No owning happening here. Not about the story in relation to me, anyway.

So yeah. I had this idea about a guy that hops from universe to universe, living the games as if they were real, using his memories of the games to change things, make them better. I was debating on how to start this story. I even have a few other games listed in a timeline, of sorts. Decided to start with the first and let the story progress from there. I will not be going over every single game, as there are hundreds. Some will be told, others only referenced. Definitely included are Saints Row, Borderlands and Mass Effect, just to name a few. It's gonna get freaky.

Oh yeah. Expect lemons. No idea why y'all call them that, but whatever. Some will be detailed, some just a sentence or two describing the basics, some just referenced. I'll mix it up a bit, for reasons.

So enjoy the story!

CHAPTER ONE

I woke up slowly and in rather a lot of pain.

"Ow," I grumbled.

What had happened? I thought back and there was nothing but a massive blank. I couldn't remember a damn thing. Except for …

"Why the fuck do I only remember games?" I muttered, confused.

"You awaken," a rather formal sounding voice stated. "Good. We feared for your life."

I slowly opened my eyes and saw a bearded man in some kind of armor. He had a relieved expression on his face. I was outside, which seemed strange for some reason I couldn't place.

"I am Duncan, Commander of the Grey Wardens of Ferelden," the man introduced himself. "With me are Alistair, our Junior Warden and a recruit named Elissa Cousland."

I opened my mouth to say my own name, but there was nothing there. I frowned and closed my mouth. Why couldn't I at least know my own name?

"What is wrong?" Duncan asked. I told him. "I see. Then for now, we will call you Dougal, which means stranger. Is that acceptable?"

"Yeah," I nodded slowly. Dougal. It had a nice ring to it. "So … why do I hurt?"

"Apologies for that," Duncan sighed. "We could only do so much before you awoke. Now that you have, are there any sharp pains anywhere?"

I slowly and carefully tested my body and fortunately, there were no sharp pains. Aches of varying degree, but that was it. I relayed this to Duncan, who helped me to sit, then handed me a small bottle. I looked at it curiously.

"A health potion," he clarified. I blinked at him in surprise. He chuckled. "Drink it and find out."

I drank it. It was horrible.

"What the fuck is up with the taste?" I spat, trying to wipe my tongue off. Duncan chuckled again and I heard more laughter. I turned to see a stocky man with short, blond hair and carrying a shield on his back and a pretty redhead with a pair of sword hilts above her shoulders. The sight of Alistair finally allowed things to sink in. Who he was, who Duncan was, what Grey Wardens were, Ferelden, all of it. I blinked and sobered up really fast. "Oh shit."

"What is it?" Duncan asked carefully.

"How did I get here?" I asked in return.

"A small hole appeared in the sky and you fell through it," he replied. "You hit hard and have been asleep for three days. Do you remember something?"

I nodded, suddenly not hurting anymore.

"Get rid of Jory," I said absently, staring at my no longer achy arm and clenching my fist. "He's gonna draw on you during the ceremony. Daveth will take it, but die. Better to hire him on as a merc than lose him for what's coming. Elissa there will be the only one to survive otherwise, unless you got the others too."

"Others?" he asked.

"I'll take that as a no," I sighed. "As far as I know, the only ones who will still be alive when you can get to them will be an elf in the Denerim alienage - or maybe in the dungeon of the Arl's estate there - and a pair of dwarves in Orzammar. Maybe a few others who can survive the Joining, but there will be other companions who can help with the Blight."

"How do you know this?" Duncan asked, his hand on a dagger. I looked at that, then met his eyes.

"I only remember games from where I came from," I explained. "Very advanced games, that told a story with a visual aspect and allowed a certain amount of interaction. One of those games was the events of the blight. Here. Now. And about ten to fifteen years into the future with other events told in other games. Yes, I know what is involved in the Joining. No, I won't speak of it. But since I am here and I have this knowledge, what do you think I should do, Duncan? Should I be immediately killed? Or should I put this knowledge to use and … let's say for example … save a lot of lives? Help fight the blight? Prepare for other events that will cost lives? Like a Mage/Templar war? Some crazy fucker tearing a hole in the Veil and opening rifts all over the world in an effort to make himself into a god?"

Duncan leaned back, shock on his face.

"There is a lot of bad shit coming to Thedas in the years ahead, Duncan," I said quietly. "A new Inquisition will be one of them."

The man sagged and his hand fell away from his dagger.

"Then you know about me," he said softly.

"Only a little," I smiled. He eyed me. "I know it's started already and a little of your history. But yes. You are meant to die at Ostagar, along with the king. His half brother might do well with the position, but he's a Warden at heart. It would be better to save Cailan."

"What about Duncan?" Alistair asked.

"I will die here, Alistair," Duncan sighed. "My Calling is already well underway. I would rather face my death here than give in to the temptation in the Deep Roads." He was quiet for a minute, then looked at me. "Let us see how you fight."

