Today was a truly nice day, the best day to spend outside in the sun that not only brought unexpected warmth but also made the snow glitter in a truly beautiful sight. Normally I would consider myself either stupid or truly despaired to spend this day doing paperwork but then… this was not really my paperwork, is it. As it stands, this day was good enough for rifling through the papers of the Lord Seeker.
After all, it was time to look into the Rite of Tranquility. I might not be the epitome of heroics and a 'good guy' really, but mostly-forced lobotomy of magic people? Horrifying. A truly horrifying practice that needs to end. And not just because reversing it would grant me a good number of new magic troops, but truly because something must be done. I feel a moral obligation, go figure.
Ok, it's also a quest, but I'm not lying about that moral thing.
Anyway, me and Haku went on our usual 'shopping' expeditions but this time to the fortress of the Seekers of Truth. The lame Dragon Age version, not the cool Sword of Truth/Legend of the Seeker version. Naturally first I took us to Caer Oswin, the fortress that appeared in the third game, the only one I knew belonged to the Seekers for sure. Not surprisingly though, Caer Oswin is not the main base of the order. It still contained good information, books and documents, but I'm really looking for the ledger of the Lord Seekers, the true history of the order, the book that made one of my favorite characters in DA Inquisition, Cassandra, almost shatter from the truths contained within.
The search brought me to a different fortress, one quite close to the capital of Orlais. The Lord Seeker is actually in residence but too busy sparring with his men in the courtyard - that gives me a nice opportunity to sniff around while Haku keeps watch. Don't want any servant accidentally stumble upon me, let alone a Seeker. I'm sure my Mind Mage Skills could turn them away easily but I am a little concerned about the anti-magic abilities of the order. Truly, they are far better than the average templar and each has a unique Perk. Some active, like Cassandra surely has, but most passive. And most those Perks revolve around magic resistance and perception or sensitivity of magic. Better not risk doing too much of it around here. It is imperative the Seekers, the most feared part of the Chantry, do not catch a whiff of me.
Still, it was really interesting to look at their Stats, and the Perks have not occurred to me even though they really should've. But I wasn't here to look at Stats, I was here to look at documents.
"Fia-sama" Haku calls softly from his search quadrant of the room, "I have found very interesting things about lyrium delivery. It might help us to keep our own supplies."
"Copy it down" I hum absently, peering into yet another secret compartment of the Lord Seeker's desk, paranoid buggers, "Good job, lyrium is a handy substance, not just for mages but for my enchanting."
"A fascinating substance indeed, the mystery around it as well"
I nod "The games never really explained all too much about it, but alluded to a lot. Especially in the Descent DLC, nothing definite though. AHA!"
"You found the records, Fia-sama?" the Mist nin asks brightly.
"I think so" I can't help but grin and immediately open the book, "Yes, I think this is it. Please continue your search, take my part of the room too. I need to read this. Such I shame I don't have a photocopier or something like that."
"Perhaps the next gacha pull" Haku chuckled.
I laughed right back "That would be pretty funny. Not a reward one would consider 'cool', at least just up to a moment such as this. It would be tricky to power it though, my Skills derived from lightening are… destructive, to say the least. Thoughts for the future. Now I must read."
The ninja simply nods and returns to his own reading. There is a lot to do here, hopefully the Lord Seeker will stay outside to enjoy the nice weather for a while longer.
Despite having a clear goal to achieve with this book I still enjoyed reading the other bits too, the history of the Seekers' order. It actually started with the split of the Inquisition of old into the templar order and the Seekers, each taking half of the original emblem. All of it was most interesting stuff.
In the end I have learned quite a lot, even some lore that I'm sure the games lacked. And the main thing, I did learn just how exactly the Seekers work Tranquility-wise, even above what I remember Cassandra explaining in the game. Her version was short and abstract, I mean holding a year-long 'vigil' until you Tranquil yourself and then getting a spirit of faith touch you? Cool, but now I actually know how it works. The whole process behind it, even how to make someone Tranquil without them even knowing, just like all Seekers have been.
All this is excellent news, actually better than I thought. My augurs can summon spirits after all and they are key for the Seekers' method. It will also be much quicker done by an augur - not only they're used to spirits in general, but they actually are on good terms with. Completely different than this being then done by a faithful Andrastian. Much of their steps could be actually skipped. I think so at least, experimentation is in order. Also, after I see the reversal with my own eyes, and [Observe] it, I might even come up with something better. Something that I can do entirely on my own.
There is also the factor that some tranquil have been made so by their own choice, they feared they were weak of will or the pull of demons was unusually strong in them. I don't want any abominations spawning among my people. And not just for the obvious reasons, it would also validate much of the fear of unregulated mages the Fereldans have. The fact my mages are of perfectly sound mind has been an excellent argument, especially when talking with the lords that have very tentatively allied themselves with us to fight against the Blight and Loghain.
One step at a time though, let's first see if this whole reversion of the Rite of Tranquility actually works for me.
"How are you doing Haku?" I ask, taking out a notebook from my Inventory - I'm sure I remember everything but better to jut some notes all the same. I seem to have the time.
"I have found much of interest but nothing that needs action right this moment" the ninja reported, "I have copied what I deemed important."
"Excellent" I smile at the man, "And how much is left by your estimate?"
"Not much. And I don't think we will need to return for a second trip"
"The Lord Seeker is still in the yard so we don't need to rush"
"Indeed, Fia-sama"
True to our estimate, Lord Seeker Arrin continued his drills while we picked his office clean. Not that we actually took anything, we left all the papers and ledgers and files right where we found them, but the information they contained is ours now.
And with that goal achieved, I took Haku back right to Ostagar, my office to be exact so that we can go over the info together. The weather was still excellent and this time I did feel a bit sad about being indoors now but I was also equally excited about what we found. Then again, Haku has a knack about sharing information, conveying everything in a most efficient and informative way, so it didn't take that long.
A different notebook made an appearance and I jotted everything down as well, Haku's own notes being in a barely-legible shorthand. And it was really good info indeed, we learned a lot about the Chantry's dealings, even some internal Chantry politics. Mostly though we got info about all the Circles, both the mages there and the local templar garrison. Good stuff.
"And that is everything from me" Haku finishes, rifling through his papers to confirm.
I finish writing down a particularly juicy piece of information that could even be used to blackmail some nicely-placed Chantry people and then nod with a wide smile "Great job, Haku. Looks like the trip was well worth it. And that is even without the Tranquility thing."
"Have you found what you were looking for?" Haku asks with uncharacteristic eagerness.
"Oh yes" my smile widens, "I believe I'll ask you to kidnap a tranquil for me very soon indeed. Maybe even tomorrow."
Haku smiles back and select one sheet out of his pile "I am prepared, I wrote down a few candidates – the Seekers investigate the use of the Rite. These ones were made Tranquil recently and not all too willingly."
"Kirkwall?" I ask on a whim, knowing from DA2 that Knight-Commander Meredith has taken a particularly harsh stand against her mages.
"A few names" the Mist nin nods.
"I'll leave it up to you"
"Shall I go tomorrow then?"
I shake my head "I need to speak with some augurs first and make some preparations."
