E-Girl007

Dragon Age Origins: (c)BioWare Heart and Blood Chapter Seven: The Best Laid Plans of Initiates and Mages... End in Blood (pt.2) "I am the essence and spirit of Eleni Zinovia, once consort and advisor to Archon Valerius. Prophecy my crime, cursed to stone for foretelling the fall of my lord's house," the statue explained. "The archons were the lords of the Imperium…" Jowan said somewhat amazed. Tevinter? What were Tevinter artifacts doing within the tower? The statue continued in telling them of its story. "'Forever shall you stand on the threshold of my proud fortress,' he said, 'and tell your lies to all who pass.' But my lord foun

There is always a Beginning. For without that which starts, There can be no end. "He will not give us any more than his first name—though I suspect that might even be an outright fabrication Knight-Captain. The man can barely speak a cohesive sentence." The templar hefted up his captive and set him down hard on the chair in the center of the room, re-binding his hands behind the seat backing, and his feet to the chair legs itself. When he stood, he had to hold him up to keep him from slumping over as he drifted in and out of consciousness; and he reeked of alcohol. It was the kind of rotten smell of refuse when cheap liquor has spent

Title: In Preparation Author: E-Girl007 (Emily G.) Game: Mass Effect Characters/pairing: Kaidan Alenko Disclaimer: Mass Effect and Kaidan Alenko are property of BioWare and Electronic Arts. This is purely a non-profit entertainment exercise. The writing however is my own, and I would ask that if you wish to feature it anywhere make sure credit is given to both myself, and BioWare/EA. Thank you. Something old was playing on the sound system. Something really old. Kaidan looked up from his drink and over to the stage where the musicians played. The front woman was blonde and hugged the microphone, pressing it to her lips like the romance w

It was a small disc with a picture on the inside of it, an etching—of the Anderfels. His chosen namesake. He brushed the tips of his fingers lightly over the image, caressing every tiny rise and fall of the etching like the rising and falling of the mountain steppes of his family home. The light of the flames pulsated over it, making it come alive—and so too did his memories… An ancient place that had reclaimed itself after near extinction. A place where pockets of people subsisted on community, the Chantry, or mysticism. It was the latter in which Anders' village dwelt, in one of the areas that had found life renewed from the

To: Liara T'soni Re: One Final Goodbye From: Allison L. Shepard There isn't much time. The explosions from the fighting are rattling the walls, and each one feels closer and closer. I just wanted to say, if I don't make it… up until this point, we've had an amazing run. I have no idea what is going to happen out there once Anderson and I begin moving the troops, so I wanted to say goodbye. I wanted to say goodbye in case this was the last time I could. We've had our ups and our downs over the years—-you've been a firm friend through all of my transitions, you stuck by me, and you taught me to believe. I've always known what you'v

"Fall to your knees, and beg from your Maker the will to live, and then you shall fight me... Harp.." a menacing laughter was heard from a twisted, maniacal face. "Never... never will I bow to you! Not after what you have done! I am not your puppet anymore! Not after what you did to... her.." Harp said gripping the hilt of his sword, his arms shaking, everything shaking, shaking. Again laughter. It rang through his body like bolts of electricity, switching everything on and off, jumping his heart to the point of where Harp believed it would burst from his chest. He figured it was better outside of him. "You mean, what you did to her," the m