Outside Lothering

Radae waved to his sister and Alistair as they walked into the city, Morrigan standing with her hands crossed next to him.

"Are you going to stand there waving all day," She sighed, "or are we going to travel to the Circle Tower?" Radae lowered his arm and turned toward the Witch. "We're out of the Wilds now, so neither of us know the territory. A full on sprint will just tire us out, which means we'll probably be walking most of the way. Even with your little shortcuts, it will take us over a week before we reach the Tower, weather permitting. I don't want to waste any time."

"Sorry." Radae replied, a sad look adorning his face. "My sister and I have never been separated for more than a few days at a time, I'm a little frightened."

"Spare me the story." Morrigan growled. "The Tower is north-west of here, I suggest we start moving."

And move they did.

Four days later

Radae and Morrigan sat around a fire, both mages staring deep into the flames. Neither wanted to show weakness to the other, so breaks were not requested. It hadn't been until they'd both collapsed hours earlier that they agreed to rest. Radae's robes had torn in the thorny underbrush, and they now resembled more of a long-tailed coat. Morrigan's stockings had ripped as well, and the witch had long since taken them off. Both were barefoot, finding that they were more comfortable with their feet on the forest floor.

"If you're hungry, I can go catch something." Radae offered.

"I can catch things myself, if that's what you're implying." Morrigan snapped.

"I was just offering to find some food, in case you were hungry." Radae replied, his voice taking on a rather agressive tone.

"I am not!" Morrigan answered, "But if you'd like to eat without me, you may."

"I'm not hungry either." The elf's stomach began growling, as though in disagreement. Morrigan opened her mouth to remark, but her stomach began growling as well. Both mages frowned, before standing from their seats.

"I'll go find something to eat." They said in unison. Each turned and dashed off into the woods.

Meanwhile, hiding in the shadows cast by the fire, a voice chuckled. "They are both equally pig-headed. In fact, their similarities far outnumber their differences." A pair of deep blue eyes briefly caught the light from the fire before disappearing once more, "They'd probably be fast friends, in another timeline." Two pairs of footprints could be heard sprinting back to camp, before both mages burst into the light of the fire.

"I caught dinner!" They both cheered, raising their catches up for the other to see. Both held rabbits, both rabbits were the same size. The mages growled, before sitting back down on their respective logs and skinning their catch. Off in the shadows, the faint outline of a grinning face could be made out.

"At least they're entertaining."

Next morning

"Wake up."

Radae lifted his knee to his chest, Morrigans foot bouncing off his shin. She'd been waking him up with a kick every day since they'd been traveling together, and he'd become accustomed to it. The elf opened his eyes, the sunlight that managed to filter through the branches in the trees luckily not strong enough to blind him. Radae shifted, the leafs covering him falling from his body. He shook the remaining dirt and dead fauna from his body, earning a snort of disgust from Morrigan.

"Do all Dalish sleep in filth?" She asked, "Or is this a personal choice?"

"It keeps me warm and makes me harder to see." Radae responded, picking a twig from his hair. "That's of no importance, though. We're almost to the Circle tower."

"Yes, joy. The monument to our kinds enslavement by the Chantry." The witch spat, "You'll have to forgive me if I don't seem enthusiastic."

"I'm not happy about going, either." The mage retorted, crossing his arms, "The prospect of being near a Templar just...I dunno, unsettles me." Morrigan smirked, but agreed. The two grabbed their bags and continued their running, though a great deal slower this time.

"So this is Lake Calenhad." Radae marvled, gazing over the endless expanse of deep blue water. "I've never seen so much water in one place." It was making him nervous. Most bodies of water he'd encountered were shallow enough for him to stand in, but that wasn't the only reason.

As a Dalish, he'd rarely left the forest. Having the constant closeness of the trees around him was a part of his life, and even the ruins of Ostagar had walls and boundaries. There, however, on the shores of the lake, there were no walls, no trees, just an endless expanse of open space. The emptiness felt threatening, as though it was going to suck him into it. He crossed his arms, mostly to keep his hands from shaking.

"We'll need to find a boat across." Morrigan sighed, "I think there's a few buildings over that way, maybe we'll find someone." Her finger pointed to a small group of houses, maybe four or five strong. One was bigger than the rest, most likely an inn or tavern of some sort. Radae nodded, eager to go inside. The two began walking towards the building, Morrigan gazing out over the water while Radae kept his eyes on the grass beneath his feet.

