Cosplay Plush

Chap 25

“Arthur gripped onto the coattails of Blackwall where he could. Holding onto the end of the fellow Warden’s gambeson, hunkered down to catch any low exposed limbs. He eventually let go to give Blackwall a burst of speed and send himself sliding into the kneecaps of a desire demon.

Chapter 19

The tiny snow covered town was a more delightful sight than it usually was. Sael typically looked at it as something too small, confining and troublesome for her taste. After the events with Alexius’s amulet in Redcliffe, Haven had truly become its name. It helped ground her back in the present day reality that in fact the people she was fond of, that were interesting, or she hadn’t realized she was beginning to fall in love with, were not dead. It was hard to look at them, their faces twisted and gaunt from red lyrium sickness in the to-be avoided future, still fresh in her mind.

Chapter 18

Varric was true to his word. The room next to the one housing the dwarf’s cell held another occupant. There was no voice coming from within, just a slow rhythmic tapping against stone. It was hollow of any emotion, just repeated as if it was the sole sound to hold back insanity and desperation. Sael asked the other three to wait outside the door. A short protest was met with a pleading glance. The others finally agreed and turned to guard the door.

Sael approached the last cell in the room. Solas rose from the floor, the stick in his hand fell with a clatter. “You’re alive!” he rasped. “We saw you die! Spirit or not, you ceased to exist!”

“Alexius only forced us forward in time. Dorian is here as well.” Sael couldn’t open the door fast enough. Solas looked the same as Varric and Bull.

Chapter 17

Sael pushed through the Chantry doors. She let them thud close behind her, the last thing she wanted to do after being away from Haven so long was to deal with the war table. Barely past the pews when a throat cleared just off to her side. Sael barely glanced over to see Vivienne standing beside one of the pillars. A deep concerned look on the mages face. Sael knew the expression.

“Do you need something, Vivienne?”

“You’re not your usual chipper self, dear.” Vivienne forced the happy tone in her voice. “Is there something the matter?”

Sael’s face fell flat. She didn’t care enough at the moment to hide her annoyance.

“I was hoping for a private word with you.” Vivienne stepped back to make room for Sael to come into the area claimed by the mage.

“With a demon?”

“With a… spirit.”

Long over due update!

Chapter 16

“A black kettle,” Varric reminded her, following her inside. He tugged her sleeve to keep following when she took a seat at one of the tables. Varric led her to the bar and nodded to the bartender. Two mugs of mead where sat in front of the pair.

“Alright, Seeker, we're gunna play a little game.” Varric lowered his voice to add an ominous tone to his suggestion. “Think you can keep up?”