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*Bianca's POV* We stepped into the darkness that had fallen over Kirkwall, the sandstone buildings towering over us with petty thieves looming over the edges of the contained roofs. Smirking, I just shook my head. 12 years ago I was just like them. A thief who stole for anything shiny that someone had on them, kinda like a magpie. My fingers still twitch to this day when I see a necklace or a full coin purse. I simply pulled out Starfang, nimbly swinging her around to let her glow leave a trail as a warning. Twas a warning which was ignored. Thuds of boots landing surrounded the group and I. Hawke released her staff from the clasps on her ar

It was a short walk to Dust Town, they built they city away from the "stain on the perfect lineage" of the rest of the city. Sod, I forgot how bad the smell really was here. The unique aroma was still that pleasant blend of vomit, stale piss, nug shit and misery... Ahh, good to home. Everyone was wide eyed at what they saw. Alistair tried to ease the tension which had accumulated on the walk by saying, "Let me guess, this is where the poor people live." "You don't fucking say, what was you're first hint?" I hissed, glaring at my comrade.... No. The noble prick. The one who complained about having everything he needed. The Royal Bastard. I c

Screaming... I should be used to all this by now. After all it's been happening for twenty-nine and a half years. But this was worse. All the faces of those I had to leave behind surround me, each one accusing me. Each one was crying or their faces contorted in agony. I see Duncan's kind features torn by a jagged axe. I see the king's sunken with decay. But the one that made my heart pang the most was Leske's. His was filled with the pain of betrayal. The head I used to slap as a teen was now decapitated. It was decapitated by my hand. Sobbing... Unwilling my face became patterned with warm water. That one face brought back a million memor

*Varric's POV* I can't believe it! Bianca's a warden now, she killed the arch-demon and survived. I heard the tales that it was a casteless woman with the surname Brosca, but I thought it was just a coincidence. Now she's here. Sod, sod, sod, sod, sod! Get a hold of yourself Tethras! She's changed so much from that pretty pickpocket I met all those years ago. Instead of that old patchwork armour, she wears a dragon wing leather, her hair has grown past her shoulders, with her fringe now swept over one eye and is still that stunning white. Her hazel eye still had that old twinkle. My heart was pounding. So many questions. Why was she here?

Night had fallen upon Kirkwall, and it was humid. It was always humid here, even the winters felt like a Fereldan summer at its peak. Hawke and her companions (except Avaline) would always go to their favourite tavern, The Hanged Man, to relax and discuss the day’s quest. *Hawke’s POV* “Just give up Varric. You’ve already lost three rounds with him.” I said, rolling my icy blue eyes at the stubborn dwarf, who was glaring daggers at the broody elf across the table. “No, I’m gonna win this one I just know it.” Frustration was clearly getting at him. “You may wish to revoke that statement

A Dragon age and Ib Crossover It was a clear night at camp for once. I was making the most of it by just watch the stars on my bedroll. How long had it been since I had seen them? My magic manifested when I was… 9 I think a couple of days after my family had gone to the art thing. I can never remember what happened during that day clearly but ever since then I’ve had this rose which never dies, it starts to wilt if I get hurt but put it water and it’s fine and my wounds are healed. How did I end up with it? Well on that day I remember exploring by myself and I looked at the sculpture of a giant red rose, something of spir

-Paladin- I can’t believe it. I lost my home. I lost my family. For a second time. My beautiful wife, my sweet daughter, their bodies lay limp and cold in my arms as warm water fell on their pale faces. I haven’t cried since…. Father died almost fifty years ago. This time it was no lowly bandit or Jack of Blades. It was a friend. My neighbour. He sacrificed everyone for his own needs. I may be old but when I find him, he will pay, he will suffer and I won’t stop until I have vengeance. -Victor- Everyone’s gone. Everyone’s dead. All because….of me. I never wanted this, I was a coward I feared the i