"I shall await your orders"
Nodding I lean back in my chair "I won't take long, it looks to me you are quite invested in this matter."
Haku hesitantly nods "The persecution of people for having powers is familiar to me, even though it is nothing like the Bloodline Purges back in Mist. I would give these people one more chance."
"A chance they will have" I confirm, "Tranquility does not sit well with me too. And I think they will be an excellent addition to the Alamarri."
"Those that are not true believers, there are more of those than I would have expected" Haku frowns, the expression foreign on his usual porcelain cheerfulness.
I shrug "We'll get them. Peer pressure is a powerful thing." Not to mention Mind Mage, not that I look forward to dealing with all of them personally – hopefully my people, and my influence trees, will manage on their own after I get the ball rolling.
Haku nods again "In that vein, just before we departed in the morning I have received word that three more of the Avvar tribes back in the Forstbacks have declared themselves Alamarri. I was planning to go there and find out why precisely. I don't believe Orlais has sent scouts yet but better to make sure. To see what the mood is around there would be valuable as well."
"Yes" I hum, "Very good idea. And if anything's amiss, tell me, I might want to take a peek as well."
"Hai, Fia-sama"
The lull in the conversation allowed me to hear a distant shouting coming from the open window – with me not really feeling the cold, and Haku being an ice user, it felt better to let the fresh air in, freezing as it was.
Haku noticed too, cocking his head to the side "Is that… Margit-san?"
I listen harder and then sigh "Bugger, it is. I think I better check."
Quickly I approach the window and then flash step out, barely noting Haku vaulting over the window behind me and running down the walls of my tower.
The commotion was indeed caused by Margit. And Karasuba. Mostly Karasuba if I were to be honest. Those two… Ever since I summoned the sekirei the two have been fighting. Karasuba needled the red-head and Margit responded to her, every single time. The ashen-haired alien took great pleasure in getting that reaction, breaking Margit's now famed composure. All the more so when Haku only responded to her barbed comments with a small, almost condescending, smile and left. And I am her ashikabi, Karasuba respecting the title somewhat. With us two out of the 'game', and Margit being on hair trigger around her, cemented the red-head as the main target for Karasuba's comments.
Actually, now that I think about it, I'm surprised that Karasuba doesn't infuriate a lot more people with her comments. Guess she considers the 'normal population' of my kingdom beneath her notice since they can't hold up in a fight against her. Well, better than the alternative. I worked hard to get population, I won't have it culled because of Karasuba's need to fight.
The sekirei's attitude and scathing comments aside, I also expected more apprehension caused by her very presence. Like Haku. Rila is still suspicious of him, despite me vouching for him and Haku being an absolute darling. Karasuba though, Karasuba got somehow ignored. Or more like people are either scared shitless of her, the murderous aura really helps in that regard, or worship me enough to take her as part of the package. My officers are mostly in the second category. And, amusingly enough, Rila thinks her undisciplined but she mostly likes her. Guess Karasuba jives with their warrior culture. And poor gentlemanly and polite Haku does not. It also does not help he serves as my spy, the Avvar think all spies honorless. Ok, Haku is a ninja so fair enough…
"Alright! That's enough!" I address the two Servants brawling in the yard, a veritable crowd gathering to watch.
"Awwww" said crowd collectively pouted. Phe, like they could even see the fight, the two going at inhuman speeds.
"What happened to training our troops?" I disregard the crowd, my eyes fixed on the two women.
Karasuba elegantly leaps to her feet, dusting her short cloak in an aloof manner "I kicked their asses and sent them to the healers."
"I had to stop her from maiming them!" Margit promptly tattles, face as red as her hair from rage.
"You interrupted a valuable lesson on dodging" the sekirei smirks.
"You don't maim, or kill, people in a spar! Especially not if it is meant to train!"
"I came to spar with you, not my fault you pussied out"
"I had a duty to perform!"
"And I graciously helped out by entering the spars"
Margit growled, every Hound-like, and took a decisive step towards Karasuba, "You…"
"LADIES!" I raise my voice, finally getting their attention, "With me, please. And you people, disperse, I'm sure you have something to do."
"Awww"
I share a look with Haku and roll my eyes, his own crinckling with mirth.
"This is your fault" Margit mumbles to the ashen-haired sekirei.
"Ladies please, you aren't nine" I sigh.
Karasuba grinned tauntingly towards Margit who growled subvocally back. Yep, seems I have acquired a pair of small children for Servants. And they squabbled like siblings. It was cute at first, now it's more tiring than anything else. And I can't really send them to their room as punishment, can I.
I sigh again "How about a deal – Karasuba, we have perfectly good dungeons to fight enemies in. To the death even. Leave my warriors be and just come to me."
"You're busy" the sekirei shrugs, "And Margit can keep up with me. When I hold back a little that is."
"You…"
"Ladies" I have to admonish, yet again.
"Apologies, my Lady. She just infuriates me"
"Sorry, ashikabi-san" Karasuba chimes in to my surprise, "Dungeons sound good. How about now?"
Ah, there it is.
"Actually…" Margit exhales loudly, shooting yet another glare to her colleague, "That might be good. Getting Karasuba out of the circulation I mean."
Karasuba smiles predatorily "Can't stand me showing you up, huh? Did you hear those trash warriors talking about me being 'blessed'? I'm not exactly sure who has done said blessing, maybe even Sofia here, but I'm getting a legend of my own. The most superior warrior."
"The only thing superior about you is just how much of an ass you are"
"I do have a superior ass"
"That's not what I said!"
I share yet another look with Haku. Despite Karasuba finding her place among us, she is a bit high maintenance. And her quarrels with Margit get tedious, even in the short time she is here. My solution – dungeons. She already breezed through the zombie, goblin, forest and pirate with dismissive ease, I haven't even dared to bring her to that easy Minoan Maze. The Hero dungeon was finally where the fun was, Karasuba intrigued by the various powers. Still, in the end she found the heroes and the villains too weak. So, I guess it is time to try out what I call the Skyrim dungeon. This dungeon I got for my level 30 promotion and it is of a snowy mountain persuasion, lots of critters and more fantasy creatures like trolls and giants. So far I only entered once, by myself. I wanted to look around and get the feel for it. I was also escaping a bit of paperwork but nevermind that. The dungeon itself was interesting but not overly hard for a mage. Though if I were a melee character that might be a different story. Anyway, the main thing is that all the dungeons inhabitants I encountered during my short jaunt there had loads of HP and some great physical resistances. Their STR was also pretty epic but flying is so very much cheating – if they can't catch me, that STR can't really hurt me.
Still, Karasuba and Margit should have loads of fun here. And I could get some peace and quiet…
"Create Dungeon: Snowy Mountains!"
The usual shattering of reality happens and all four of us land on snow. Or more like, get buried knee deep into the snow. As I said, really difficult dungeon for melee.
"Ok, tomato-chan" Karasuba smirks and unsheathes her nodachi, excited her wish for a dungeon was granted, "Let's see who gets most kills. The loser kisses the winner's feet!"
The irate Margit opens her mouth to fire back a no doubt scathing reply but Karasuba is already gone, speeding over the snow toward some shadow in the distance which might even be an enemy. Poor sod.
