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Sacrifices Must Be Made (Dragon Age/FFXV)

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Chapter 7 of Sacrifices Must Be Made

A/N: Hahaha, I uh,,,, took more time than I meant to. I meant to come back January, but I guess I took an extra 2 months off,,, I’m thinking of moving to Saturday updates, hence updating today! I’ll  definitely keep doing the bimonthly updates though.

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When Elisabeta opened her eyes, she had a pounding headache. She placed her arm over her eyes to diminish the sun's beams and groaned.

“Hey miss,” a masculine voice said. Elisabeta did not respond at first. “Miss?”

“Are you talking to me?” Elisabeta replied with a strained voice.

“Yes, are you alright?” Elisabeta stopped for a second and thought about the question.

“I have a pounding headache. Oh, wait, can you tell me where I am?”

“Did you go out drinking last night? I would drop whoever let a beautiful woman like you alone on the streets of Insomnia.”

“Huh…?”

“You’re clearly not okay, can you sit up?”

Elisabeta took a deep breath and removed her arm from over her eyes and moved both arms behind her and managed to sit up like the man asked.

“Okay good.” Elisabeta opened her eyes and looked at the man. Her eyes stung from the sudden light, but she got a good look at the man. He was young with black-gray hair that was pushed back; what stood out the most to her, however, was his piercing blue eyes.

The man cursed under his breath and then smiled at Elisabeta. “Do you need me to take you to where you live?”

“I-no-I-uh-don’t-”

“It’s okay, though I’ll be taking you to my friend instead. She can help you better than I can.”

“O-kay?”

“Can you stand up?” Elisabeta swallowed deeply and put all her weight onto her arms that kept her sitting up. She managed to get up, but not without a little bit of wobbling, which made the man wrap his arm around her to support her. “Heh, you must have gotten hammered.”

Elisabeta let out a strained chuckle at the man’s words. “I wish that was it.”

He was shocked but he shook his head and said nothing. “C’mon, let’s get you some help.” He started walking forward to lead her to his friend.

A few silent minutes passed and Elisabeta looked at the unknown man.

“What’s your name?”

“Huh?”

“You’re helping me, but I don’t know anything about you.”

“Ah, my name is Nyx. What’s yours?” Elisabeta’s jaw clenched but she answered.

“Uh-Elisabeta.”

“Nice to meet you Elisa.”

“Elisa? Oh, my friends usually call me Beta.”

“Beta?”

“Y-yeah, my uh… friend… gave it to me and it caught on.” That… was hard for her to say. It was Alistair who gave it to her and all she could say was that he was her friend. That was what it was when she died. Friends. No matter how much her heart stung.

Nyx gave a sound of acknowledgment.

“What brought you to Insomnia?” Nyx asked.

“Oh-I just, kinda wound up here. Uh-”

“Sorry to leave suddenly but we’re here. Stay here and I’ll be back,” Nyx cut her off. He took off into the darker area that was still full of life. She tried to keep her eyes on the man but it was a futile effort as he dashed through the area.

Elisabeta took this time to really look around. This place… was like no other she has seen before. The buildings were just so tall, and seemed so different from the towers in Ferelden. They looked perfect. This is not even the weirdest part. What the fuck are these moving… boxes!

What the fuck?

How do they work? How are they so fast? They seem so dangerous, even more than an angry horse. And those would kick your teeth in. She knew she could not just ask this stranger, she was already suspicious. How can she ask about them?

“Hey!” Elisabeta snapped out of her thoughts to look up to the man she had been talking to, who had a beautiful woman in tow. She had a slim figure with clothes fit to her body and fine brown hair tied into a bun.

“Hey,” She responded back.

“Nyx, did you really bring this young girl here to us? You’re 30 and she is what, 18?”

“I’m 20…”

“She’s 20! That’s still young!” She moved her hand out gesturing to Elisabeta with an exasperated look on her face.

“It’s not like that!” Nyx defended.

“Then what is it?”

“I found her passed out on the street!”

“Passed out on the street?” She had venom in those words.

“It’s true…” Elisabeta cut in. The woman turned to face her and her expression softened. She moved to get a better look of Elisabeta.

“I’m sorry sweetheart, what happened? You look terrible.”

“Uh-I…” Elisabeta didn’t know what to say and looked away. She was clearly uncomfortable.