"It's rather beautiful." Morrigan observed, "If one cares for such things, that is." Radae laughed, but said nothing. If Morrigan noticed something was wrong, she didn't say anything.

"Have you ever left the Wilds?" Radae asked, grasping for something with which to start a conversation.

"A few times." Morrigan replied, "Mother frowned upon it, though." She smiled, as though recalling a fond memory, "Once, I snuck out and followed a caravan. There was a handmirror in one of the bags. It was silver, with a little gold rose on the back. I stole it and brought it back to show Flemeth. She shook with rage when she saw it, then took it from me and threw it to the ground. The glass broke, as did the handle."

"That sounds horrible." Radae said, shocked, "Why?"

"I don't exactly know." Morrigan sighed, "Perhaps it reminded her of her time with the humans... What about you? Have you ever left your forest?"

"Leaving for Ostagar was the first time." Radae answered, "To the Dalish it's Family, Nature, Clan. To leave any of the three is almost unthinkable." He gave a short laugh, "And here I am, separated from two and about to leave the third. Aren't I the grown-up?"

"Can you not simply go back to your clan when this Blight is over?" Morrigan asked.

"Yes, I can go back. But it's more 'if the Blight ends' than 'when the Blight is over.' With only three Grey Wardens, it's not seeming too promising."

"Well you have me." Morrigan pointed out, "Two mages is like having an army, if they're used properly." Radae shrugged.

"We'll just have to hope we get the support of the mages."

"We'll rest here for the night." Radae informed Morrigan. They were currently sitting in the inn near the Lake, neither having been sucessful in finding someone to boat them across. They decided to get some rest and try again the next day.

"I've rented our room." The elf continued, setting the key on the table between them.

"Room?" Morrigan asked, lifting an eyebrow.

"We're not exactly rich." Radae replied, "We're lucky we could afford the one." Morrigan sighed before raising her hands in resignation. "Anyways, I'm going to go sleep. I'll leave the door unlocked for when you arrive. Room seven." The elf grabbed his bag and left the tavern area. There was a door leading to a hallway near the back of the room, with doors lining the hallway for rooms.

The room Radae had rented was the last one on the right, a metal 7 hanging from the wooden door. He unlocked the door and walked in. His bag was dropped on the floor, the various potions contained were padded and received no damage, before stumbling over to the bed. He hadn't shown it to Morrigan, but he was dead tired. His limbs ached, his vision blurred with every heartbeat, and he was beginning to get a headache. It was in this sleep-deprived state that he hadn't realized there was only one bed in the room, which, after disrobing to his underclothes, he now occupied. It was roughly queen sized, with soft cotton sheets that only increased the rate at which sleep overtook the mage.

Radae 'awakened' in the Fade. He hadn't crossed the Veil since he'd awoken in Flemeths hut, as entering the Fade wasn't as restful as true, dreamless sleep.

The area around him was dark. He appeared to be standing in a cave of sorts, the entrance no more than ten feet away. There was just enough light spilling in for him to judge that there was about seven feet between walls, and the ceiling was around ten feet. The cave led deeper, but Radae wasn't in any mood to go exploring.

"Master!" Came a voice. The elf turned to face the entrance, glad to see Lilith. "I was getting worried!" The demoness turned and waved someone over. "He's here!" Footsteps could be heard, and Gabriella appeared next to Lilith.

"Good." Came the calm, airy voice of the Wrath Demon. At this point, she'd completely removed her armor. Now she wore something closer to chainmail, the metal radiating an aura of power. Her skirt was chainmail as well, with leather boots covering her feet. On her back, a rather wicked looking scythe was strapped.

"Have you two had much trouble with the Spirits?" Radae asked, concerned for his charges. Lilith shook her head, gesturing to Gabriella.

"She's a rather capable warrior, now that the clunky armor she wore has been removed." Radae looked to the ebony-haired Demoness.

"What's it like to be on the other side?" he asked.

"My old Master made me kill anything I fought right away." Gabriella grimaced, "Now I can cause as much pain as necessary. A rather refreshing change of pace." At this, she turned to leave. "If it pleases you, I'd like to guard the perimeter."

"There's no need," Radae offered, "I can't sense anything anywhere near here."

"Master," Gabriella explained, "for the past five days I've listened to that... slavering whore describe, in great detail, how much she wanted you to 'favor' her. I'd rather not be here for that." Radae blushed and nodded, allowing the Wrath Demoness to leave. Once Gabriella was no longer in sight, Lilith wrapped her arms around his chest.

