine was beside herself. At that moment she wished more than anything for the power to make this-
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Josephine awoke to the warm glow of the sun beaming down upon her. Such an awakening was becoming more and more of a regular occurrence as time went on, Josephine finding herself in the Inquisitors quarters almost every-
Wait, didn’t I already wake up this morning?
Josephine leapt bolt upright in her bed, her eyes scanning across the Inquisitors quarters laid out before her, precisely as she remembered them. The same coo of the birds carried on the wind, the same scent of the fresh flowers on the Inquisitors desk. Josephine pulled herself out of bed, washed and redressed with the ever lingering feeling that she had experienced this before.
Had the whole thing really been a dream?
Descending through the corridors of Skyhold Josie heard familiar voices emanating from the War Room. Drawn in by the sound she opened the door to be met by Variya and Fiona engaged in a familiar exchange.
“…insert a large garden gnome-” Variya said. “Ah, good morning Ambassador” Variya acknowledged the Ambassador.
In a perfect mimicry of her memory she was invited into the meeting. The talk continued with Variya retelling the story of the elf clan’s passage through the mountains.
“I’m not sure, like a big cat of some kind” Variya mused.
“What, like a Puma?” Fiona asked, Josephine whispering the words beneath her breath.
“Yeah, there you go” Variya said.
Was she dreaming, hallucinating, delirious?
“We will be deploying three platoons through the pass to flank the Venatori encampment from the north, east and south. Captain Hu’s leading first troop-”
“Watts leading second, Ido Nouhu’s leading third” Josie said.
“Excellent, it seems Ambassador Montilyet has been keeping on top of her reports. That’s correct” Variya said.
Fiona, word for word, repeated her concerns regarding the route to be taken by their forces.
“Perhaps you should ask the ambassador” Variya suggested. “I imagine she has a greater interest in preserving the Inquisitions reputation than I do”
“I suppose she does, but there’s no point in asking” Fiona replied.
“Why not?” Variya asked.
“Because she doesn’t know” Fiona replied.
“She doesn’t know?” Variya queried.
“No, she DOESN’T-” Fiona said.
“Perhaps we should take a shortcut across the marshlands” Josie interrupted. “Our forces could make excellent progress, assuming they weren’t bogged down in a dark hole somewhere”
“It appears that our ambassador is on excellent form this morning” Fiona said.
This is my chance. This is the chance to do it properly this time around, this time I’ll be the one in control.
“Alright” Josie interrupted. “I see where this is going” without another word Josie reached up to unclasp the front of her voluptuous top, boldly pulling the two halves aside to reveal her firm chest. “Is this what you wanted to see?”
Variya and Fiona glanced between them wordlessly at the unexpected display. The adrenaline surged through Josephine’s body in anticipation of what was to come in the wake of her bold reveal.
“This is, unexpected, Ambassador” Fiona said tactfully.
Josephine’s heart stopped in her chest, a clutching sense of dread replacing illicit thrill. “But the two of you are…” Josephine stumbled.
Variya and Fiona reached up to release the clasps of their robes in unison, the material parting to reveal Inquisitorial dress and First Enchanter robes beneath respectively.
Josephine’s mind went blank. All she could think to do was run from the room as fast as her feet dared carry her, emitting a high pitched scream not heard since her younger sister Yvette had hidden a fake spider in her doll collection.
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