“It’s okay, c’mon, Nyx said you needed some help.” The woman turned away and started walking into the area. Elisabeta stood still looking at the woman who’s demeanor changed at the drop of a hat.

“You coming?” Nyx asked, looking right at Elisabeta.

“Y-yeah!” Elisabeta moved, following Crowe with Nyx at her side. Elisabeta leaned in a little bit to the man.

“Who is she?”

“Oh Crowe?” Nyx stole a glance at the young woman. “She can be a bit rough around the edges but she has a soft side, as you saw.”

“Crowe…” Elisabeta tested the name, then looked forward trying to find the brunette. Instead, she saw a lot of people who were casting warry glances her way. Like she was out of place. Because she was.

“This way,” Nyx said, gently grabbing her arm. He pulled her away from the crowd, closer to the shadows. She did not hear what was being said, at least if she did, she did not let on. Nyx felt somewhat protective and that he needed to keep her from listening to the gossip as much as he could.

“Did you come to Insomnia with other people?” Nyx asked.

“Huh? Oh, no.” The man let out a noise of acknowledgment. “My friends aren’t… here.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright.”

“If that’s true you’re strong for a 20 year old. I’m from Galahad, y’know. It might have been years ago but it still hurts. I lost… a lot.”

He wanted to believe the young woman in tha she’s fine, but he could not. He understood loss, all of the galahds did and none of them were recovered.

“Nyx!” A new man called out. He was a large man with a beard and dark brown hair tied into a braid.

“Hey Libertus,” Nyx groaned. “As much as I love talking to you, we need to catch up with Crowe.”

Elisabeta quietly laughed which is what caught the man’s, Libertus, attention. “A pretty one, what’s your name? And what are you doing with Nyx here?”

Libertus had a clear smirk in his voice as he punched Nyx’s shoulder. However, Elisabeta tensed on instinct, one she gained from the blight because of the bounty placed on Alistair and her head from that fucking tratior! Nyx had proven he had good intentions, which helped her, but Libertus, who has proven nothing, just… asked.

She hesitated, which both men noticed. She did not want to give it, and Nyx opened his mouth but Elisabeta spoke before he could.

“Nonya.” She started picking up her pace a little bit.

“Nonya…? Wait-”

“Nonya Business.” Nyx snorted about the man falling for it but Libertus rolled his eyes.

After a few seconds Elisabeta saw the beautiful woman, Crowe, in front of a building. She squinted her eyes at the new man.

“I see you picked up a Libertus.”

Said man moved forward and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. “Oh, Crowe, don’t be like that.” The woman rolled her eyes and bent down to escape the man’s grasp.

“C’mon, uh…” She was looking at Elisabeta. Elisabta clenched her jaw.

“Elisabeta, Beta for short.” It was small but audible.

“C’mon Beta.” She walked through the doors but looked back at the three and squinted her eyes. “Just Beta.”

Nyx nodded in response and Elisabeta followed the other woman. Crowe led her past some rooms and to a metal door with a button with an arrow that pointed up, which Crowe pressed. It lit up which surprised the younger woman. Elisabeta was lost. What was this?

“Ya look constipated, what’s wrong?” Crowe asked.

“Oh, um, I haven’t seen one of these in person.” Elisabeta pointed to the meal doors.

“Really? Well then, don’t be afraid.” Which made Elisabeta even more afraid. The longer the wait the longer Elisabeta got anxious until there was a beep and the metal doors slid open. Crowe walked through the entryway to the closet sized room and looked like she pressed another button on the side. She looked up at Elisabeta with a look and stuck her arm out through the entryway.

“I promise, it’s safe.” Elisabeta took a breath and walked through the way and Crowe lowered her arm which let the doors close. Soon there was movement which started Elisabeta and she grasped onto the rail on the side of the box.

“What the fuck!” It came out before she could filter herself.

“I live on the 10th floor so it shouldn’t take too long for the elevator.” Crowe was unsure what to do but she wanted to help. Elisabeta on the other hand, was clenching the rail so hard her fists went white. Soon after the box, elevator? Came to a stop, which started her more, and she closed her eyes. She heard the sound of the doors opening but she didn’t budge. Then she felt a hand on her arm which made her open her eyes and look at the concerned face of Crowe.