"Cheater!" the red-head growls, takes out her tonfa and starts running after the sekirei. Evidently neither having any problem with the deep snow.
"They really do push each other's buttons" the ever calm Haku remarks from beside me, being the only Servant that didn't run off.
I sigh "It's mostly Karasuba loving to needle Margit. Really, my Hound should know better."
"Hopefully those two will calm down after letting out some steam here"
"That's the hope" I nod, "Anyway, shall we go?"
Haku gives me a half-bow "I shall go wherever Fia-sama wishes."
I smile at him and then point towards a very different direction than the one Margit and Karasuba chose "Thataway then, let the two have their fun."
"Indeed, let them decimate this mountain range in peace"
I snort, an aborted laugh.
Haku smiles and then uses his chakra to climb onto the snow and then walk just as he would on normal land. Myself I use [Flight], hovering a few inches over the white blanket. I think I'll keep to my light as a weapon, I don't really have anything I need to level so my default will works just fine.
Unlike the two female Servants, me and Haku don't speed anywhere, setting our pace in an easy jog. It still isn't long until we find our first opponents, a pack of wolves. Nothing like those I encountered in Ferelden or the Moonlit Forest Dungeon, no, these are huge with jaws that could easily snap a grown man in half.
Despite the wolves' size and ferocity, they fall without all too much trouble. It only takes a while due to their impressive health pool. Haku, despite being earth-bound, dances among the animals, letting not one touch him and dealing surprising damage in turn with his trusty needles. Myself I use my flying ability to keep out of the snow but I too mostly fight up-close, ish, with a spear made of light. Raining light on the wolves just wouldn't be fun and I aim to enjoy my first true foray into this dungeon.
Bears are our next opponents. Then wolves again and after it is a mammoth. And true to Skyrim's logic, where there is a mammoth, there is a giant. And yes, you can loot the cheese.
Rock trolls, cave trolls, ice elementals, all in all pretty fun. And then… And then. Then we encounter the wyverns. There are actually a lot of different depictions of wyverns in various books, games and movies, but these ones were straight up taken from Fire Emblem. Which naturally has brought fore one glorious, oh so glorious, idea.
"Fia-sama? You are… cackling. It is most disturbing" Haku remarks from beside me.
Taming my laughter takes a lot of effort but it is finally done. I clear my throat and point at the creatures flying up high.
"Yes?" the Mist-nin prompts, looking a bit worried I still didn't say anything, "From the knowledge granted to me by the summoning, I believe those are called wyverns. Draconids."
"Wyverns!"
"Quite so"
"Wyverns!" I exclaim again, now gesticulating wildly.
"Ye-es?"
I roll my eyes, finding myself a little irritated by his not understanding "I just need one soul sample out of them, it won't take a minute, and I can summon them. I can summon them and I can have a platoon of wyvern riders!"
I can see it now, put an archer on wyvern-back, train them a little, and I will have something no army in Thedas has ever had before – air support. And I have a lot of archers available. After all, every Avvar is a hunter and every hunter can handle a bow, or a spear. Some better and some worse, but all of them without exception. The Chasind are pretty much the same way too. Not to mention that as any stereotypical elves, Shianni's people also took quickly to the bow. Well, those that joined the army rather than deciding to settle somewhere and live in peace. Elven archers, really can't beat them. Plus their lighter body-type would suit the wyverns well… Enchant something for wind-resistance, maybe something for…
"Won't the wyverns disappear once you stop feeding them Mana or they run out of what you stored in them?"Haku interrupts my plans with logic.
That does silence me for a moment but then I just shrug "I'm sure I can craft something, probably an enchantment, that will function like a mana battery. Keep them summoned indefinitely by recharging it." Heh, a fuel station for little dragons, fun.
"That will take a lot of time and a lot of mana" the ninja nods, "A lot. And never forgetting to make more, no matter how much you store somewhere beforehand."
I shrug again "You can remind me. Besides, I think I can figure out something efficient. Actually, as soon as we're done in this dungeon I'm going to pop to Skyhold and get right on it.
With my mind made up, I easily snag the soul sample and then decimate the dungeon wyverns that decide to attack as soon as we come close enough. After that I trail behind Haku, letting him do the most of the fighting as my mind is already on my newest project.
Hmmm, which material I used so far that would conduct mana the best. And which could hold it indefinitely without much bleed-off. Perhaps…
"Oh right, Haku, would you be a dear and start looking into who we can spare for my new Wyvern Corps once we get back?" I shout to the fighting ninja.
"How many?"
"Ten or so. Then they can train others in turn"
"It shall be done"
"Thank you!"
Oh boy, I'll have to figure out the training plan too. And choose a suitable leader. At least coming up with their equipment will be fun. Amor, some cool goggles, saddle… What about storage space? I'll have to study a wyvern to see where I should…
A familiar festive chime interrupts my thoughts.
You have slayed dungeon boss Alduin!
+ 15 000 gold, + 500 000 exp
Rewards: crafting bundle [Dragon Parts], Item [Spellbreaker Shield], gacha
You have cleared the dungeon!
+ 1000 credits, + 500.000 exp
The. fuck.
What the… Of course. Karasuba and Margit. Karasuba and Margit! The girls killed my dragon boss! My fucking entertainment!
"Fia-sama?"
"Yes, Haku"
"You seem to be… seething"
"Yes, it would indeed seem so" I repress a growl. I mean, I didn't really keep an eye on it but I noticed the rapid swelling of my exp – by very small amounts sure, but a steady and quick trickle. And I was happy about it, the Servants get to have their fun while I get exp practically for free. But to kill my boss…
Ok, admittedly that is pretty impressive. I haven't seen the Alduin here but this isn't a super-easy dungeon so its boss should be a pretty good. And really durable, if the trend for this dungeon carries on. And I guess I can battle him again, just without the reward and sense of satisfaction for completing the dungeon.
Still, it kinda sucks and I reserve the right to pout about it.
"Let's go find the girls" I exhale heavily.
Haku chuckles softly "Will there be punishment?"
"I'm not sure, Margit would enjoy the spanking way too much"
The chuckle morphed into an equally soft but genuine laugh. When that ended Haku continued "I sincerely hope you won't keep Karasuba-san from fighting, that would be more punishment for us. She might actually go crazy. Well, even more crazy than she already is."
I nod resolutely "True, better for everybody to keep her fighting obsession contained and with a suitable outlet."
"That would be truly wise"
After shooting a mental message to Karasuba and Margit to come to my side immediately, I decide to soothe my irritation by looking at the rewards I didn't really earn. Loot always makes me feel loads better.
Alas I get to barely open up the crafting bundle to see stuff like dragon hide, dragon teeth, dragon blood and so on, kinda regretting not taking Alchemist now, when my wayward Servants rush to me. Margit has the decency to look contrite but Karasuba is practically taunting me with a smug grin.
I swear, those two…
"You took my prey" I begin, glowering at the duo, "What do you have to say for yourself?"
Margit stood more at attention that usual, quite a feat, but said nothing. Karasuba though did not drop her grin, instead she shrugged "Sorry boss, but it got me the winning points over this loser beside me."
"Winning points?!" Margit all too predictably snaps out of her silence, "It was my victory, I dealt the final blow!"
