Nandita To Nandini
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I looked from one expectant face to the next, but none of the four looked anything but determined. They wanted me to describe their deaths. I gulped.
“First of all, please call me Sierra. I wasn’t ... I don’t enjoy titles or excessive formality.” Their expressions were guarded, so I hurried to reassure them, “No one calls me ‘your Highness’ if I can avoid it. Please.” Alistair was grinning at my discomfort, and I saw a few smiles get suppressed when I rolled my eyes at him.
I turned back to Leandra – the one whose death I most feared revealing. “If it’s what you want, I’ll tell you. Obviously, things have changed from what I knew, so it might not seem real to you because of that.”
Alistair added, “Sierra changed things. She keeps saying ‘things have changed’ like she had nothing to do with it, but it’s all thanks to her.” He leaned over to kiss my temple as I blushed. Again.
I cleared my throat. “You also need to know that I heard about ... I’ll call them ‘potential futures’. Alternatives – because you all had choices, which changed the outcome depending on which decisions you made.” They nodded, though their expressions were more puzzled than I might have liked. “Right, well ... let me see. What I know about you is that you escaped from Lothering...”
I told them all of it. Fleeing from the darkspawn, one of the twins dying to defend Leandra from an ogre. Leandra winced, her eyes moist, but Bethany and Carver took it in stride, so I continued with the story. Being rescued by a shape-shifting witch. Carver scoffed at the concept of a woman who could become a dragon, but Bethany looked surprisingly pensive. It made me wonder what had happened – because I knew Marian Hawke had met Flemeth, but clearly Carver hadn’t, and hadn’t even heard the story. Taking a boat to Kirkwall, only to find the gates closed, and Gamlen with no estate, no money, no influence. Working as smugglers or mercenaries for a year to pay back their entrance bribe. Living in Gamlen’s hovel, scraping together enough coin to buy in to Varric’s expedition.
“Bartrand stealing the relic and trapping everyone down there was bad enough, but then, if one of you went with Marian down there, you ended up tainted.” I nodded sadly at Bethany. “I guess that part isn’t so different.” I shook my head with a sigh. “If Anders hadn’t been with you, you’d have died down there. Not sure if it’s better or worse, though. Because if you’d stayed behind, you would have been captured by templars and taken to the Gallows – or if it was Carver, he was supposed to have joined the templars.”
I kept expecting an explosion from the volatile man in front of me, insisting that he’d never have done such a thing – but he just flushed, and no one said a word. I eyed him speculatively but didn’t ask.
“Karl, you were caught communicating with Anders – who was an apostate, not a Grey Warden.” Sort of, anyway, and I wasn’t going to go into that story if I could avoid it. “You got caught, and one of the templars made you Tranquil in order to trap Anders.” I grimaced at the look of resignation on the mage’s face. “He escaped the ambush, but you...” I really didn’t want to say it.
He saved me the necessity. “Anders would not have left me there – he would have known I wouldn’t want to remain like that. And if the templars killed me, you’d have said so with much less hesitation. I assume he was forced to kill me?”
I nodded reluctantly. “He was devastated.” My eyes swept over his unmarked forehead, assuring myself that it hadn’t come true.
“And me?” Leandra finally asked.
I shuddered. “In a few years ... there would have been a man. He pretended to be a suitor, but instead...” I looked at her again, and she nodded with a sad smile. “He was – is – a blood mage. He was – is –” I grimaced, “attempting to ... resurrect his dead wife using other women’s body parts.” Bethany gasped, and I struggled to swallow. “She ... looked uncannily like you.”
Carver leaped out of his seat with an oath, agitated, and I felt Alistair stiffen at my side as he watched the young man pace. His ire didn’t seem to be directed at me, however, so we stayed put. Leandra had gone pale, one dainty hand at her throat in shock. And Bethany and Karl both looked away, Karl in disgust, though Bethany looked somehow ... ashamed?
No one spoke for a long moment as everyone contemplated that horror. I couldn’t stop thinking that all four of the people in front of me were supposed to be dead – or would have been soon – except possibly Bethany, who still ended up a Warden.
“I wrote to Varric hoping to warn him off the expedition, but I knew it wasn’t likely he’d listen. He was the only one I knew how to contact. And when we sent Anders to Kirkwall, I couldn’t tell him everything, but he was supposed to try to stop it, or if that didn’t work, go with you so no one died of the taint. I told Varric to convince Marian to send you all away from Kirkwall. I’m relieved – though shocked, I admit – to see all of you. I didn’t really think my letter would be heeded, and I knew Anders would have a lot of difficulty trying to change the outcome – everyone would think he was crazy.”