Yeah. I couldn't fight for shit. But, I still got some armor and weapons and suited up to go into the Wilds to help with the mission. It was all very heavy and I had some trouble with it at first, but slowly got used to it.

I died in the Wilds. Woke up back in camp with a start and had to redo it all. That was very weird, but it also gave me some pointers, since I remembered what had happened before.

I died in the Wilds a lot more. I stopped counting after ten. I was in horrible shape, but eventually I was able to survive. And I made it back, in time to be offered the Joining. I had no idea what it would do to me, so I accepted.

And died again. Fuck.

Before heading out into the Wilds again, I went to the kennels and helped muzzle the sick mabari. I was now good enough to get through the Wilds, but had no idea how the rest of the night was going to go, what with the battle and all. I got the flower needed for the dog and brought it back.

And when I requested to stay by Duncan to help the King escape, promptly died.

I must have spent years in that battle. I kept dying. I kept trying to figure out a way to save Cailan. My skills with sword and shield rose impressively and I also began to dual wield. After I could do either with a fair amount of skill, I woke up in camp in tremendous pain.

Screaming pain, actually.

Turns out, that was me becoming a mage. It was kinda cool, once I got over the pain. At least it was. Then the Templars escorting the mages showed up and beat the shit out of me.

I died in battle that night from not knowing shit about magic and having the Templars kill me to prevent me from becoming an abomination. Assholes. I kept quiet about it the next time I woke up and talked to Wynne a lot about magic. I tried to do it in a way that didn't tell her I was a mage, but she always figured it out and turned me in. I did learn a lot though.

Surprised the hell out of everyone in the Wilds when I used magic without a staff though. That was fun. But everyone kept it quiet when I said it was a new thing and I'd prefer to help out with the Wardens.

After a few more seemingly years of learning magic, I gave up on saving Cailan. There was no way to save him and I was tired of getting my ass killed to save him. Duncan and Alistair didn't like that.

"Now wait just a fucking minute," I growled, startling both of them. Elissa backed up from me. "I have been trying to save him. I have lived through the Wilds expedition to get the blood and the treaties. I have gone to the battle. And died for it, only to wake up here. I have learned the sword and shield, the greatsword, the axe, the art of dual wielding, daggers, bows and even learned magic. I have spent what felt like years in this place, doing my damnedest to save the king's life. And I am telling you there is no way. I have used every weapon. I have used impossible spells. I have come up with strategies to get him out with some bodyguards. Nothing works. NOTHING. And I am fucking tired of getting my ass killed every day. Darkspawn are ugly. I do not want to experience my face getting bit in half by an ogre again. I do not want to be split down the middle by a hurlock axe or pierced by a genlock arrow or reduced to a puddle by some acidic spell of an emissary. I am sick and fucking tired of this. No more."

They didn't believe me about my skills, so I was tested. I kicked Duncan's ass rather thoroughly. He needed a few potions for that before he gave up and agreed.

So yeah. Daveth and Jory died and I got sent to the tower with Elissa and Alistair.

"As nice as the view is," I said calmly to the two of them as we stood on the bridge and watched the battle lines being formed. "We should get moving. They'll be coming up through the tower anytime now and the faster we get there, the more lives we save."

We hurried on and made it in time to see the spawn swarming out of the tower doors.

"Mages!" I bellowed. "Fire weapons!"

Everyone, even the spawn, paused at my shout. But soon enough, everyone had fire weapons and the fight was on. Once the outside was secure, I had half the force stay outside and the other half come in with us. We quickly cleared the first floor and found the hole where the spawn had come in from. I had the rest of the guards stay there and went up with the others and a mage to clear the rest of the tower.

It was a bitch and a half to get to the top, but by the time the ogre noticed us, I was already flanking it when it roared at Elissa and Alistair. I used a greatsword to chop one of its legs off mid charge, then cut off its arms. Elissa came in and stabbed it with her swords, right through the eyes and killed it. The mage lit the beacon fire and we all ran over to see how the battle was going.

Loghain was leaving. With the army.

"No!" Alistair yelled, his pain obvious when we all saw Duncan fall.

The sounds of battle came to us and more darkspawn appeared from below. Our mage went down with an arrow in his head and Elissa took two more, one in the shoulder and one in the side. Alistair and I covered her with our shields and a freaking dragon appeared to obliterate the spawn.

"Good timing, Flemeth," I panted. The dragon cocked its head at me, then gestured to Elissa. "Yeah, thanks. Can you carry two of us in one claw? Or should I mount up?"

I got pointed at Elissa and I carefully picked her up before I was grasped in the giant dragon claw, Alistair in the other. He was in a state of shock and barely noticed anything at the moment. The flight wasn't that long, but we saw the devastation of the battle.