"I your dreams, tomato-chan"
"You…"
"ENOUGH!" I rub my eyes. This here is exactly why I never wanted any children. "Control yourselves a little! I will not tolerate you running off without direction, not even in this mock environment – it would become a habit and such a habit can be deadly in the real world. Even for people like us. And do learn to contain your tempers, do not let it cloud your judgment. Or your orders for that matter."
"Yes, my lady" Margit backs down instantly.
"Guess I'll try, ashikabi-san" the ashen-haired warrior shrugs all too nonchalantly.
That does prompt another sigh from me. Especially since she doesn't finish here.
"Sooo" Karasuba cocked her head to the side, "Does this mean we can't go respawn the dragon and go again?"
Yes, I can only sigh.
I love my light, I really do, and Mind Mage I absolutely adore, but I have to say that Mokuton is easily up there with them. It's just so darn useful! My light has amazing attack Stats but the wood release, while also having nice attacks, just rules where utility is concerned. Mind Mage is the undisputed king, but Mokuton can get me this…
With a proud look I stop channeling my mana and look at the finished product. Awesome. I have a new fortress, and it was faster than assembling an Ikea set. Granted, my people have started the construction, even dragged some stone over from a nearby ruin, but I finished the job and actually made it viable. And much more sturdy. It just needs some polish and a few wards.
"This is amazing, Sky-Chosen" my vanguard leader whispers in awe beside me, his usually boisterous attitude nowhere to be found.
"Thank you" I give a small smile in return, "You have done well in clearing the darkspawn from the area."
The warrior grins back "We haven't even lost many men, your blessings allowed us to cut through them like sheep."
"And have you encountered any of Loghain's men?" I hum, "Or elves?"
"Just those we sent word to you about" the man shrugs and vaguely gestures behind him.
I nod, the elves are what brought me here in the first place. The fortress needed to be done as well but I was interested in more population. Still, it is good that now I have a good base near the Brecilian Passage, just in case Gwaren makes a move. I won't be expanding past the forest yet but being so close to Loghain's own lands will make him nervous. Him and his lords. I wouldn't put it past them to try something – hence my fortress. And lots of guerrilla groups in the Passage, of course. Hopefully native elves, which brings me back to the matter at hand.
"Where are they?"
My warrior gives one last appreciative look at the new walls and motions me to come with him. It's only a short way away but my vanguard leader proves himself a good choice for that position by stopping to give orders concerning the new fortress. Why wait around, there is work to be done there. Finally though, I get to meet the elves. A mere four of them. I'm disappointed.
I quickly Observe them and then peek into their minds before I even address them, my warrior taking care of the introductions.
What I find is fairly interesting but I'm not sure if I like it – the foursome are exiles of sorts, not any kind of representatives for their people. Seems I will not be getting the Dalish yet… Ah well, being exiles and all, they will be much more willing to join my forces. We can work from there, especially since the reasons for being dropped by their people are stupid. One got exiled for 'being too friendly with humans', which clearly isn't a problem for me. One is gay and refused to get married and propagate their dwindling race – naturally I couldn't care less. Still, it is an interesting tidbit of information about the Dalish elves, though it does make sense – the Dalish are all about preserving their people, be it population-wise or lore-wise. My newest member of the Pride family also brought his sister along, or more like she demanded it and very loudly, and with rather inventive curses, told precisely where the tribe elders can shove their traditions. Fun girl.
Last but not least we have an elf that simply got up and left because he wanted to fight and not sing songs around a campfire in a forest, and any other elfy stuff. He considers himself a warrior and anything else is a far distant second. He wants to make his own way, tradition be damned, and be the best fighter he can be. Cool. He's a bit angsty on the inside, but he will be an excellent addition to my forces. Also fun fact, while his three companions have bows, he has chosen a sword. Not even the twin daggers that Dragon Age Origins offers to the elf hero.
And an even funnier fact – neither of the four has the widely popular Mythal vallaslin tattooed on their forehead. Not that I would let them know I will be killing their goddess or anything, but still a fun fact.
The first elf has clearly been chosen to speak for them, likely for his experience with humans, but before he can utter a sound, the warrior elf pre-empts him with an intense look "You fight darkspawn, ya?"
"Yes" I repress a chuckle. He does feel a bit like Karasuba, though it will probably be better if they don't meet anytime soon.
The leader tries to interject but his companion is faster "And you're kicking human ass too, ya?"
"Yes"
"And you will continue to do so, ya?"
"Yes"
"I wanna join" the elf grins, completely transforming his previously frowning face.
I grin back, looking at his rather impressive Stats, "Sure. I have just the team in mind for you to join."
"Team?" the grin drops, "I'm better off alone."
"Shocker" the only elf girl mutters, getting an elbow from her brother.
I ignore the byplay "It's my elite team – not only it gets my best equipment, it also get send them on the most dangerous assignments."
"Alright" the elf shrugs despite his skeptical look.
Aww, don't worry, I will send you out as soon as the darkspawn show up.
The leader clears his throat, making me focus on him "Well, similarly to Fadin here, we offer our skills in exchange for shelter and protection. We have no clan and cannot resist the darkspawn for long. Still, we know the Brecilian Forest better than anybody, we would be an asset to your men here."
Staying close to the forest, why not. And I get guides for my guerilla teams. Good deal. And they can potentially recruit some other lost, or not so lost, Dalish soul. Hm, I wonder just how many tribes stayed here anyway… Origins only showed one and that the others have fled. Not that there are many Dalish to begin with.
The elf leader clearly took my silence as hesitation so he speaks again, his thoughts a bit more frantic "We also have a piece of information you could find interesting."
"Oh?" I drawl out, eager for any advantage. Sin of Greed and all.
"One of our elders spoke of your people, the Avvar, in some of his stories" the leader shuffles his feet, getting an unimpressed eye roll from the newest member of Margit's squad.
Similarly annoyed is the elf girl "He means to say that we have a possible location of the resting place of your Tyrrda Brightaxe. We don't know for sure but the elder seemed pretty convinced."
"That is interesting indeed" I nod – you can loot Tyrrda's grave in DA Inquisition and get a really nice staff out of it. Me likey.
"I was the elder's apprentice, I can lead you there" the girl smirks, clearly patting herself on the back.
The smirk kinda irritates me but I'll let it go, after all I am profiting greatly from all this. I nod "Very well, the Alamarri Dominion welcomes you."
Just as I motion them to follow me I get a notification from System. Apparently this measly foursome counts as getting Dalish population, no matter how meager, and I get a nice chunk of Class exp for the growth of my conquest. Nice. Also Credits. Double nice.
All this elf talk reminds me that I have to check out that elf dungeon soon. And without Karasuba and Magit, look what happened in Skyrim. But first I better get my newest population settled.
I offload the bow-wielding trio on my vanguard and instruct one of the scouts to take the warrior one to Ostagar, but not before first getting that grave location. With Mind Mage and the girl's description I can get it on my own in a jiffy.
Case in point, not even twenty minutes after telling my vanguard, or would it now be Brecilian guard?, to take the elves in, I have my loot.