“He is crazy,” Carver muttered, and I chuckled.
“So, with those horrible revelations behind us – would you tell me what really happened instead?”
Leandra nodded and began the story.
“Well, we never had to ‘escape’ from Lothering, to start with.” She smiled over at Carver. “After Carver and Marian came home from Ostagar, the whole town was evacuated.”
Carver nodded. “The retreat was called, and our entire platoon headed to Lothering. Once they found out we were from there, our lieutenant released us to help mother and Bethany pack. We were assigned a caravan and a cart and so we left for Gwaren. We expected to be drafted back once we were moving, but we were placed with a different platoon who didn’t know we were soldiers – so we didn’t tell them. Marian and I did volunteer to help out on the trip, though – we took watches and guard shifts. We didn’t desert,” he declared defensively.
I just nodded, and he relaxed slightly.
“We travelled with the caravan, protected by soldiers, all the way to Gwaren. We had to watch over Bethany, of course, but there was only one templar with our group, and he died on the way. From Gwaren we took a ship to Denerim, and then another to Kirkwall.”
A thought occurred to me. “A templar died?” I suddenly realised that all of these changes could have meant Aveline never ended up in Kirkwall – and that would be a tragedy.
Bethany nodded. “Ser Wesley. He had the Darkspawn taint.” She shuddered. “But there weren’t any Grey Wardens around, I guess.”
My heart racing, I asked, “And can you tell me, what happened to Ser Wesley’s wife?”
“Sergeant Aveline was released from duty and chose to accompany us to Kirkwall after her husband died.” Leandra frowned. “Poor woman. She seems content in the city guard, however.”
I breathed a sigh of relief. “Oh. Good.” I struggled to focus. “And Kirkwall?”
Bethany answered. “Much as you said. Uncle Gamlen gambled away the family fortune and the estate; we all ended up living with him in Lowtown, and Marian and Carver were stuck running errands for Athenril to pay back the bribes we needed to get into the city.”
Carver flushed and rubbed at the back of his neck, and I suppressed a smirk. I know exactly what those ‘errands’ entail – and I’m guessing Bethany and Leandra don’t.
“That ended a year ago,” he cut in, clearly eager not to talk about smuggling for Athenril, “and then we met Varric. He invited Marian,” his tone was clearly bitter at this point, and I tried not to roll my eyes, “to join his brother’s expedition. We spent months working to raise the money, and then she left me behind.”
Bethany shot him a dirty look. “Someone had to stay behind and watch over mother,” she reminded him, “and you know very well the templars were closing in on us. I had to get out of Kirkwall for a while.” She sighed and looked at me and Alistair. “For however much good that did me.”
I pinched the bridge of my nose in irritation as the twins started sniping at each other. Both siblings bitter, both believing the other got the better deal. This is just perfect. I cut in before the two could come to blows. “So then you ended up in the Deep Roads?”
Bethany frowned one last time at Carver, then turned back to me and nodded. “Yes. We made our way through darkspawn and cave-ins and deepstalkers until we found some ancient ruins. When we saw the red Lyrium idol, Varric suddenly panicked and refused to allow anyone to touch it. He and Bartrand argued, but later while we slept, Bartrand stole the idol and locked us in. The ten of us—”
“Ten?” I raised an eyebrow in shock.
Bethany nodded. “Ye-es? Varric, Anders, Marian, and me, plus a few of the mercenaries Bartrand had hired for the expedition.” I nodded, surprised; it had never occurred to me to wonder what happened to the other people in the expedition when Bartrand had scarpered. “And Bodahn and Sandal, of course,” she continued. “We ended up finding a back way out, but it was full of Darkspawn and—”
“Rock demons. Or something.”
Bethany hummed her agreement. “And treasure. We brought back as much as we could carry. Then I ended up developing the taint, somehow, and Anders put me through the Joining. We made it back to Kirkwall in time to find out that this idiot...”
She turned to Carver, and his face went red, his expression murderous. “What did you expect—” he shouted.
Only to be cut off by Bethany. “I never asked you—”
Leandra leaped to her feet, her brows furrowed, and while she didn’t raise her voice at all, the demanding authority radiating from her stopped both twins in their tracks. “Enough, both of you.”
