Sorry for the profound delay - hope you like it.
THREE DAYS LATER
The female of Saris's rogue siblings followed the group of three men from the high-end bordello,watching their faces lose the odd transfixed expressions they all seemed to have.
She smelled no sex upon them, nor wine, nor even the slightest hint of an herb or toxin. But... something...a taste... of something VERY rare. Perfume; a perfume so rare it was only given out to the favorites of...
Blades... at her throat, thighs, and between her ribs. Pressed just hard enough to make a point. Beautiful young women dressed as high-end Ferelden courtesens materialized about her from the air, "Sirens," she whispered.
"errand girl," a Riveyney accented young woman's voice moaned softly.
Her hood was pulled away from her ears,"Traitorious bitch," a young elf hissed, the blade at her thigh moving across the skin,"an elf serving the Tevin..."
"I serve a Ferelden," the captive hissed, "Just like you, and just like you 'whores'... I dress to fool my prey."
"We'll see." a beautiful blonde sighed.
...
They left the rogue tied down naked to a bed covered in red silks, her eyes covered.
The scent of the perfume filled the room; it was slowly being overwhelmed by another scent - one she was feeling overcome by... fingers tickled her inner thighs.
Her hips rose toward the finger tips as they teased her labia, then rose just out of reach. Lilith giggled from the foot of the bed.
"YOU would BIND ME? LILITH?," she moaned the name as the mages tongue moved to her sex and began exploring it.
The mage, wonderfully slowly, drew closer to the rogues face, enjoying every minute, every inch of the rogues taught flesh.
The rogue writhed, tugging against her bonds as the young beauty reached across her prone body. The soft, firm, ample swell of the mages right breast pressed to her mouth as the beauty untied her right hand.
Lilith grinned as she felt the girls lips kiss her breast, "Are you going to bite me?" she asked as the rogue's hand came free.
"No," the elf sighed, "I won't... bite."
"Pity," Lilith sighed as the rogue ran her freed hand through the mages hair. She untied the other hand.
The elf suddenly snatched up one of her daggers, and held the blade to Lilith's neck... before cutting the back of her own forearm, then removing the blindfold. "Your mother's right," she sighed as she held the wound to the beauties lips, "You take too many risks... mistress."
...
Bohlen staggered to the fire pit, dragging the corpses behind him. He and his lover had managed to get a good night ahead of the silver horror, and were in the process of frightening the innocent people out of the way by culling the worst offenders from their midst... as brutally as possible.
Word spread quickly.
The two were seen as the first wave of the silver menace...whole towns emptied. The Ferelden had to admit, the handmaid had talent.
"We need to get to the next town over," the rogue said as she set the blaze beneath the corpses, "We have mere hours. Is my makeup on ok?"
Bohlen stepped closer, "You look lovely as a frozen corpse."
The rogue glared at him for a moment, and then she roared in laughter, "Flattery... it's about time."
They embraced, their lips drew closer... winds.
"Don't forget about the great un-dead army on its way," Lilith's voice sighed from the darkness.
"Way to kill the mood," the rogue moaned, "VERY out of character."
"We just...," the Ferelden began.
Lilith kissed them both in turn,"There," she sighed, "you've shared a moment of intimacy... with me. Change of plans. Enter the capitol as soon as you can. I need you two to find a large, hidden meeting space; my parents will help you: They found it during the blight. I have a feeling I know what Saris is planning. She invited her entire blood magisterium to Denerim. They think Saris is using the chaos caused by the undead to overthrow the Queen in King Therin's absence. Most have already arrived. They're trying to fit in... they're failing.
"Saris is here?" the handsome Ferelden asked.
Lilith nodded, "I want no harm to come to her."
The pair started to speak.
"This silver-skinned lot isn't following her," Lilith interupted, "THEY are an army comprised of the reanimated dead of Haven... possessed by spirits of justice corrupted by her hate into wrath."
"They slaughtered the honor guard, the whole garrison " Bohlen stated.
"Haven was a prison - the honor guard were too well connected or too high-born to be locked away," Lilith answered, "The Inquisition took all sorts in the beginning. After the war, the men sent to Haven were the worst repeat offenders..."
"They disgraced the uniform," Bohlen sighed.
Lilith nodded, "THESE Tevinters are ALL former Venetory. So THEY are coming for them. "