Tyrrda Bright-Axe's… axe. Which of course is a mage's staff same as in the game. Being 'bright' and all, the staff has the fire attribute, and some attacks are actually rather nice but weaker than anything I have on my own. Not that interesting. What is interesting is that it has a passive that boosts my magic attack and magic defense. And 10% is a lot when my magical attacks are calculated from my ever-soaring INT. And it gives a further 5% to fire and light attacks – perfect for me. That said… it's a little unwieldy.
Eh, I can wear it strapped on my back. It's too good not to use.
OR! Or maybe I could reforge it? Into a gauntlet or something? Could I do it without damaging the boosting properties? This definitely requires looking into, and experiment on some useless mage staves. Even though they are bound to be far less durable – Tyrrda really knew her shit and made an Epic-tiered weapon. We'll see, as I said, I need to experiment.
Still, thank you Tyrrda, legendary Avvar warrior queen. I'll take good care of it.
For now I put the staff in Inventory – I need a good harness for it, and where better to get it than my craftsmen in Ostagar. The Chasind and Avvar don't really have many but some of the Fereldans are finally getting comfortable so I might even get a regular market district soon!
My destination clear, I teleport there after putting the grave back in order. No need to be disrespectful now that loot is out of the way.
After getting that commission started, I decide to spend the time it will take inspecting my new Wyvern Corps. Only six wyvern strong so far, a small squad, but a good proof of concept. I worked out a mana battery easily enough, harder was to link the wyvern to it to keep it summoned. And work in a failsafe so that the mana drain could be switched to the reserve battery in case it runs out or it is damaged in any way. And work in an intent-based self-destruct – I don't want anyone to get their mitts on my work after all. And… well, let's just say it was hard work and I'm pretty proud of it. Magical Engineering, heh. Now it is time to see if it was worth it.
With the wyverns, because the batteries are going to come in handy for a lot of stuff in the future. The Engineer is itching to come out to play with this new power source. Enchanter and Wardmaster are rubbing their hands together as well. It's no Stark's arc reactor, but baby steps. This version requires me charging them up myself or a docking station that has my charge in it, they can't work on its own. I'll get there though. Maybe I could forget playing medieval for a while and try working out said arc reactor or something similar.
Nah, after I finish having my fun with Blacksmith. I really have to be careful about modern resources. Or… Oh, what the heck. [Shop]!
I should have just enough Credits, my sweet sweet Credits, and I was planning on getting this anyway.
[Flashback Jumper] is a go! An expensive purchase but now I can get back to BokuHero to do some 'shopping' if needed. And with the necessary purchase out of the way I can now save up for other stuff.
Save up indeed, I'm almost broke…
Hmmmm…
"Haku?"
"Yes, Fia-sama?"
"Would you be a dear and go play thief for a while?"
"Fia-sama?"
"I need money. Mainly to renovate Skyhold. And I need more to convert into Credits, which I spent right now"
"I see. I shall do my best, Fia-sama"
"Nothing conspicuous, please. And be careful"
"It shall be done. And on a connected issue, I now indeed see your point of me having a squad of stealth specialists"
I smirk, it indeed would've been better to delegate this to underlings. Alas. Hopefully once I have Leliana we can go into the rogue business in the earnest. Still, it should get Haku to train some people that could be trusted with my tech.
Another way to get money is dungeons – the monsters there drop a small sum but it can be farmed really easily. I'm sure Karasuba can do that for me.
Yet another Servant dispatched, I turn my thoughts back to the wyverns and with a noticeable pep in my step I walk to their training ground.
Flying a wyvern of my own doesn't really get me anything, no Skill or Title, but it's enjoyable all the same. My self-flying ability is no doubt better but flying on something feels like quidditch. Hmm… I mean, I already introduced one sport idea stolen from a book… Maybe. But I guess brooms are better than half-trained flesh-eating draconids.
All in all the Wyvern Corps appears to be doing well. Still, their coordination could use some work and maybe get some more ideas for attack, other than snipe them from a distance and 'charge!' could be good too. Maybe Karasuba has some ideas? The sekirei has really diverse abilities, I'm sure one of them has to do something with flying. I should ask Margit and Haku too, they really are smart about fighting.
To be honest I'm not sure my Wyvern Corps will be ready to fight in the battle of Denerim (if that indeed will be the battlefield for that final fight as in canon), it might be better to wait and to reveal them against the Chantry or Orlais. I want my Corps to be much bigger than this and much better trained too. Guess I can wait.
That staff harness should be done
'Thank you, System, for keeping track of time for me'
You asked nicely
And I'm really bored.
Do something fun
I pause my scratching my summoned wyvern in reward for a good flight'I don't suppose me going to grow some more Mana Batteries with mokuton and doing my thing on them while Shianni briefs me is considered fun.'
Nope
'I am doing stuff you know' I defend, 'It's running all in the background – my people are training, population integrating, influence trees influencing, the Fereldan resistance plotting, Shianni is doing most of the paperwork…'
Boring
I sigh, I am actually having fun here but I guess I see System's point.
There is actually plenty I could do but nothing is really pressing and I was happy taking it easy for a little while, most of my projects do need time after all. Like the warden and his party are in the Deep Roads somewhere and won't be getting out anytime soon. Similarly the Fereldan nobles I'm in contact with need some space to breathe and my work as Mind Mage on them help things along. I mean I could go harass queen Anora again, so far I have been in sporadic communication and it might be time to finally 'kidnap' her and put her in touch with the rebellion, make her lead it so it is all on the up and up. But that would make Loghain react and I don't need that, not while he's doing a lot of his work for me with his tyrannical approach. But I guess I can pass some letters between Anora and the Arls, to start some movement there…
But I guess that is not exactly 'fun', is it.
I could move my border again, time is getting shorter and I want to swallow more of Ferelden before the Blight is over. Yes, having a big acknowledged territory to best provoke the Chantry, and Orlais, to try 'liberating' it from the heathens and practically handing me Ferelden while doing so.
Yes, I'll do that, I'll send my people to Edgehall Arling. It's mostly darkspawn there, the humans having fled to its northern border, so it should be relatively quick.
…ah, I guess 'sending my people' isn't really fun either. Oh, I am definitely doing it, and fighting when they encounter darkspawn in a big way, but it does not really fulfill that requirement of fun.
Then finally an idea strikes me – I never actually manufactured that big scandal for the Chantry in Denerim. Personally I mean, Haku and Shianni did some stuff, but a personal touch is a personal touch. The missing orphans were good, the approving of Tevinter slavery was good, but both were a little… far-fetched? I need something more human, something the average peasant can get angry over. Perhaps hoarding food while there is a shortage… Hm, we'll see – I best go to Rila to tell her to prepare to lead my army to Edgehall and then I'll go to Denerim to stir some trouble.
And maybe grow some more influencing tr… no, probably not trees in a city like that. Influencing shrubbery? I already did some work in person each time I visited but it is time to turn it up a notch, my influencing ward is as close to perfect as I can get it, in my humble opinion of course, so I can go wild with it.
'How about it, System? Entertaining enough?'
I'll take it
+1 CHA
'Love you too' I chuckle and [Flashstep] towards where I think Rila could be.
