Doctor Corvus: Hey everyone, Doctor Corvus here and along with my assistants: MC, DC, and QC! Now first I want to say happy Halloween and I Hope you have a great time and what we have here is a crossroad problem, our first Dragon Age and Little Nightmares fanfics have two… problems.
DC: By problems he means both story's are the same but holds different characters.
MC: and you Guys must pick which you want.
QC: One Dragon Age and one Little Nightmares, and no both doesn't count
Doctor Corvus: So pick! And have fun reading
Summary: An Marrón Brown Arachne and a Dark Elf are sent into the world of Dragon Age Inquisition and must defeat any enemy that comes their way in order to get home
Chapter I: The Woman and Dark Elf
Cassandra Pentaghast and her team picked up the two surviving women from the wreckage of the Conclave, they didn't know what to make of the first one. The sharp and pointed ears suggested an Elf, but her skin was a dark tan that most Elf don't have and didn't have any markings of being Dalish, her garb was that of Sentinel Elves armor (the same type that Abelas only black, silver and red in color) going by what Solas said. The other woman was more… different to say the least, she wore a extremely form fitting armor that almost looks like second layer of skin and made her womanly figure and large E-Cup breast stand out more with a black silk waist cape that reached her ankles, Cassandra's jealousy seemed to grow at the large breast and womanly hips, (she wore armor similar to Shepard's N7 armor), her glossy raven black hair was extremely long and wavy, reaching down past her waist, and covered the majority of the upper portion of her face with her ears poking out and two strands of hair poked up.
Her Most Holy was dead, the Conclave was destroyed, and only these two women was alive. Who are they? What were their strange clothes and armor?
Solas had been of some help, at least. He had ideas of what the strange green mark on the Elf hand was, and tried to heal her, but they all knew it was a losing cause.
She would have consulted the Elf again, but he had gone out when the prisoner's mark had stabilized, to keep track of a rift and its demons. He was annoying, but not totally useless. He told her lies, but she couldn't prove them yet.
Cassandra looks up from her sword and washcloth to Leliana coming in. "The prisoners are awake. I thought you might want to know"
The Seeker nods before sheathing her blade. Time to find her answer.
Kharlotte T. Brown groans and came to, she found herself in chains. In a cell. Held at sword point.
Compared to the hell she'd suffered in the past, Kharlotte found it a most welcome change of scenery.
Her stark in her memories, were gradually being replaced by the cool sensation of the cooled cobblestones beneath her legs. Slowly, blessedly, her mind came back to her. She looked down at her form fitting armor that she wore, they still seemed to be in mint condition.
She was going to kill the authors when she gets back!
But where was here, anyway?
An attempt to move caused her chains to clatter, eliciting a grunt... and a groan? Something that suddenly reminded Kharlotte that she was not alone.
Another was bound beside her, her features hidden in the shadow of their shared chamber. It was her assistant! Her little Dark Elf assistant was here with her! She sat in a forced position on her knees, much like Kharlotte, her head bowed.
Probably had something to do with the half-a-dozen guards standing at attention around them. Blades drawn in hand, the armored soldiers watched them like hawks, ready to slit their throats at the slightest act of any aggression on their part. She caught one man's eye and bared her fanged teeth in a ghastly grin, causing the soldier to flinch back, taking his weapon with him.
"Hmm? Madame Kharlotte?"
The Dark Elf's silky voice brought Kharlotte attention to her, the nineteen year old Dark Elf mages dull green eyes gaze into her mistress raven locks that covered her eyes. Kharlotte could tell that the Elf girl was not fully awake or aware of the situation they were in. Kharlotte grins widely and opens her mouth to let her long snakelike tongue slide across the Dark Elf's cheek right up to the tip of her pointed ear, which wakes the Dark Elf up immediately.
"Madame Kharlotte!"