"You are not of Thedas," she said after returning us to her hut. She had done the majority of the healing for Elissa and now Morrigan was working on her. Alistair was sitting on a log, slumped over and still depressed. We were standing away from him, out of range of his hearing.

"Correct," I nodded to her. "I don't know where I'm from. I'm told I was dropped through a portal of some kind. I can die, but always wake up back at the camp where I was dropped from. So keep that in mind before you kill me."

"Oh?" she frowned. "Then have we had this conversation before?"

"No, actually," I sighed. "I have spent quite a while trying to find a way to save the king. Feels like years, going into battle every night and getting slaughtered in new and terrifying ways. I don't fancy getting my head bit in half by an ogre again."

She barked a laugh at that.

"And how did you know about the king needing to be saved?" she asked shrewdly.

So I explained about the games and what they told of the future of Thedas.

"But beware the Wolf," I cautioned her after I finished with that. "He's not really active just yet, but he'll not hesitate to kill you in the name of returning the world to its previous state. And yes, I know your true name, Mythal."

Flemeth's entire face just … slithered … into something else. I was sure I was looking at the face of Mythal herself. Possibly the first to do so in a very long time.

"Be very careful with that name, young man," she said ominously.

"I will," I promised. "But you should be equally - if not more - careful with the Dread Wolf."

"Yes," she mused with narrow eyes. "What you said sounds like him. What can you tell me?"

"He will allow an Anchor to fall into the hands of an insane and well preserved Magister from the days before the Chantry. One Corypheus, who believes he was among those to enter the Fade and blacken the Golden City. He will attempt to use the Anchor to rip a hole in the Veil for him to enter and claim his godhood, but a last minute interruption will cause the Anchor to bond with another. An Inquisition will arise from this that will fight him and the Wolf will join it in disguise, claiming old books and time spent wandering the Fade as the source of his knowledge - and his way into their inner circle. As Corypheus' mad plan is further exposed, he will decide to aid the Inquisition. Once the threat has passed and things settle down, he'll make his move to reclaim the Anchor. You will die around that time. Whether permanently or just long enough for him to ensure you can do nothing against him, I do not know. My source of knowledge did not go into that."

"And why did he think me threat enough to do that?"

"Because, thanks to your daughter Morrigan," I said dryly, "and a certain ritual, you'll kidnap her son born of a Warden that happens to be the purified soul of an old god. Which he'll want to power his spell to remove the Veil entirely."

"Has he gone insane?" she frowned.

"He's throwing a tantrum about the state of the elves. Much like Corypheus about the Tevinter Imperium. Both are equally morons about it, but have enough power to make things a real mess for Thedas and those living here. Unfortunately, his idea will result in the destruction of both Thedas and the Fade."

"How do you mean?" Flemeth … Mythal frowned at me.

"Okay, you have a world right?" I asked, forming a circle with both hands. She nodded. "You put the Veil in and separate them into the world and the Fade." I moved my hands apart, each one forming a smaller circle. "The lands themselves might be rearranged, but there are survivors. However, should you remove the Veil once again …" My hands smashed together. "Kablooie. No more of either. The impact is too great for either realm to survive the reintegration. And he kills his beloved elves in the process, thus negating the entire reason he is wanting to do this in the first place."

Flemeth had gone pale at my explanation. She understood, alright. Her frown of concentration was immense and lasted a few minutes. Her face shifted back to the normal Flemeth one and she eyed me.

"Come," she said, having reached a decision. She led me inside, where Morrigan was just finishing with Elissa. "Out, Morrigan."

Morrigan eyed me as she left, highly curious. After the door closed, Flemeth waved her hand at Elissa and then a hole appeared in the floor. Flemeth waved me to follow and we went down the stairs into a large cavern, filled with various things. She led me over to a row of armors.

"What class are you?" she asked.

"All of 'em," I told her. She blinked, then chuckled.

"Very well. Let me see here …" The elven goddess in disguise looked at various things, then picked out a gleaming suit of plate mail, a set of scaled, flexible armor and a very complexly designed robe. The three things were all put on a table and Flemeth shifted her form entirely into a tall, regal woman with her arms spread over the table. Her fingers twitched and the armor rose into the air. Another twitch had them shimmer and then she slammed her hands together.

A single suit of armor fell back to the table and Flemeth returned to her mortal form. I took a look at the armor. Gleaming black scales adorned it, with bits of silver here and there forming highlights with designs. No two designs were the same and some of them appeared to almost be liquid metal, about to flow and change shape. There were tribal designs that felt familiar along the arms, designs that were clearly elven and others that were just as obviously dwarven. The helm was more of a hood with a mask, but it was just as armored as the rest with the black scales.

"Armor of the Arcane Battle Master," Flemeth sighed. I blinked at her. "It is different from the Arcane Warrior, which was -"

"I know about the warrior, but not the Battle Master."

