Dragon Age: Black Circle

The Task
In Which Gheris Accepts a Challenge

posted by Ellanutella

Winter, 14:Dragon

The snow was starting to melt, turning into puddles and mush piled on the sides of the streets. Gheris slogged through mud and across slippery cobblestones from the far side of the city, back to the less-than-fortunate area between the markets and docks. With her hat on and head down, her ears were covered and large eyes mostly unseen, ensuring that no one commented on an elf so far from the Alienage.

For the last two weeks, she’d been going to a jeweler in the rich area of the city almost daily. He’d started to chase her out almost as soon as she stepped in, telling her he’d send a runner when her commission was good and ready. But she lingered long after, watching him work. Just in case.

Finnian’s betrayal had been good for something, perhaps. The stone she wasn’t able to sell had chipped recently and she realized under the brown exterior, a shimmering blue was visible inside. With Naessa and Ferron recently bonded, she needed to give them something, but had little of what they would need. So she had the jeweler split it into two and carve it into something beautiful. The tiny, shimmering blue-and-golden brown bow and arrow, each on a separate silver chain, were carefully placed in delicate satin cloth and then in small boxes.

They were burning holes in her belt pockets. She wanted to pull them out and admire them right there in the middle of the street. If they hadn’t been wedding gifts, she might have tried to rob Naessa and Ferron of them later. She’d toyed with sending them to the new Iar Keeper to get them enchanted, but thought it might be best if they did that themselves. Naessa would know best what they needed.

The jeweler had been reluctant at first, but Gheris had pulled every string Rickety could find her and he agreed. For a decent price, no less. She liked to think the jeweler had grown fond of her, in a way.

Gheris stomped the sludge and mud from her boots outside and entered the pawn shop.

“I’ve returned!” she called.

Peering down the aisles, she could see Rickety wasn’t in the back. She smelled tea and qaffa. She hurried up the stairs, shedding her cloak as she did, and pushed open the door.

“Rickety, I hav-“

Rickety looked up at her from his seat. The study was re-arranged to accommodate guests. Rickety had his customary mug of qaffa before him, and Segonal had a mug of her tea in his hands. She stopped short, staring.

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Kal-Sharok
In which Aveza's and Gytha's lives are about to change completely.

By Jillyfae and The_Flax

With a groggy groan, Aveza woke up and the first thing she noticed was the smell. Something of a cross between moldy rot and a horde of nugs in a rut. She also felt the damp rocks under her through the tattered thin clothing that hung limply from her bony frame. At her extremities she perceived the chill of iron and the rustling of chain as she shifted slightly confirmed the presence of manacles. Next she attempted her eyes and was greeted with waves of pain which brought back the dull pain nestled in the back of her mind to the forefront. One eye, the left one, was swelled shut, but the right one seemed to work well enough; of course she couldn’t see much to begin with in the drab darkness of the jail cell. Standing up elicited another groan of protest from her body and she grinned as she remembered the events that had brought her here, or at least that had caused the bruises and injuries. She had taken on three armored guards, while unarmed and unarmored, and of what she recalled, she had been giving a fairly good account of herself until a fourth guard had arrived. The following moments had been hectic and painful, mostly painful.

Dull footsteps brought her back to reality and her good eye spied a faint light cutting through the dark and growing in intensity. Each step ringed in her throbbing head, but she made the effort of moving as far her bonds allowed her. Perhaps someone in the audience hall hadn’t had enough and was coming back for more. She grinned once more; if so she would be happy to oblige.

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