When both looked away with matching sullen expressions, Leandra sat back down gracefully – almost regally, actually – and turned to me. “While Bethany and Marian were gone, things in the city began turning ... ugly. The templars were raiding homes and businesses, arresting anyone who they deemed a mage sympathizer. There were people killed. It got so that we could barely leave the house without being questioned.”
“I was concerned about what would happen to Bethany when they returned,” Carver continued. “I didn’t know she was a Warden, of course. But I thought my best chance would be to become a templar so that I could warn her if there was to be a raid – or protect her if she was ever taken.”
My mouth fell open in shock, and Carver flushed. “Marian isn’t the only one who can protect our family.”
Bethany, without a staff to hit him with this time, punched his shoulder instead. “You think your mage sister would prefer her brother was a Lyrium-addled templar? I’d rather have taken my chances in the Circle alone.” She smacked him again.
“So...” I had so many questions I didn’t know where to start. “ ... you’re a templar, then?” We were going to have trouble if we were somehow harbouring a templar who’d deserted the Gallows – I wondered if we’d end up with both siblings as Wardens. Leandra’s going to kill us.
“No,” Carver blurted. “I was only in training, not even an initiate yet, and when everything happened in Kirkwall...” He trailed off, and that led me to my other questions.
“Yes, about that. We’ve heard a little bit – and a lot of outrageous rumours – but what exactly happened in Kirkwall, anyway?”
Carver looked disgusted. “Turns out Knight-Commander Meredith was a complete degenerate. Preaching duty and honour and abstinence, and all the while betraying each of those ideals in secret.” I had no doubt if the woman in question had been nearby, he’d have started a fist-fight. His lip pulled up in a sneer, but he stopped talking, apparently overcome.
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Andrew Running (part 1 of Andrea's Stand) Chapter 1: Running I called my Aunt Clara from the bus station. She didn't seem that surprised to hear from me and when I explained why I was there she told me to walk a couple of blocks to the local diner and get myself a cup of coffee. She'd pick me up in about half an hour. I sat and sipped chocolate milk and tried to eat a pastry while I glanced nervously out of the window waiting for my father to show up and force me into his...
Somewhere down where the Spanish Moss hangs and the Palmetto Trees grow...Garland, still hung over from the previous night’s drinking, sat on the edge of the bed and glared angrily at the window air conditioner unit of his cheap motel room. He found the unit’s incessant vibration and noise increasingly irritating. He then realized he still held the room phone in his hand. He looked at it and dropped it hard onto the receiver. As he sat there, much of his body still dripped with water from his...
Straight Sexby Millie Dynamite Jaden and I meet a few weeks after he transferred to the Naval base just outside of town. I sat on a bar stool sipping my Pappy Van Winkle when this tall African-American man in full dress uniform sat next to me. He whore captain’s bars. He possessed an air of authority. I nodded to him when perched on the next stool. He returned my nod with his own acknowledgment, in a deep voice he said, “Yo.” He spoke without looking at me. “I’ll have bourbon, make it a shot of Evan...
This is a story about seduction and transformation that’s written about a real-life sissy named Brandon Hippel, Brandon’s a cute little limp-wristed sissy-faggot from Abington Pennsylvania that loves to be humiliated and exposed online. She loves feminization, crossdressing, being exposed online, humiliation, anal play, degradation, being captioned, taking pictures, and talking to new people, so feel free to contact her through these various social media; Her kik is; HumiliationSlut2Her email...
Armand Wilson sat in his home office/study sighing. From the office, things had looked pretty good; business was on track, and Sharon appeared to be handling her new situation well. But in the car on the way home, Armand began getting bad vibes, and when he arrived at his mansion, things were even worse. Everyone on staff was walking around as if on eggshells. It took Armand about twenty minutes' worth of snooping, but the situation resolved itself -- the Hernandez' quarters were an armed...
by Oediplex 8==3~ The sweetest mom discovers her boy is both convenient and delightful. [She also recounts when her dad fucked her at nineteen!] Like the name of Madame DeVille's moniker, Cruella, some names fit the personality they are bestowed upon. Disney came up with that evil woman's apropos handle. My mother's folks named their only child, a daughter, Candy. This was shortly before the infamous 1968 movie was out. Though there were aspects of mom that paralleled the...
Story of Sandrine (1) By Perverpeper on 05/15/08F/f F+/f F/f+ F+/f+ teen enema exhibition WaterSport bestriality BDSM feet hair slavery scatology college hightSchool job slow reluctant humiliation blckmail torture nc HeavySummary: Sandrine is a young high school student. A few days after celebrating her 18th birthday with college only a few weeks away, she is kidnapped by a rich woman who will introduce her to the pains and the joys of submission.Comment?: This is a translation from the...