X
System had a point – while there is still a lot to do in Ostagar, going out to have some more active fun is good. Even though I delegate the vast majority of my work to Rila, Shianni, Haku and loads of other people beneath them. But I am a monarch now, that is what we do, that is what is needed for a country to be run – competent underlings.
Anyway, going alone in a territory that is not my own is what most games are about. Sure, I won't be accepting any quests but I have my own list of things I want to do. Maybe even come up with something on the spot.
I whistle happily as I leisurely make my way through the city, my hands in the pockets of my current stealth-oriented outfit, that is Ezio's Suit I got from gacha a while back. I briefly contemplated shape shifting into Assassin's Creed Ezio to complete the look but in the end I stayed the way I am. Naturally a lone woman, not even visibly armed or armored, was considered a tempting target for a mugging, with perhaps a follow-up 'fun'. No need to say that Denerim's collective intelligence rose up a little bit by me killing the thugs, and getting a few Stats out of it.
As I walk my Mind Mage is working overtime, getting me a general feel of the populace of the city. With some satisfaction I note that the work I put in previously has paid off. Nothing big or overt, but that wasn't the aim. I just want the people to be open to change, and to support it once it's here. Turning the citizens against Howe was practically unnecessary, against Loghain it was fairly easy, it is the third target that needs more dirt. The Chantry. Which is why I'm here, so let's get to work.
The food hoarding idea is a good start I guess, I even have some food in Inventory for this occasion. Breaking into the church is ridiculously easy and I simply dump the food there, letting my magic make it unnoticeable to the sisters and brothers of the Chantry until explicitly confronted with it – it wouldn't do for them to find it and conclude it was a miracle and maybe even distribute it around. To my surprise I actually found that were in fact not hoarding food, I kinda expected that would be the case and just wanted to add more to the stockpile. Guess they weren't that greedy around here. Ah, well.
I could go spread the food rumor around now but if there will be an incursion into the church to check, I might plant a few more things around.
Orlesian correspondence is always good. It doesn't matter what it is, it only matters it is in Orlesian. So I simply write up an order for books and some other odds and ends. I don't really want something really incriminating that would be investigated and proven false. I just want rumors and suspicions.
Next I could… oh, hello. I grin as an older chantry brother enters his room not far from my position. My grin gets wider as I access his mind. A few nudges later he is leaving his room again, destination whores. Not the Pearl, that is a well-known and rather fine establishment, something seedier will work better here. Something with a shadier reputation. The naughty Brother Stephan here even knows where to find one, despite never actually visiting and keeping to his vows.
A sexual scandal is an oldie but a goodie.
Hmm, perhaps three things in a row will do for now. More would feel forced. Now it is only a matter of letting the food rumor spread, the letters will be found thanks to a compulsion ward, and Brother Stephan will be caught on his own. … Alright, I'll help out with Stephan, better not to leave these things to chance and potential customer confidentiality.
While I'm going around I also spread positive vibes about the Sky-Chosen, draw more faith parallels. I have nothing against the Maker and Andraste, I just want the Chantry out of power – as such hijacking the faith is the way to go. Let them think the Chantry corrupt and overly political, all of which is true, and that pure faith can be transferred to me. And the Lady of the Skies. But mostly me. Somebody that acts, protects, and genuinely performs miracles. Which also brings to mind I should slowly spread the info about me reversing the Rite of Tranquility, and some of the horror stories the newly awakened mages have to tell. But this I will take to the nobles first, being it 'sensitive' information and all.
My next stop perhaps. After visiting Anora of course.
The queen is easy to find as always, her regent keeping her practically locked up in her quarters. The way there is familiar, me having stopped by several times already. I have already told her about the Fereldan resistance, leaving out Alr Eamon since that one is going solo, and that seemed something she latched on. After all, being the face of the resistance, or at least prominently associated with them, would let her keep the crown and paint her as another victim of evil Loghain. Which is basically true so all the better. Good for me too since I control the flow of correspondence between the rebellious nobles and the queen and all the while I can influence Anora, and the nobles, enough that they will firmly think me indispensable. A true ally, both against the Blight and the tyrant playing regent.
Anora, despite being afraid of her father now, and even more afraid of Howe and his interest in her, is actually a rather though cookie to influence. I definitely did not expect such willpower. Still, her acknowledging the Alamarri Dominion as an ally and at least a semi-independent nation is around the corner. The nobles too are reluctant to part with a very big chunk of their nation but they are coming around. Gosh I love Mind Mage. It really helps that Oswyn, the heir of Dragon's Peak bannorn that I saved from Howe's dungeons, is pushing the angle of me being sent by the gods to save them all and deliver us to better times. The lords aren't all that keen on that narrative but many of their sons and daughters are lapping it up. Oswyn is both charming and really persuasive. I will need to reward his devotion to me after things are sorted, he deserves it.
"Good evening" I say cheerily to Anora as soon as her handmaiden excuses herself from the room.
The young queen visibly startles but regains control of herself almost instantly. Cute. "Hello, lady Fia."
"How are you this fine day?"
Anora arches a delicate eyebrow at my joviality and easy smile "As usual. Well."
I like that she never whines. She cajoles, persuades, demands and is passive-aggressive, but never whines or laments her situation. And her situation kinda sucks – I know it, she knows it. She also knows I'm taking advantage of said situation but she knows I'm her only way out, a feeling I reinforced with Mind Mage to the point the fact is absolute. I love it.
The only real downside to this is that I would feel bad seducing her at this moment. Guess I'll have to try my luck once she gets out of here and with the resistance. Which is about a month away? I can't very well kidnap her from the palace and drive Loghain even more nutters before we are ready, mainly before the wardens are ready to move. It will mean war in the earnest and the Archdemon is sure to take advantage of the chaos to send the main invasion force – hence the need for wardens. Besides, they are also the witnesses to the king's death and have united people against the Blight.
Still, a pity about Anora, I would love to have a little affair with the queen. It will be harder when there are other lords around, especially lords who will want to take advantage of the situation too and put one of them, or their sons, on the throne right beside her through marriage. Right now Anora only really has her loyal handmaiden, which she is already fond of and a little mind delve says she had been fond of a long time now. Apparently she and Cailan, the late king, were childhood friends more than anything and sex between them was awkward and rare. Cailan went on by having a string of mistresses while Anora had to keep a more demure image and got it on with the handmaiden in secret instead. Not that the two women are in love or anything, it isn't a Celene/Briala situation, more like… helping out and passing time.
Yes, I would very much like to get to know little repressed Anora. Oh well, I'll wait. Some attention won't hurt though, I think.
"And how are you?" Anora asked amiably, resisting the urge to roll her eyes at me with practiced ease.
"Rather excellent" my smile turns into a proud grin, "I have managed to right a grievous injustice."
"Oh?" the queen's posture shifts to intrigued. I don't need telepathy to see she hopes I'm talking about her. Sorry darling.
"Oh yes" I nod, "I have reversed the Rite of Tranquility on several mages that have found themselves in Ostagar."
Anora's eyes widen but once more her upbringing and lessons in politics kick in and she wrestles her body into compliance, "Truly? That is quite a feat, I had thought the Rite to be irreversible. Or so the Chantry has always assured."