“It’s alright, it’s time to leave the elevator.” Elisabeta gently nodded, let go of the rail, and slowly left the steel box. “My apartment is just to the right.”

Elisabeta walked in the directed way as Crowe seemed to go into her pocket to get out her key. When she unlocked her door, Elisabeta saw a small but kind of messy room with things she’s never seen before.

There were a lot of metal looking or matte surfaces she did not quite know. Black surfaces and boxes.

“Yeah, I’m sorry for the mess but make yourself at home, I’ll get you some water.”

Elisabeta looked around and took a seat on what seemed to be a couch. The piece of furniture seemed to be facing a thin surface that seemed to have an opaque black glass covering it. She was curious about the object and almost missed the other woman giving her a glass of water.

“Thank you.”

“No big deal.” Elisabeta looked down at the glass of clear liquid and studied it, then brought it to her nose, a tad cautious of the good will she’s been given.

“What are you doing?” Elisabeta let out a small noise of surprise.

“I’m just… not that I don’t trust your kindness, but I just-I always check when given something.” Crowe gave Elisabeta a curious look and sat down on the other side of the couch with her body facing the younger woman. Elisabeta then looked at her and Crowe took a sip of her own drink. Elisabeta hesitantly followed suit.

“Elisabeta.” It was soft but Elisabeta looked up at the woman and let out a small hum  of acknowledgment.

“What happened to you?” Crowe asked.

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“In Darkness eternal they searched, For those who had goaded them on, Until at last they found their prize, Their got, their betrayer: The sleeping dragon Dumat. Their taint Twisted even the false-god and the whisperer Awoke at last, in pain and horror, and led Them to wreak havoc upon all the nation’s of the world: The first Blight.” -Threnodies 8:7

The false dragon-gods of the Tevinter Imperium lie buried deep within the earth, where they have been imprisoned since the Maker cast them down.

No one knows what it is that drives the darkspawn in their relentless search for the sleeping Old Gods. Perhaps it is instinctively, as moths fly into torch flames. Perhaps there is some remnant of desire for vengeance uptown the ones who goaded the magisters to assault heaven. Whatever the reason, when darkspawn find one of these ancient dragons, it is immediately afflicted by the taint. It awakens twisted and corrupted, and leads the darkspawn in a full scale invasion of the land: a Blight.

Urthemiel was once the Tevinter god of beauty. In ancient times, he was worshiped by creatives and was known to be the fairest and most graceful of the Old Gods. They created a festival in his honor that would last for a fortnight and was filled with creative outputs all dedicated to his honor.

Some people speak of Urthemiel as a master manipulator who helped persuade the ancient Tevinter Magisters to attempt to reach the Golden City and urged his servant to join the endeavor.

Chapter 6 of Sacrifices Must Be Made

A/N: And with this, I will be taking a small Hiatus (I should return January). This is finals week and then it's the holidays and I want to spend that time with my family. I'll also be spending more time developing the next arc of the story and maybe replay FFXV.

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Sacrifices Must be Made Bonus Chapter: Post Chapter 5

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W/C: 577

A/n: First Bonus Chapter! Heh nice. Also I apologize for the late update, I honestly forgot it was Sunday.

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The Darkspawn immediately retreated once the beam flew up into the heavens. Alistair’s heart dropped with a sinking suspicion of what happened.

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On the eve of battle with the archdemon, she revealed why she was sent with them. She had a loophole to prevent the death of a Grey  Warden.

She met with Elisabeta and asked her to convince Alistair to have  relations with her. Elisabeta freaked out at this, even if it would save both her and Alistair.

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Elisabeta and Eamon worked hard to gather political favor to persuade the landsmeet to help end the growing unease and near civil war that was spreading through Fereldan. To Alistair’s surprise, Elisabeta decided that the throne should be his. He was unsure if he really wanted the position but the Landsmeet all agreed that his father’s throne was now his.

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“It’s perfectly alright to think about the many indignities you plan to inflict on your enemies, but to talk about it… well that would be unladylike.”

Wynne’s aptitude with healing magic was clear from the start. She was well liked by her mentors and was recognized as an exceptionally gifted student. Everyone, even the templars, were able to recognize how she was the best the Circle had to offer.

She spent many years mentoring apprentices in the circle and she was asked to become the successor to First Enchanter Irving, but refused saying she does not desire working for the upper echelons.