Ah, Melissa. That’s a name that brings back fond memories of a time of passion and illicit romance. Even now, I can taste the hint of cinnamon on her lips and sense the subtle fragrance of an obscure flower that was the essence of the perfume she wore.Melissa and her husband, a stoic and foolish man whose unpronounceable name I have chosen to forget, lived in the same apartment complex as I. Even so, she might never have come to my attention if not for the fact that we did our laundry at the...
HardcoreI must have slept for fourteen hours that night. The week before was very tough and my schedule was completely out of whack. By the time Friday night rolled around all I wanted to do was sleep. It was 11:00 am Saturday morning by the time I woke. By then, I felt as fresh and rested as I had in weeks. It's amazing what a good night's sleep will do for a man.I rolled over onto my back, enjoying the morning sun that filtered through my blinds. I stretched out and before I consciously realized it,...
MasturbationLaney Travers walked down the ill-lit corridor and paused outside the doorway to her virtue's doom. Apartment twenty-nine again. Heaven help this well-raised girl. Well, maybe not Heaven ... Mike's voice sounded in her head: “News – real news – is what someone doesn’t want you to know, Laney sweetheart. The rest is fuckin’ propaganda. Keep searchin’ for truth among the bullshit. Rigour, determination, guts – that’s the only kinda newspaperman to be. Or newspaperwoman. Remember that.” He’d...
Hardcore“I’m Stacey, and I’m a sex addict.” I knew I wasn’t the only person in the room that was in denial over that statement even as it left my mouth. ‘Admit that you need help and recovery will come quicker and last longer’. I had to hold back my initial laughter as I’d read the mission statement that had been emblazoned on the front of our orientation binders at The Belleview Retreat for Sexual Health. My mind immediately substituted “cum” for “come” and… anyway, yeah I guess I was probably one of...
HardcoreMy heart was pounding in a symphonic surge as I lingered in front of the hotel room door. I checked and rechecked the metal plate bolted to the rich, dark oak. Number 2412. Yes, this was definitely the right room. The hallway corridor was empty. The dimly lit sconces glowed invitingly along the richly textured walls. They had led the way from the elevator of the lushly swank boutique hotel, The Hazelton, just like beacon lights leading me towards the precipice of a decision I still wasn’t sure...
ReluctanceSterling smacked my ass, spun me around and pushed me against the wall. “I'm going to fuck you standing up,” he said. “Right here and now.” “You're getting married to my sister,” I said. “So I'm going to have to say no.” “I'm going to fuck you,” he said. “Sooner or later.” His lips moved toward mine and I found myself puckering up to meet them. He tasted of whiskey and apples with an overlay of cinnamon. I think the cinnamon came from the gum he was chewing. I moved my face away from his. “Do...
TabooShe was so tight she made my loins ache. I wanted inside of her. The slutty little thing wore a shiny lick of a dress that reminded me of the black paint on my favorite ride. Now I wanted to ride her ass just like I ride my bikes, with a lot of speed. No brakes would be needed for that piece of tail; she wasn’t after safety. I could tell by the way all five-foot-nothing of her prowled the bar floor in those spiked stilettos. There was nothing passive or tentative about her. She had game, but...
Quickie SexZone Defense, written as Gavin E. BlackChapter OneNathan Kent wasn't thrilled with the idea of completing his final year of college at a completely different institution from where he'd started, but the opportunity to join one of the top varsity football teams had been too much of a temptation to pass up. The truth of the matter, Nathan was glad to have an excuse to move away. His last relationship had ended badly, and the thought of having to play a defensive position in conjunction with his...
Gay MaleWell, now it's time for school. Candace and I go to a small high school, not private, but because we are so rich, it is not exactly public either. The students have been screened by my fathers' security teams; they are all exceptionally bright, well mannered, not prone to causing trouble, and to add ice cream to the pie, all are very good looking. There are 40 students, 20 boys and 20 girls. When the school was larger it had state champion quality teams in boys basketball, girls volleyball...
So these won’t really be like stories. At least not yet since I don’t really know how to make up stuff like the writers on here. It will be more like a diary or a blog to tell you about the sex things and other things in my life. This first diary entry I’m gonna give you some background so you understand why I picked this guy for my first time. So this happened yesterday and I’m writing quite fast because I’m so excited so if I spell stuff wrong or whatever, hey it’s my first story ok? So...
First Time