A while back I started rambling on in a self-insert for Dragon Age Inquisition, mostly because I was playing a lot of it… like… uh, a lot. I got a couple of chapters written, and the first bit even got edited (…a little) so I figured I might as well post them for your (dubious) reading pleasure. There's no plot, no point and no purpose for this.
"Fuck. Fucking shitty fuckmothering..."
I stopped swearing, or perhaps just ran out of ways to make 'fuck' into an adjective, and got to my feet.
Then I started again, because I had no idea at all where I was.
The light here hurt my eyes, strange murky green dimness that could not possibly account for its terrible glare. The air felt thick and soupy and sound was horribly distorted, like its density changed at random. I blinked, slowly, but I almost immediately had a headache anyway.
None of the angles looked quite right, and the rocky ground formed ugly spikes and cracks. There was no really obvious horizon, which seemed impossible, because there was a distinct sky and ground, but...
Light flickered fitfully, pale green and too bright, from somewhere high up.
A noise. A voice. Indecipherable. Urgent.
I turned.
I... squinted. There was a glowing woman, pale and rather less sickly than the green light, perched at the top of a summit. I couldn't make out much more than the edges of her form. Her head was a triangle.
...Why was that woman's head a triangle?
Her voice was suddenly much more urgent. Behind me, something ...clicked.
I glanced back and I kind of wished I hadn't, because the only things behind me were spiders. Huge ones. Their pale hairy legs made those soft clicks over the hard ground and their eyes glared out of the dimness.
I backed away, but not fast enough. I didn't want to turn my back on them enough to run but-
Another cry.
I looked toward Triangle Head Woman, and saw her hand outstretched. She was high up, even if she was closer to that weird light, and - any port in a storm, basically. I'd take my chances with her over the spiders.
I ran for her.
Behind me, the spiders marched in unison, a hideous clicking clattering army of pale carapaces.
She was at the summit of one of the spiky outcroppings, and I scrambled up it. There was no time to look down, and if I had I knew what I'd see - spiders. Spiders and distance and a long way to fall. The rock bit into my hands and I yelped but didn't slow.
The light was brighter here, and Triangle Head's face was more distinct. She was... old. Older than I'd thought. Older than the shape of her suggested.
I stumbled and she reached for my hand.
Our hands met.
Her grip was stronger than I'd thought, and her glowing fingers snapped over my hand like a vise. She shoved me toward the light, that pale and fitfully flickering thing, and - my consciousness splintered. There was pressure, shock, the sudden onset of hideous gravity.
Green and white. Burning. Something was burning.
Clicking spiders.
The shriek of tearing metal. The tear of rending stone.
A long drop.
And... nothing.