"How do you know?" she wondered.

"My source says there's an ancient phylactery in a ruin in the Brecilian Forest. One which belonged to an Arcane Warrior. In thanks for destroying the phylactery and freeing the soul within, it will teach a mage how to become an Arcane Warrior."

"Do not give that to Morrigan," Flemeth warned grimly. "She will wreak such destruction upon the world with it that -"

"Nah," I disagreed. Flemeth blinked. "Once she's pregnant, she'll settle down a bit. Hide. Then she'll be busy being a mother. Might surprise you what motherhood can do for her. But I was thinking of someone else anyway, so no worries."

"Very well. It is similar to that of an Arcane Warrior, but with rogue abilities thrown in as well."

I nodded.

"It is yours," she added. "Put it on."

I tossed my old armor and weapons and put on the new armor. It fit perfectly and felt … right. Flemeth smirked at me when I was done, then waved me to an area filled with weapons.

I picked out a pair of swords that went on my belt, a heavy maul on my right shoulder and an intricate staff on my left. Knives all over the place. I picked out a small crossbow that I clipped to my belt, as well as a quiver of bolts for it. Lastly was a cloak that hid everything on my back. Especially the staff.

"Do you have a place near Kirkwall where I can work on an experimental staff?" I asked as I gathered my previous gear.

"Depends," she hedged.

"I'm thinking something retractable," I explained. "Turn it into something that can be hung on a belt, so certain people can walk in public with their staff and not get persecuted for it. Easily extendable in case of emergency, of course. Just need to figure out how to do that, which is why I need a workshop of some kind." I paused, thinking. "Maybe somewhere I can work on other things too, now that I think about it."

"When are you going there?" Flemeth asked.

"After the Blight," I shrugged. "I know you'll be giving an amulet to the Hawke family to take north and give to a clan of Dalish near Kirkwall. After the Blight and an issue with a talking darkspawn, I'll head there to help out with things. Tell Hawke to avoid any red lyrium too. Bad shit. Don't know if I'll make the Deep Roads trip they'll be taking but … not sure of timing, I guess is what I'm trying to say. Eventually, war between the mages and templars will erupt there, with Hawke right at the center of it. That'll go on a while before a big green hole in the sky appears. That's when you'll know dog boy is pitching his fit."

"You certainly have a way with words," Flemeth chuckled. "Very well. I will set something up for you near Kirkwall and it will be ready by the time you arrive. What is your opinion of the elves?"

"I think if they stop wallowing in the past, they can become great again," I shrugged. "Until then, I'll be about as respectful as they are. I honestly don't care about any people as a whole until they can reach a point where the most sophisticated way to take a shit involves something besides a fancy pot."

"Oh? Such as?" she asked curiously.

"It's called plumbing," I snorted. "Sewers. Aqueducts. Canals. Ways to move water under the cities in a way to keep the shit and piss cleaned out. Pipes that can be used to draw clean water up into a home and used to flush that shit down into the sewers and out somewhere else. Pipes can also be used in the wagons. Put a reservoir of water in the elves' wagons and pipes to move the water for various purposes. Bathing. Cleaning. Cooking. All sorts of things. These methods also provide for farmers as well. They get water to all their crops. The shit flowing out of the cities gets packed up and sent out as fertilizer, helping the crops grow. Clean water, available at any time. More food from farms. Cleaner cities. Better economy in general. All that makes for happier people. Happier people become more creative, coming up with new inventions. Life grows. Peoples as a whole species grow. Thedas becomes better. See where I'm going here? It all starts with finding a way to shit that doesn't involve a hole in the ground or a fancy pot."

"Interesting," Flemeth murmured, a far away look on her face. "Would you be willing to -"

"No," I cut in harshly. She eyed me. "First, it has to be natural. Not forced. You want to influence someone, go for it. I'm not a native of Thedas. I showed up through a portal and I might have to go through another one day and leave this reality behind. Then what? If you relied on me for advancing your people, you'd then be fucked without me and no way to get me back. So find another. Do something with your own people, for your own people. I'll brainstorm with you all you want - bounce ideas off each other," I added at her blank look when I said brainstorm. "But doing it for you? No. That's your job, not mine. I'm here to help with problems, not be relied on for every little thing."

Flemeth relented and we were about to go when I noticed something for the first time. Upon my noticing, a keyboard appeared in front of me, made of light. I slowly put my gear down and after a minute of trying to think what to do, I typed in the word inventory and hit enter.

A blank screen appeared with a grid of empty spots. I had nothing in it, apparently. Curious, I picked up my old cuirass and I saw an option to put in the inventory. I grinned and put all my previous gear away. I also put my maul and staff inside it, then adjusted my swords for my back and spread out the crossbow and bolts so they weren't so tightly packed.

"That is convenient," Flemeth chuckled. "Over here then, since you have a way to carry it."