"Of course they assured, it is a method to silence any mage that might inconvenience them," I frown, "Some of the stories they tell… You see, they remember everything, everything that they were made to do and everything that was done to them. Some of those stories are horrible, and it goes to show that people are people, no matter how holy they style themselves."
"I see" Anora's eyes turn flinty, evidently seeing well indeed, "How many mages have you turned back?"
I shrug "A few. But I would still like to help many more, especially since the practice is cruel and barbaric. Magic can always be contained, sometimes it just takes a bit more effort than people are willing to put in. Tranquility is expedient, but little else."
"I imagine the Chantry doesn't see it that way. Similarly, it won't appreciate you undoing their work. Or unleashing unstable mages"
"I do not think the Chantry will appreciate me and mine anyway" I smirk.
At this a corner of Anora's mouth ticks minutely upwards "Indeed."
Isn't it nice that the Fereldan queen isn't all that keen on religion? Gets that from her father actually, he practically worships Ferelden itself and does not like any outside influences, even religion. Especially religion. And especially religion that is based in Orlais. As such, Anora definitely doesn't mind this snub, though she does fear what will it mean for her nation and her people.
The answer is obviously war, after all I am provoking the Chantry on purpose. And I will keep doing so until they are forced to openly move, until putting down the heathen in south Ferelden is the only move they can make to save their institution.
Naturally reversing Tranquility was about that too, but to be honest I did it mostly because it felt right and it did get me new people. And don't forget it was a quest. It did net me a very decent exp bump, credits and two more rewards – a Skill book for [Clarity], an easier and more universal method of purging mental influences and afflictions, and a new Title [Miracle Maker] that raises my CHA and my LCK. The Skill will be seriously useful, less so the Title. It's not bad but nothing to write home about. Honestly I was more hyped about the reward I got from the Skyrim dungeon gacha - another Skill book, this time [Banshee Scream]. Less in the line of predicting death as mythology states, more the combat kind of World of Warcraft. That Skill is awesome, when leveled it will be pretty devastating, and best of all it manages to bypass most barriers.
Reversing tranquility though will have a big impact – if I remember things right, the fact that it was possible was one of the big topics of the mages' rebellion prior to the Inquisition. Everything concerning Tranquility is a sensitive topic. Well, not really for the average peasant, they barely heard about it. Anora is no mage or templar but she has a good political sense and an even better education. She knows the implications. And as such, she has many, many question, mostly focused on how to placate the Chantry.
Ha.
Anyway, the topic soon changes to something more immediate, namely the nobles that support deposing her father and her back on the throne. Despite not having Theirin blood. On that subject, I am rather surprised Arl Eamon has yet to begin moving, I thought he would be more proactive and securing support for himself to crown Alistair. I was fully prepared to intercept those letters but there were none. Guess, he's waiting for the royal bastard to actually survive the Deep Roads.
Well, while Eamon is twiddling his thumbs, and dealing with the mess his son has created in his absence, I have secured for us some increasingly firm support from the other anti-Loghain lords. And I will be backing Anora. And the undying friendship between the Alamarri and Ferelden.
And I even have a new thing to help with that – thanks to the +2 CHA that Sky Chosen Class gets me every level, I reached the 500 threshold and got a new Perk. To be honest, I'm not sure how CHA works precisely because I haven't really noticed anything major like me winking at somebody who immediately falls at my feat in utter adoration. I guess it works in the background with rep gain, or it gets me access to people who wouldn't normally give me time of day. Bah, who knows. Well, System does but it's not telling. The Perk at least is clear – [Popular] gives me faster rep gains. Plain and simple.
Also, funnily enough, CHA is now my second highest Stat, right after INT. Which isn't bad but I definitely need to up my game in those other areas. Intelligence is still the priority though, me being mainly a caster and all. On that one I have been working diligently, and it shows as it is miles ahead of the rest.
"Do you mind me asking," I smile at Anora while changing subject from yet more politics, "Where did that strapping Ser Cauthrien went? She usually guards either you or your father. Or very obviously skulks around Howe. And let me tell you, she is no spy, it's almost painful to watch."
The blonde arches a delicate eyebrow "She is no spy, true enough, but her presence still hinders Howe in whatever schemes he's cooking."
"Eh" I make a so-so motion, not really convinced. Howe is way too sly.
"And I don't know where she is, presumably father sent her on an assignment"
"Hmm"
"What is your interest in her?"
I chuckle "No need to be jealous, she might be strapping but you are far more interesting. I just like keeping tabs on important people. Her connection to your father makes her important. Nothing more."
"Hmph" Anora actually does roll her eyes. It's almost as if we're friends!
"Or is it that it's the other way around, you are more interested in her?" I pout theatrically, "Now I am jealous."
"I'm sure" was the dry response.
"Come now, I do mean it you know. Your resilience and keen mind are quite attractive. Since I don't need your crown and all, you can be assured that I am quite genuine" I switch my teasing tone to a lightly flirting one. I am speaking the truth after all. Except the crown part, while she can have it for now, I very much want the metaphorical crown. And not just of Ferelden.
Anora eyes me for quite a while and then she shrugs almost imperceptibly "Yes, I believe I shall be quite popular once my father is deposed."
"Indeed. But our association can give you some space. And time. After all, you won't be relying on the nobles of the resistance only, we will be providing quite a lot of support as well"
The queen hums "Perhaps. They'll push, indubitably, but I'm young enough not to be in a hurry for an immediate heir to secure my rule. And yes, the Avvar link will help."
I grin "Anything for the ruler of our sister-nation."
Anora's features tighten. She is her father's daughter, the very idea of relinquishing parts of Fereldan lands is abhorrent to her. But she well knows this is the deal. Naturally she will try skirting out of it later but by that time she will be in too deep. I'll make sure of it.
"And on that note, I think it's time for me to leave" I nod at the blonde, "I'll be back soon though. We might be laying low for now, both the resistance and us, but before the winter ends I'm going to get you out of here. And you'll regain your crown."
What I feel from Anora is a mix of both hope and apprehension. Also doubt, which isn't nice. I might be stringing her along a little but I fully intend to deliver. On the plus side, she does actually find me attractive. Or, well, she suspects she would if I ever took off my [Leader's Paint]. That is quite soothing for my ego. Yep, I'm probably doing something about it once she's queen in more than name again.
"Yes, I certainly hope it will be soon" Anora finally settled on.
"Any reason in particular, aside the obvious?"
The young widow hummed lightly "Howe has been smiling lately. I don't think that bodes well for anybody."
My smile drops "I see. That is indeed… not good. I shall investigate." Poor overworked Haku, another job for him.
"Have I mentioned your ability to slip in and out of the Fereldan royal palace unimpeded and undetected is very disturbing?"
"You have. On several occasions" I smirk.
"I think it bears repeating"
Oooh, that was a nice one. I laugh and I head to the window as usual. Anora always tries to catch me in doing my disappearing act – needless to say she hasn't yet and she won't. Unless I show her. Which I probably will, once I kidnap her and bring her to head the remaining Fereldan nobles.
I have to grin at the muttered curse, Anora failed yet again. Hard to succeed when I can practically turn invisible with a simple thought and a little bit of mana, not to mention speed up on the roof before she can even reach the window. Fun.