Wynne was a senior enchanter at the circle and when she learned of the Late King Calin’s request for aid and she volunteered immediately. At Ostagar was Elisabeta’s first encounter with her, so when the young woman saw her at the circle months later, she was surprised.

Elisabeta was less surprised when she found out that Wynne barely made it out with her life. Wynne did her best to tend to the wounded and then returned to the circle. Upon her return, she learned that Uldred had already returned and was spreading the false narrative that the Wardens had betrayed King Calin. Wynne immediately spoke with Irving and told him the truth. With this information, Irving confronted Uldred about his falsehoods. Uldred grew angry at the confrontation and resorted to drastic measures to take over the tower.

Thank you so much for the question!

By far the fic I've worked on on the longest is actually my current fic! It's been about 3 months since I started working on it.

I mostly write one shots since I'm notoriously bad at psyching myself out on series and dropping them (I try to have 2-3 chapters done before I publish chapter 1). I have kept going on Sacrifices because I haven't been able to get it out of my mind. Like I keep writing rough drafts and ideas in my classes xD

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"What can I say? I have a heart of stone.”

The golems of Orzammar once made up the vanguard of the dwarven army, holding back the tides of darkspawn that flooded out of the Deep Roads, but the art of making them was lost. Many eventually succumbed to the damage sustained in battle.

In her journeys, Elisabeta came across a merchant that practically gave her a control rod so she went to Honnleath to find the golem. Once she had arrived in town, she found that the code word did not work. She looked around and found a door that was cracked and entered the place hoping to find survivors. Luckily she did and one of the people she saved happened to know the code word, but he would not tell her without more help. He wanted his daughter found and was afraid she was dead.

Elisabeta traveled down into the depths and was able to find the young child, but the girl was being controlled by a demon. Elisabeta was able to defeat the demon and brought the girl back to her father.

The father was elated to have his daughter back and gave Elisabeta the real code word and she immediately went to activate the Golem.

The man advised against it, but she tried anyway. The code word activated Shale, but the rod did not control her. However, that allowed Shale to have her personality.

Later they were able to find out that Shale had been Shayle of House Cadash, a warrior of King Valtor, and a volunteer who chose to dedicate her life to the defenses of Orzammar.

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A/N: I completely forgot about Taliesen being after the Landsmeet until writing this Codex entry djsksdja I thought it happened just whenever you are traveling through Denerim

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Between the Tevinter Immperium, Rivain, and the Free Marches, sits the nation of Antiva. Although it possesses little in the way of resources, the country’s location makes it the center for trade in the north. The capital, Antiva City, is the wealthiest city in the world. Antiva has virtually no army since the monarchy is too weak to support one. A lot of citizens would be hard pressed to even name who the king is. The true power lies in the hands of a dozen guilds.

The most prolific of these is the House of Crows. They are the most efficient, most feared, and most expensive guild of assassins in the world, and they call Antiva their home. Their reputation alone defends the borders from all threats, even the Qunari don’t dare attack.

Loghain contacted the Crows to assassinate Alistair and Elisabeta and the task was given to Zevran. When he finally found the group and tried to assassinate the wardens, he was no match and was swiftly taken down by Elisabeta. She was familiar with stories of the Crows and knew they would not take kindly to the news. She contemplated what to do since the man was at her mercy and she remembered she needed all the help she could get.

The offer surprised everyone for one reason or another, Alistair being the most cautious of this decision. Elisabeta explained her reasoning and so the man joined them on their year long quest.

Chapter 5 of Sacrifices Must be Made

A/N: Here we are! The end of DAO! This is just the first major arch. Just you wait ;) God I have so much planned for this fic and it’s not even funny

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JSJKSKDJ THANK YOU? I HAVE DEFIANTLY SPENT A LOT OF ENERGY ON THIS FIC JSKDFA

Last week, *someone* used a bot to give me a ton of Kudos on both Sacrifices Must Be Made stories on my AO3.

I knew it was botted bc if you looked at the Codex Entries I only had 5 hits.

This didn't sit right with so I sent an emailand I was got back to a few days later with conformation that is was botted. They said they can't remove kudos and the only way to keep from botting is to make it so only accounts and kudos. I don't like that, I like support, like my first guest Kudos gave me 🥺

This morning though I woke up to this