I was shown to an enormous area that was packed with different metals, leathers and other supplies to make … everything. There were herbs and poultice making supplies, leather and scales of drakes, ingredients to poisons, everything. Flemeth insisted I take a lot of them. She then led me to a library area and handed me books for skills. Books that taught me history and others that would help me learn magic.

"I'll eventually need to come back for a grimoire," I told Flemeth. She eyed me again. "You know the one that was stolen by templars? Yeah. We'll find that at the Circle. Morrigan will read it and say that she wants the one you have here. I'm guessing she's not in the know about much in regards to who and what you really are, so you'll know better than I which one she is referring to. May as well hand it over now so we can avoid having her ask to have you killed in order to get it. Not that it'll actually kill you, but that would be rude of us after you healed Elissa, rescued all of us from the tower and gave me all this."

"True," she agreed with a smirk. She handed me a black book and once in my inventory, it was listed as 'Flemeth's Black Grimoire' with the description that it was to be given to Morrigan when she asked. "You can read that, by the way. As well as the one you find in the Circle. There is far more powerful stuff in the books I've already given you. Now come, before the young man becomes less shocky and wonders where we are."

I nodded and closed my inventory before following the woman upstairs and after checking on Elissa, outside.

"Whoa," Alistair blinked at me. "What is that?"

"Armor," I said slowly. He scowled at me. "A gift from our host. She's … more than what you think. Very complicated stuff. Make your head explode if I told you all the details."

"Yes. Exploding heads are bad," he agreed. Flemeth snorted with an eye roll. "So why hasn't yours exploded?"

"Oh it did," I snorted. His eyebrows rose, as did Flemeths. "I got better."

Elissa woke up a little while later and she and Alistair had a conversation about what to do. I just shook my head at the whole thing, Flemeth looking highly amused as well. After they figured it out, they both looked at me. Elissa adopted a sheepish expression and Alistair gaped.

"You knew!" he declared.

"Duh?" I snorted. Flemeth outright laughed at that. "I did tell you that and more when I woke up, did I not?"

"Well … yeah," he admitted. "I don't think I really believed it though. Not until … now."

"Understandable," I nodded. "It is a pretty wild tale." I looked at Flemeth. "Got anything I can give to Keeper Zathrian to get him to pull his head outta his ass and listen to me?"

"No," she chuckled at the expression. "But I do know of what you speak. You will need to convince him yourself, I'm afraid. He no longer really believes in the Creators." She handed me an amulet with a curious design on it, however. "To show to the Dalish in order to receive a more … polite welcome."

Morrigan came out and Flemeth was told she was going along with us.

"WHAT?!" she shrieked.

"That was very girly," I complimented her. Flemeth smirked as Morrigan flushed.

"Do not treat this man as you would normally be inclined to, my dear," Flemeth warned her daughter, gesturing at me. "He is not of Thedas and while his memories are gone, what made him into who he is, is still there. He is unlike any in our world and you would do well to listen to him. I would also have you instruct him how to shapeshift. If he leaves in the same manner he arrived, it should be a very useful skill wherever he goes."

"Good point," I nodded. "Thanks for that. Unless she doesn't want to teach me, then I'll make a rude gesture or twelve."

"Twelve?" Elissa asked curiously.

"Depends on how irritating she is when she refuses," I nodded sagely. "I might need some additional gestures to sufficiently convey my annoyance at making me learn it myself, rather than having a teacher."

"And how would you learn?" Morrigan scoffed. "You are no mage."

I held up my hand and a massive pillar of fire rose from it, about twenty feet into the air.

"Scoff and scorn all you please," I told the stunned witch. "Just be sure you're not making a fool of yourself before you do, m'kay princess?"

Flemeth laughed so hard she fell over. After she recovered, she stated that we could spend the night, but only those willing to have sex could sleep inside the shack. Alistair blushed a bright red and set up his bedroll outside. Flemeth chuckled at him and got comfortable next to the fire. Morrigan and Elissa exchanged a look and headed for the shack.

"Do bring the stew out before you get started, dear," Flemeth called.

Morrigan nodded and eyed me as she brought a large pot of stew out, then dipped two bowls and went back inside. I got a bowl myself and ate quietly, going over everything Flemeth had told and given me.

"Are you going to join them?" Flemeth asked me as I finished.

"Eventually," I nodded. "I have some things to think over first. Business before pleasure, as they say."

"I have never heard that."

"Must be something from my home," I shrugged. "Is there anything to smoke here? Like a pipe or something? I feel a strong urge to smoke something."

Flemeth went inside and came back out with a pipe and handed it to me. I sparked it up with my finger and inhaled deeply. A tenseness in my shoulders almost immediately let up and I just knew I was a smoker. Something about the simple act of it calmed me.

"Thank you," I sighed on the exhale with a smile. "I had no idea how badly I needed this."

