Taiyama

It's quiet now. The tumult and din of battle has fallen to the cold silence of the graveyard. Everyone is dead. Everyone except him. The Sufferer kneels amidst the cold carnage and death. Bodies litter the field of battle, trolls from many different points of the hemospectrum lying cold, dead, bleeding in the dirt, fodder for carrion. Moirails, matesprits, friends and enemies all with the same fate in the end: the unforgiving embrace of death, the endless sleep. The warm, sticky mess soaks into boots and pants where he kneels, the BLOOD OF THE FALLEN staining the GARB OF THE SUFFERER. He supposes it could be poetic? No, instead he thinks

The house was too quiet. The only sound that pierced the otherwise deafening silence was the constant crackle of the fireplace. Leandra Hawke still wasn't quite used to this silence. She was used to the constant sounds of Jade and Carver fighting over something or another while Bethany attempted to break them up, or of one of the kids attempting to teach the dog a trick, or something. While the Amell Estate was by no means empty at the moment--Sandal, Bodahn, and that elven former slave that Jade gave a job were all in the house with her--it would always feel empty while two of her three precious children were gone, one taken by the Blight an

Landsmeet Chronicles Part 1: Maker Save the Queen This is the tale of the man who seeks to throw off divine fate and break the endless cycle of violence. Having gathered an army of all the races of Thedas, Taiyama and his companions come with Arl Eamon to the very seat of their adversary, Denerim, to seek a peaceful resolution to the Civil War. While Eamon prepares for the meeting of all of the nobles of Denerim, the Landsmeet, Taiyama and his companions break into the Arl of Denerim's estate in order to free Queen Anora as a possible ally. "This is your last chance, Howe." In a dark dungeon underneath the stronghold of the Arl of Deneri

Chapter 3: I Won't Betray Him! Haven was…odd. That was putting it lightly, really. There was naught but a single guard at the entrance to the small town, and from his face you'd think he had swallowed a particularly nasty bug seconds before seeing the group. He eyed them with a mixture of mistrust and disdain as they climbed the path towards him, one hand hovering close to his sword just in case. Behind him, were a few simple houses of wood scattered about and a dirt path heading further up the mountain to a large structure at the top, which judging by the architecture was their chantry. The place was nigh deserted save for the guard a

Chapter 2: Bad Things Happen When I Lead! This is the tale of a man who has yet to accept his destiny. The youngest warden, a man untried in combat and afraid of leadership, was thrust by fate into a situation he never dreamed he would be in. Yet he rose to the task. Despite his fears, he grew, he learned, and he became a leader the likes of which appear a few times every generation. Through his strength of will, loyalty, and courage he kept a motley group together in a common cause to save Ferelden from the Blight. Yet fate, it seems, had different ideas in this world and in the brief span of moments, that warden was gone. Yet Alistair st

Chapter One: It's My Fault… That day…we lost someone we could never replace…my best friend, our leader, and the last and only hope for Ferelden—or that's what I thought at the time, at least. ****************************** "Hold on, Alistair! You sense that?" Taiyama Surana, "The Warden" as he was known, held out his hand in front of the rest of the group. His blue-green elven eyes scanned the forest to their right, seeking a target that no one but Alistair or Taiyama could sense. The mage readied his staff while the others took out their various weapons and prepared. "Yeah, I sense it," Alistair responded. "It seems&

Rebirth It was a normal day in the Circle Tower and all of the mages hustled and bustled about (under the watchful eyes of the templars, of course) as they continued their everlasting pursuit towards greater arcane knowledge and mastery. One mage in particular by the name of Taiyama Surana sat by an open window in the upper floors of the Tower, reading a book by the light of the sun. The book was a biography of Aedan Cousland, the Hero of Ferelden who had stopped the Fifth Blight that had ravaged Ferelden just under a year ago and put King Alistair on the throne. Fortunately for Taiyama, though, the Circle—protected by Lake Calenhad ar

Endings and Beginnings Ugh…so much paperwork… Taiyama's blue-green eyes lazily shifted away from the paperwork to the large window beside his desk for what seemed like the millionth time. He fiddled absent-mindedly with the quill pen in his hand and unknowingly got ink all over his fingers. It was hard to concentrate when it was such a pretty day outside. Taiyama once again felt that familiar itch: he wanted to leave, to get out there, and to see the world and travel. Sighing, Taiyama set the quill back into the ink well and leaned his head into his hand—getting ink all over his face in the process. What am I doing here

A Bond Forged in Fire Part Five: I Believe In Leliana Who Believes in Me! Ugh…mornings… I hate mornings… Taiyama stumbled groggily out of his tent once fully dressed and sat down on a stump next to the smoldering remains of the fire, which Taiyama poked and prodded with a stick in a vain attempt to get the fire going again before giving up and simply setting it ablaze magically. You know, if you look past the whole social ostracism thing, magic really was quite useful… Taiyama blinked, yawned, and began looking around. It was literally the crack of dawn and orange light of the rising sun pierced the veil of trees to bl