Kharlotte grins at the flustered Dark Elf as she fully awakens, even with her hood up and covering most of her face the prominent blush on her face, but then the doors burst open. Two women strode through, one wearing sleek back armor, a shield at her back and sword at her hip. By comparison her companion was dressed in leathers, rather than deadly plate, and was former held her arms aloft fist curled and, ready for action. Behind her, two additional guards stood, holding their weapons out defensively. The robed woman moved with a deceptive grace; where the blackette swaggered, this redhead simply glided.
Assassin. Spymaster possibly. Very dangerous. Kharlotte saw her in those odd, lavender-colored robs, and Kharlotte's mind immediately told him to be wary.
"Tell me why we shouldn't kill you now!" She snapped at the two, standing on the other side of the cell bars with arms folded. As introductions went, Kharlotte could safely say this wasn't the best one.
"We didn't do anything!" The Dark Elf protested,
"Do not lie to me!" The dark-haired woman shouted. "The Temple of Sacred Ashes is destroyed! Our Most Holy, Divine Justinia, perished! Everyone who was at the Conclave is dead! Everyone… except for you two"
"I swear we don't know what you're talking about" The Dark Elf gasped, "And surviving something dangerous isn't a reason to kill someone! Where I'm from, such people are usually considered-"
"Juliana"
"Sorry Madame"
The woman's eyes flared at her but she didn't respond directly. Instead she reached through the bars and grabbed Juliana's now-glowing hand.
"No? In that case, explain this!"
Juliana or Kharlotte would dearly love to, but considering they'd only seen it for the first time, they both were at a loss.
"I don't know how the mark got there!" Juliana cried. "It's some sort of magical scar or burn? I don't know any more!"
The woman growled and let her go, turning to another woman who'd followed her in.
"Leliana?" Dark-Hair was asking. "Thoughts?"
"Something more is going on than we know, Cassandra," Leliana warned, one hand on Cassandra's arm, eyeing Kharlotte and Juliana warily, and Kharlotte realized that if she was reading them, they were reading her, and Leliana struck Kharlotte as someone who was very good at it. If Cassandra was a hot-tempered warrior who could lay you out with a punch, Leliana was a keen observer of people… and probably the more dangerous of the two.
"That much is obvious" Cassandra snapped, gesturing at Kharlotte. "I was hoping you could tell me where she's from. I don't recognize the armor"
Kharlotte gave a loud yawn and reveals her fanged teeth some more, "I don't know, you haven't been rather nice to us" She said with a bored look on her face, "Why should we help or tell some random people who have us locked in a dungeon and threatened to kill us?" Conjuring a bit of mana into her hands, Kharlotte shatter the shackle of steel on her and Juliana's wrist and sending it hurtling at Cassandra.
The woman wearing armor grimaced, accepted the blow and staggered back a few steps, her expression twisting into rictus of shock and fury. "You!" She spat in a voice that echoed with fury and indignation in a way no mere male voice could manage. Her hand flew to her sword, yanked it free-
-and bright orange eyes flashed brightly.
"Enough"
Cassandra blinked, her head buzzing and full of fluff. Pain radiated through her body, her breath seemed to stop instantly. She stared blankly at blurry darkness, wondering where she was. What had happened? Was she in the air? Why was she in the air? Why was she suddenly across the room?
A blob filled her vision, and details started emerging. Raven black wavy hair. Light tan skin. Sharp narrow face. Glowing fiery orange eyes. A woman's face, looking up at her.
"Wha-" she mumbled,
"Well" In a voice dripping with menace, the armored woman growled out, "Looks like I've got the more magic now, somehow. How utterly fascinating. And as for you, would you care to take your hand off your blade, before I revoke your living privileges?"
Oh right, Kharlotte hand had transformed into a rather large clawed hand and was currently was holding her throat with a tight grip on her, Juliana looked to be a stuttering mess as she tries to get Kharlotte to let the Seeker go. The young Dark Elf was tugging on her mistress arm with all her might but seemed to only make Kharlotte pick the Dark Elf up and throw her over her should and hold her in place.
"What is it that you need of us spy?" Kharlotte asks, one of her bright solid orange eyes glared at the Spymaster, Leliana fought back a shiver as she gazes into the woman's eye from the vail of darkness that is her hair.
This woman is very terrifying.