"Keep the pipe, young man," Flemeth waved it off. "Morrigan knows where I keep the supply and she'll load you up for a few weeks worth of the stuff. I recommend Antivan Red, but it can be expensive these days. You'll likely need to settle for common Ferelden brands."

"Or load up on the common, but keep this for FUBAR times or celebrations," I nodded.

"What is FUBAR?" Alistair asked curiously.

"First letter in each of the words, 'fucked up beyond all recognition,'" I explained. He blinked and chuckled, as did Flemeth. "Sort of like yesterday. Of course, it was only one day for you. It was … years, for me. Maybe a decade. Don't rightly know, but it sure felt like it. I stopped counting after a while."

"You … really spent that long trying to save the king?" he asked quietly. I nodded. "And … Duncan?" I sighed and wobbled a hand.

"There were a few times I managed to save Duncan, but the king died. He was so fucking enraged that he either charged back into the fight, killed me or both. But not one time was I able to figure out a way to get the king out. No strategy, no weapon style, no amount of magic - even the most outlandish - could get him out of there. And I tried some pretty wild magic. Two spells on each hand to create storms of fire, ice, lightning and arcane energy. It was a tornado of destructive force, but there were simply too many darkspawn for it to be effective. Turning the spawn into walking bombs of poison that exploded, infected others with the same thing, then did the same in turn. The chain reactions were amazing to see, but ultimately did not do enough to let us get out there. Nightmares, waking dreams, stun spells, glyphs, nothing was ever enough, even in ever more creative combinations." I sighed and looked at the man, who was horrified. "I finally got to the point that I could not stand to be trapped in that day any longer. And you have no idea how happy I am to experience something else now."

I puffed on my pipe happily until I finished it and tapped out the ashes into the fire.

"Sounds like you need those two more than they need you," Flemeth said softly. I met her eyes. "Now get in there and fill them both up. I'll add a little something for replenishing your reserves in a few minutes. A trick I learned a long time ago in Antiva."

I nodded and smiled before heading inside.

Morrigan and Elissa were naked on the bed, sitting and facing each other, making out and rubbing each other's pussy rather vigorously. Seeing them nude and doing that was awesome, of course. They both looked at me when I entered, but did not stop their movements.

"Do continue," I smirked. "I'm liking the show. I need a minute to get all my gear off anyway."

Without a word, they got back to it, smiling hugely now. I was about to start stripping when I had a thought about my inventory. I tried willing it all to go there and I was suddenly completely naked. I looked down and saw that instead of the usual six when limp, when hard I was closer to ten.

"Oh that looks fun," Elissa purred, making me look up.

Elissa was leaning back a little as Morrigan made out with Elissa's nipples, but the mutual rubbing continued. I walked over and stood next to them and her lips wrapped around my cock, making me groan.

"No fair," Morrigan murmured.

Then her lips were on my cock. After a few moments, they began to give each other tongue around my dick and I groaned at the sensations.

I didn't last long, but I didn't go down either. Room was made and I was then inside Elissa, who was on her back. Morrigan sat on her face and I was soon swapping spit with the witch as we both got closer and closer to orgasm. When Elissa began to clench around me and gasp for air, I reached down to Morrigan's snatch and gave it a finger to keep her going. Right before I reached my peak, I gave her a smack on her clit and it pushed her over. I blew inside Elissa, which extended her own orgasm and Morrigan clutched my hand to her gushing pussy as she squealed.

We all lay panting on the bed for a few minutes after that. Then I sat up and willed my pipe to my hand. I held it up to Morrigan, who pointed at a cabinet. I went and discovered a large amount of what was there. The witch nodded when I pointed, so I packed the pipe and lit up.

A subtle change went through the room a few minutes later and I chuckled. Flemeth must have put her spell on the house itself and it affected the girls as well, if their sudden perkiness was any indication. I felt a little tingle on my balls and knew they were working overtime now.

The moment my pipe was finished and tapped out, it was back to sex and continued for several hours. At least that long. It was two or three hours until dark when I went in and it had been dark for at least double that before Elissa and Morrigan fell asleep. I put on some pants and went outside with another pipe to smoke.

"You can take the spell off now," I told an amused Flemeth. She chuckled and waved her hand. I actually saw the spell deactivate and squinted at it, then nodded when I figured it out. "Nice. I'll have to put that on my tent on the road."

"That was … certainly noisy," Alistair grumbled from his bedroll, turning over and staring at me. "Could you at least put a shirt on?"

"What for?" I snorted. "I'm going back in there in a few minutes and going to sleep with my dick in one of them. This is the minimum to be polite, so that's what I'm doing. Grow a pair, Alistair. Or better yet, use 'em. They're asleep, but hey. I don't think they'll mind."

"That's just rude," he muttered. Flemeth and I laughed at that. "What? Are you saying it's not?"

