Dragons and Thrones: A Dark Shadow Looms

Chapter 35 of my crossover story, enjoy.

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Now onto the story.

Disclaimer: Game of Thrones belongs to George R.R. Martin. Dragon Age belongs to Bioware.

Samson

Samson smirked to himself as he prepared himself; it was time for him to settle things with those pursuing them, he had accounts to settle with at least one of them, he knew that for surety.

Holding his sword at the ready he prepared himself; he had to make sure he got the first strike in; it was the best chance he would have at causing enough chaos amongst them in order to give him the opportunity to have what he sought.

'I will turn that which they value most against them, show them the error of their ways...' He thought with glee. 'Then I will watch with sweet satisfaction as...one by one, the life drains from their eyes.'

Still smirking he listened carefully, picking up on the footsteps of those approaching. He knew that, by now, the army outside would have been wiped out and the Northern Armies would be rallying, preparing to storm the place and try and rescue the hostages, all he had to do was stall things long enough for his master to gain the power of the Well; after which, it would be over, nobody could stand against him.

Taking a step forward, Samson focused his power into his sword, it began to glow red, the focal point of the glow being on the very point of the blade. Now he just needed a target.

Sure enough, those who had been directly pursuing them entered the chamber at that moment. It all happened in a split second, they had barely taken the chamber in, he had time to look quickly at each of them.

The younger Stark girl; the Bastard Blacksmith that was her husband, the female Crannogman, Cullen, and one of the Sentinels, the leader if he recalled right. He wasted no time in choosing his target, the Sentinel, he was the only one not looking around in awe at the chamber after all, instead looking directly at Samson.

He quickly launched a powerful blast of raw Red Lyrium, striking the Sentinel directly through the chest, thrusting right through his heart before he had a chance to act.

There were shocked cries and weapons raised, before finally, the full effect of what just happened sank in. The Elf was dead, now it was just the four of them, standing facing him. Smirking Samson stepped forwards, closer to them.

"Well, well, right on time...you've arrived just in time to witness my master's rise to power." He announced. "I wonder. Will you actually see it, or will I end up killing you, before his actual ascension."

"Abelas..." The Stark girl whispered. "You bastard, you killed him!"

Samson shrugged. "And I'll be killed the rest of you, so don't worry...Of course, this can be over quickly, unless you have the stomach for a real battle."

With that he tightly grasped his sword in one hand, spread his arms wide and let loose his power; his armour and sword glowed with power, the energy actually sparked off them, arced and some of it struck the ground, breaking small holes into it.

Samson felt an immense surge within himself and let out a heady sigh.

"Witness my raw power; see the strength of my sword, Certainty; see what one can accomplish, when they are let loose, no inhibitions." He stated.

The heady surge was intoxicating; now he could utterly destroy them.

They watched him in horror; but still kept their weapons ready, all of them clearly still seeking to fight.

"You...you monster, this is..." The Stark girl growled.

Samson chuckled. "How hypocritical; you of all people, lecturing me. I am free; just as you always desired, girl."

The girl flinched but then shook her head. "No, you are not free; don't even try to compare us. What you have done...is too much; there's freedom, then there's...you."

"Whatever you have to believe to live with yourself." Samson drawled. "Now, I think it's time we began...but let's, do this properly, in a way that will please that affliction you all have, honour."

He smirked at their glares when he said that before making his challenge.

"Well let's start...Cullen, face me!"

Cullen glowered and stepped forwards, sword and shield at the ready. "As you wish, this has been a long time coming."

Samson grinned, that was just too easy. He readied himself, taking up a battle stance, as did Cullen, now wearing his helmet. It was time to begin, Cullen would be the first to die.

Letting the raw power of his red Lyrium flow through him, Samson attacked, Cullen quickly deflected the blow; a dull ringing sound echoed between both blades and Samson frowned.

Normally such an attack would weaken or destroy enemy weapons. It was then he remembered just what Cullen's sword had been forged out of.

'Of course, he thinks Silverite will save him, hah.' He thought mockingly.

He briefly noted the same sheen on the Stark girl's blade, so her sword had been made from Silverite too; interesting. Samson decided, once he'd killed Cullen he'd challenge the Stark girl next.

"Pathetic." He taunted as he attacked again.

Cullen dodged and tried to attack but Samson reacted quickly; blocking the attack. He pushed against Cullen forcing him back before launching a flurry of attacks, making Cullen give ground, being forced to block or deflect.

Cullen grunted as he hit the ground, his helmet flying off; he quickly rolled out of the way as Samson tried to strike him. The ground ruptured where Samson struck. Still smirking Samson turned to face Cullen.

His smirk gave way to surprise, Cullen was back on his feet; despite his weakened state, he was still fighting, still intending to do battle.

He couldn't deny he was impressed.

"You are a stubborn one, Cullen." He remarked. "Still trying to keep up with this pathetic stunt of yours."

Cullen glowered. "This battle isn't over yet Samson!"

Laughing Samson replied. "Oh but it is, it was won long ago; when I utilized my true power, when I embodied the will of Red Lyrium and ascended to this...All while you continue your charade, no longer taking Lyrium, weakening yourself, leaving yourself vulnerable to its effects."

He excepted Cullen to get angry, to falter. But Cullen refused to back down, he merely shook his head.

"I don't need it anymore Samson." He remarked gravely. "I've overcome it, once and for all. I am free, freer than you have ever been. How disappointing you turned out to be...No more than a monster, offering false hope to the desperate, just to mask your own desperation."

I gave them real hope!" Samson roared, outraged.

He could not let Cullen get away with this.

Fuming at the insult he continued.

"I gave them hope, I gave them a purpose!" He bellowed. "How many were left to rot like I was after the Chantry burned away their minds!"

Cullen shook his head. "Far less now, thanks to your poising them."

With a roar Samson unleashed his full power, his armour, sword, entire being overflowing with Red Lyrium; he would make Cullen pay for that insult, then, to the void with his original plan; he would slaughter them all where they stood.

The power burst forth, radiating from him in arcing surges; it was time to end this once and for all.

End of chapter, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.