With some more mana application I flash step back into the city. After all, I have to check on naughty Brother Stephen.
I don't need to go far, to my slight surprise there is some gossip around about it already. Seems the whorehouse was less than discreet. Or was it the man himself? He can't be all that bright, apparently he tried to claim he was providing the whores with 'spiritual assistance'. Deliciously scandalous.
On the other hand the food thing didn't get any traction yet. But that was expected. Naughty Brother Stephen though should push things along, people will want to have a peek at the affairs inside the chantry building after that. I'll send Haku to check on things later this week, he needs to take a look at Howe anyway.
With this done, I can happily teleport home. Today has been a productive day.
My vague sense of accomplishment and happiness dims a little as I land right in the middle of an argument. Margit and Karasuba, again. Normally, when they leave other people out of it, it is quite funny. With some notable exceptions, of course. A certain dragon boss comes to mind. Sometimes though, they can be loud and exhausting. Especially when it is taking place in my room of all places. And I kinda wanted to take a nap…
Plans change though. Some quite quickly too. Especially since that as soon as I'm spotted, Karasuba accosts me with a very wicked smirk and captures my lips, not in her usual aggressive way but with teasing sensuality.
My confusion persists even though enjoyment takes the forefront – Karasuba is usually just horny after a good battle or spar and has shown a clear preference for cock. She was delighted when she realized I could bring one up, pun intended, at will. But usually with her it was rough, not much foreplay, just getting off. Nothing slow or intimate but harsh and fast. Fast being a key word here since she jumped me after a spar on day two. I didn't even have much Affection with her yet! Fun fact, winning the spar got me some points, the sex didn't. Despite a rather pleased smile on her face. And being rather mellow for a while after getting fucked.
Then suddenly Karasuba is torn away from me, Margit roughly throwing her away and pinning me to the wall instead, crashing her lips to mine and invading my mouth with her very insistent tongue. Ohhhh! Realization dawns. Yet another game of one-upwomanship between the two. Well, this one seems harmless enough…
"Not too bad" Karasuba sniggers in the background, "But I'd already have her gushing."
Margit increases the aggressiveness but stays in the realm of making out. I go with the flow, not wanting to get on the middle of the argument. Or whatever this is. Besides, seems I will be benefitting from this so I do not mind being used to make a point.
The red-head disconnects our lips and unglues her body from mine to pin me with a fierce stare "Shape-shift that cock of yours."
I blink in surprise at Margit's demand. Not Karasuba, but Margit. And not asked, demanded. Just what the hell happened when I was away?
Karasuba cackles gleefully "Oh yes, grow a cock, let's see how she can handle it."
I obliged without a word. Or thought – those were kinda hard to come by at the moment.
Margit firmly cups me between my legs, shifting to better accommodate my newest addition, and squeezing with clear intent. That intent is reflected in her eyes, making them dark and determined and hungry. It's damn attractive.
Somehow I get wrangled into my comfy reading chair, no idea how actually, only that it involved the sekirei as well. Margit determinedly taking off my pants while Karasuba pushed me into the chair made all those unimportant memories vanish.
The red-head slaps my legs open, dropping to her knees between them. The visual makes my new addition twitch, something that still feels both perfectly normal and very weird. The dichotomy of feeling is soon solved by the [Gamer's Mind] as always, leaving only aroused anticipation behind.
Karasuba says something again, something goading judging from the tone, but her words barely register as Margit has already taken the tip into her mouth. A few firm sucks are first but then she lets the tip rest only on her lips, using her tongue to flick to taste the first drops of my essence.
A moan comes unbidden from my lips, making Margit look up at me with a look that could only be translated to 'smug'. Then she draws the head past her lips again, slowly descending on the shaft, working it quite expertly along the way.
My mind is in a sort of haze, I don't even notice I closed my eyes at some point. The awareness at that fact only comes when my eyes shoot open as Margit ventures further, my cock nudging at her throat. Margit retreats, clearly unprepared. That is when Karasuba gets involved again, seizing the back of the soldier's head and forces it back down, and further down, making Margit downright choke.
"Karasuba! Enough!" I have the presence of mind to pretest on the red-head's behalf. It's not as if she could speak right now.
"Fine" the sekirei rolls her eyes and relents, letting Margit come up for air, "Should've known she'd chicken out."
Once Margit's coughing stops, she growles at Karasuba, tells her to fuck off, and swiftly returns to work. Again trying to prove something as she goes right down and, with only a moment's hesitation, lets my cock into her throat.
Karasuba laughs and starts to clap while Margit's eyes shine with both pride and a sheen of tears she refuses to drop despite the strain. Finally she manages to seal her lips around the base with a moan of triumph.
I'd comment but I am way too entranced by both the feel and the visual. I'm practically frozen, mouth hanging slightly open, making me the target of the sekirei's mocking words for a change.
As Margit continues her ministrations, Karasuba decides to get join in and drapes over the red-head's back, letting her hands roam. Whether it is another taunt or a reward, I cannot tell. Margit clearly decided it was the former and while still occupied with sucking me off, she aims a backhand at the sekirei.
The silver-haired alien only laughs, letting her right hand disappear beneath Margit's waistband while the other caresses her intermittently full throat.
Margit doesn't let herself be distracted, and despite being obviously fingered by her fellow Servant, she lets half of the cock slide out of her mouth, lashing her tongue along the underside of the shaft. The red-head arches a cocky brow, giving me a significant look.
A quiet rumble quivers through my chest, travelling outward and becoming audible. The growl ended in a pathetically pleading tone. Margit obviously got what she wanted because once more I am fully enveloped by the heat of her mouth, pulsing almost uncomfortably in the tight space.
"Fuck, that's is" Karasuba just had to speak up, "You're taking her so well. And you're enjoying it too, swallowing all those inches down your throat. You're soaking through your pants, I can't even get a grip so slick you are!"
Margit makes a muffled noise, a cross between a growl and a groan. I actually make quite a similar sound as the suction around my cock increases. Karasuba continues prattling on but I am too far gone to pay it any mind. Pleasure races along my shaft and I only can quiver helplessly as it bursts free into the welcoming warmth of Margit's mouth.
The red-head showed no hesitation. Feeling her swallow around my over-sensitive head only makes me spill faster. My own mouth falls open and my head lolls back even though I desperately wanted to keep watching. My vision blurred and I give up, closing my eyes. I can still feel though, Margit drinking me down.
Karasuba's snigger breaks through the haze but only because she too has been having success with making Margit come closer to her climax, the red-head's moans making even more pleasure run through me. Then Margit lets my cock slip from her mouth to take a sharp intake of breath.
My eyes are still closed but I can hear Margit's orgasm. And Karasuba's gleeful commentary. The sekirei really needs to learn when to shut up. Still, I hope the red-head enjoyed it at least half as much as I did, because it has been pretty spectacular for me.
When I finally regain my breath I open my eyes only to be greeted by the sight of Karasuba aggressively making out with a slightly stained Margit. Guess she had been too distracted by her own climax to catch the tail-end of mine.
I leave them to it, wanting nothing more than curl up on my bed and take that nap.
"So, my turn?" Karasuba smirks and eyes me greedily…