"Under normal circumstances, sure," I nodded. "But here? Now? With what she said earlier about anyone in there being available for sex? Hell no. It's expected. They both went in because they want to be taken advantage of."

"What about love?" he asked quietly.

"It's all well and good," I agreed. "But that's not what this is. This is about sex. It's about celebrating being alive after the shit we went through yesterday. It's about preparing, fortifying ourselves for what's coming. Keeping us from getting stupid or emotional or whatever else. Clears our heads of the base desires so we can think better. Nobody is saying you gotta go in there and pop your cherry, Alistair. Just pointing out the advantages of what I call a 'no strings attached' sexual relationship. Sure, something might happen later. Sure, one of them might bed you later. Maybe both. But that's later. Will I be upset if that happens? No. They can do as they wish with their bodies. If I marry Elissa - and I'm not saying I will or won't - and she came to me asking to have sex with another man, so long as I knew who it was, I would not have a problem. So long as she allowed me the same courtesy with other women, of course."

"Is that a thing where you come from?" he asked, surprised.

"No idea," I shrugged. "I'm just pulling this all outta my ass. It feels right, so I'm guessing that's just how I am. But if you wanna bang one or both of 'em tonight, get to it. I'm smoking, having another bowl or three of this awesome stew, another smoke, then going to bed. If you're still going at it, I'll eat slower. If not …" I shrugged.

"I think I'll wait," he said after a minute. "But you've given me something to think about. Besides Duncan's death."

I sighed.

"I know this must seem callous to you after that," I shook my head. "It's really not meant to be. It's a celebration of being alive. It doesn't mean we don't mourn. In fact, I think he would encourage us. Would he want you to spend so much time mourning him? He was a Warden, after all. He and you both knew this was coming eventually. So … instead of crying over him, try to think what he would do. Sure, he might not partake of the sex. But would he encourage you to? Would he stop you from it? I don't think he would do either. Events like that … everyone has their own way of coping. As for Morrigan … I doubt she's had much experience, living here alone. Now she's going out into the world, while the blight is coming, constant battle, everything else … it's gotta be stressful as hell for her. This … helps.

"As for me …" I continued with a shrug. "All I can really do is take things one day at a time. I don't know who I am or where I'm from or anything about myself. But I know what's coming. I know it's gonna suck massive donkey balls." Alistair snorted at that. "And it's going to go on for at least a decade in real time - that's according to everyone else. If I die, it will reset for me and I'll have to do it all over again, which will be epicly bad. Swooping will be good in comparison." He snorted again. "So yeah. A wild threesome with two hot and willing women? Good times. Considering who else we're going to pick up, I'm hoping this is normal for us."

"Who?" he asked.

"Wait and see," I smirked. He pouted at that. "Really? This may be a grim time, but it's also an adventure. There will be songs sung of us, Alistair. Shouldn't we have some fun while we can, just in case we die along the way? Because really, telling you everything would just make things boring. Can't have that."

"Wouldn't it be boring for you?" he countered.

"Which is why I spent the last several hours fucking the shit out of both of them," I said smugly.

"Right. Because that would never happen normally."

"Never happened in the game," I smirked. He blinked. "Honest. Don't know why, but only way anyone got laid in the game was if there was the whole romance thing going on. Only with the main character and whoever he or she chose. Plus one little optional scene with Morrigan the night before killing the Archdemon, but that was … for a ritual."

"What kind of ritual?" he asked suspiciously.

"The kind that keeps the Warden who strikes the final blow from dying along with the Archdemon," I told him bluntly. His eyes widened in shock. "Yeah. That's why only a Warden can end a blight. Soul of the Archdemon goes to the closest tainted body. Darkspawn don't have souls. Wardens do. Two souls cannot occupy the same body. Boom. Both die. You do the sex ritual with Morrigan before the battle, then strike the final blow … the soul is cleansed and passes to the womb of Morrigan. You live. And since we both know who your father is, we're not left stuck with Anora ruling. As it is, you may have to marry her to secure the throne. Or take the throne, set up a line of succession to someone trustworthy that the people like, then step down for your successor to take over. I'm thinking Fergus Cousland, with Eamon for an advisor. Promote Teagan to Arl, have someone else run his Ban. So on. Let Fergus marry Anora, but he'll need some time after he finds out what happened to his family at Highever.

"Speaking of Fergus," I said, turning to Flemeth, whose eyes narrowed. "Elissa's older brother. He was on a scouting mission during the battle and got wounded. The Chasind are helping him. Can you keep an eye out and send a message to me if you find him, send him toward Redcliffe?"

"What happened in Highever?" she asked after a minute of thought.

