Okay so it’s actually Camp plus Redcliffe2 PLUS Ostagar2 mashed together, but otherwise it would really be short. : P It was surprisingly difficult to actually write some of these parts; they just don’t need overly long indulgence. Next chapter should be long juicy though.
AND FINALLY THE MALE LEAD OF OUR STORY DEIGNS TO SHOW UP *sets off fireworks* IT’S ONLY BEEN SIX CHAPTERS
I am just stupidly happy he’s finally here though. I can hardly stop smiling about it. XD I’ll try not to let the story devolve into “Zevran Zevran zevran ZEVRAN zevranzevranzevran OMG ZEVRAN” but it might be tricky. Liz is oddly tsundere, isn’t she? More than I expected. I guess because she hasn’t realised she’s attracted to this guy yet. Also don’t ever pick the “You should not” option in-game when he flirts with you if you want him to keep flirting with you, because Zevran will take you completely seriously and abide by your wishes. The game can’t tell your intentions with the roleplaying, and so that option ENDS all possibility of romance. I’m pretty sure of it. I had to restart my game when I found that out, because I am stubborn. But I can put it in here because it’s my story now. :3
FYI, it takes about 6 hours for a human body to burn. I looked it up on Wikipedia. : P
I revamped the chapter divisions slightly so my estimation is down to 16 chapters. Which means I’m over 1/3 done instead of over 1/4 done. Nice, eh? We’ll see how I feel about that in a couple weeks.
Previous chapter: The Circle Tower; next chapter: The Brecilian Forest
Ostagar
The small group marched wearily but steadily southwest along the road to Redcliffe. They’d eaten, and it was growing dark, but they wanted to go on a bit farther before stopping for the night. It was still late autumn.
And that was well not only for them, but for others they met on the road, Elizabeth thought, as a frantic-looking woman burst into view, screaming something about bandits.
“Help! Help me!” she cried, running up to them before coming to a halt and bending over to lean on her knees and pant. “You look… like a reputable lot.”
“We do?” Morrigan said, amused. Continue reading