"Betrayal," I told her bluntly. "A family friend, Arl Howe, betrayed them. Sent his troops in and killed everyone in the castle. Women, children, servants, visitors, everyone. Fergus' entire family, except for Elissa, was slaughtered. He'll be wounded again on the way out of the Wilds if he heads for Denerim. Maybe captured by Howe and tortured for months before we can release him. Don't know for sure. Elissa intends to hold Howe down and cut him to pieces in the most painful way possible when she gets the chance. I intend to help."

"Very well," she nodded. "I'll send word to the tribes to bring him to me if they have him and I'll send him to Redcliffe on a safe route."

"Thank you," I dipped my head.

I ate four more bowls of stew and had a smoke, then went to bed with my dick in Morrigan, who was the outer spoon. When I woke up, I saw Elissa blowing Alistair, a profound surprise on his face.

"He's popped twice already," Morrigan whispered when she noticed my eyes open. "He's really quite well built. I wouldn't mind some of that, but only if he goes all the way."

Alistair blew into Elissa's mouth then and backed away when he sagged.

"Not ready for sex yet," he panted. "But that was good. Thanks."

"My pleasure," Elissa chuckled. "Morrigan, have you gotten off on his cock yet?"

"I have. Would you like to have one as well? He's quite hard inside me."

"Yeah. I need a cum after sucking down that much jizz."

Morrigan got up and stretched - right in front of a gaping Alistair - and then gave herself a wash with a rag in a bowl of water. Elissa climbed on top of me and rode me until we both came. Morrigan was dressed and getting ready to leave when we went over to wash. I tossed a spare rag at Alistair, who spluttered as it smacked his face.

"Wipe yourself off," I advised. "Not just sweat, but anything extra that might be around your junk. Don't want that rotting away down there. Best to keep it clean in case someone wants to play down there."

The young Warden was bright red, but washed silently. We went out and had breakfast with Flemeth before heading out. I got a nice supply of tobacco from her as well and smoked contentedly as we walked.

It was about midday when the two Wardens froze in place.

"What is that?" Elissa whispered.

"Darkspawn are nearby," Alistair informed her, his hand on his sword and eyeing the path ahead.

"They're chasing the dogs," I stated, bringing my crossbow to hand. "Get ready for a fight."

Everyone was ready when the mabari came barrelling toward us. One went straight for Elissa and the other for me. They barked frantically and kept looking back.

"Yeah, we know," I told them. They both looked at me, heads cocked. "Two Wardens that can sense them coming, remember?"

The huge dogs looked at each other then snuffled the dirt. It looked a bit sheepish. Then the spawn came at us. Morrigan let loose with some ice spells and I put a bolt through one's head. A quick reload had another bolt go right through the breastplate of a hurlock and a third took out a genlock with a bow. Then the remainder hit Alistair and Elissa.

Those two working in concert was a sight to behold. Alistair would slam his shield into one enemy and his sword into another. Elissa crossed her blades to block an attack, then used them to cut down first one and then another spawn. The last one went down to Alistair's blade, half stunned by the force of his shield bash. The dogs took one each.

"Who's a good boy?" Elissa laughed as her mabari greeted her. Mine approached me and barked happily.

"He's imprinted you," Alistair commented.

"No …" I said, drawing the word out. "Really? Whatever gave you that idea? Perhaps it was the totally not obvious way he ran straight to me and greeted me like that?"

"Alright," he sighed. Morrigan snickered.

"So … what to name you …" I said, tapping my chin in thought. "Torque."

My mabari cocked his head at me.

"It's … kind of like applied force," I squinted. Then I froze. How did I know that? I shrugged it off quickly. Whatever. "So? You like it?"

He thought it over, then barked in approval.

"As if one of the hairy beasts wasn't enough," Morrigan snarked.

"You seemed to enjoy my hairy beast last night," I shot back.

Morrigan flushed while everyone else chuckled.

At camp that night, I went over some ways for Elissa and Alistair to improve their sword work. I felt a little strange doing it, but I was proven right when I sparred with them. They lost. Badly.

Morrigan started to make comments about that, but I turned her into a newt. It took her an hour to figure out how to reverse that, so there was peace and quiet for a bit.

"How did you do that?" she hissed, once back in her natural form.

"Magic," I said slowly. Alistair snorted amusement. "You could do with some discipline in your own way, but I'm not stupid enough to press the issue. Besides, you have something to teach me, do you not?"

That shut her up. She mumbled something about needing to prepare for the lessons and retreated to her solitary tent.

Elissa offered Alistair a blowjob after dinner and he flushed, but accepted. After he finally went down - from two loads - Elissa took me to her tent and fucked me for several hours. After she passed out, I smoked a pipe with the mabaris laying contentedly nearby, helping keep watch. It was several more days to Lothering, but I didn't see much in the way of problems getting there. After a few hours, Alistair and Elissa woke up simultaneously. They agreed to take watch the rest of the night and I went to my tent. Torque settled down just outside the entrance and I slept soundly the rest of the night.

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