"I think I need to be favored again." She breathed. Radae laughed and wrapped his arms around her, eliciting what can only be described as a purr.

"Are all Demoness' like this?" He asked, hands slipping down to her butt, "Or am I just amazingly attractive?"

"A little of both." Lilith responded, giving a small yelp when his hands cupped her buttocks. At this point, his cock had begun to grow, now at almost half it's full length. Radae lifted his demoness up, allowing his cock to fully stiffen and stand at full attention.

"I'd like to try something." Radae stated. Lilith, though puzzled, agreed. The elf spun her around and layed her down on her stomach. He knelt down between her legs and lifted her hips up to his waist, positioning himself at her dripping entrance. In one movement he shoved his entire length into the demoness, her cries audible even where Gabriella was standing guard.

There was something utterly intoxicating about the situation, Radae decided. His total control over her was satisfying, and felt right in a way he couldn't quite explain. He would later learn that the bond between them was growing, that the favor he'd bestowed upon her was taking it's full effect. Little did either know, of course, that Gabriella was beginning to feel it too. Her need to satisfy her Master was growing stronger, but it wasn't anywhere near strong enough to break her will.

"M-Master," Lilith stuttered, "this feels...so niiiiccceee." Radae smiled and began pumping in and out of his demoness. She, in turn, thrust her hips back to meet his, the slapping sound of their flesh meeting echoing through the cave. Lilith bit her lower lip, her nipples rubbing against the rough ground only adding to her pleasure.

Noticing how sensetive she seemed, Radae reached around and gently pinched her swolen purple clitoris. With a cry of pleasure, Lilith's walls squeezed and milked the gargantuan intruder, her cum splashing both on Radae's hips and the floor below. Her legs shook visibly from the pleasure, but held. Her Master, meanwhile, hadn't stopped thrusting through her orgasm. Breathless, the Demoness shakily pushed her torso up so the two were doing it 'Mabari Style', as most mercenaries called it.

"Master," Lilith moaned, "I'd like to try something." Curious, Radae slowed his thrusting to a stop. The purple haired Demoness reluctantly pulled her self from her Masters shaft, the connection between the two severing with a wet 'pop'. Lilith reached back and positioned his tip at her butt-hole, before gently sliding backwards. He was already lubricated from her pussy, and the juices definitely made things easier. Master and servant alike moaned as their hips slid closer together, taken aback by the new sensations. Neither had tried anal, but both knew they'd do it again.

"I don't think I can go much longer." Radae warned, his cock now completely embedded in her anus. Lilith, in a mix of pleasure and pain, could only nod. Taking it as a signal to go ahead, the elf began slowly pulling in and out of her rump. Her tightness felt almost as though it would strangle his cock, and the warmth was absolutely excuisite. Radae reached around and inserted two of his fingers in her snatch, earning louder moans from his servant. The Demoness placed her hands on her stomach, the feeling of being so absolutely full startling and pleasuring her.

"I'm cumming!" She exclaimed, as her insides clamped down around Radae's digits. Her anus tightened around his shaft as well, the extra squeezing pushing him over the edge. With a moan, the mortal spewed his considerable load into Lilith's guts, earning a final cry of pleasure from the spent Demoness.

"I think we should do that again." Radae stated as he began sliding his shaft from her depths.

"Wait!" Lilith exclaimed, "Leave it in a little longer. Please?" Radae smiled and nodded, wrapping his arms around her torso and pulling her back to his chest. He leaned his back against the wall of the cave and hugged his Demoness tighter, earning another small purr.

Meanwhile, in the mortal world

Morrigan walked into their shared room nearly an hour after Radae had left her in the tavern. The Witch, having drunk her first (and probably last) pint of ale, was just a little tipsy. She, of course, knew something was wrong, as she'd never had so much trouble balancing before. Having never been drunk or even hearing of alcohol, however, she simply assumed it was due to fatigue.

The first thing Morrigan noticed as she entered the room was that there was only one bed, and that it was occupied. In her alcohol-induced haze, she decided that she wouldn't allow him to simply take the bed. Realizing that she didn't posess the strength to move him, she stripped down to her underclothes and lay down next to him. Realizing they were laying face to face, and not wanting to smell his morning breath when they woke up, she turned so her back was to him.

Of course, this was about the time that Radae, in the Fade, had wrapped his arms around Lilith. As one was prone to do, his actions in his sleep often affected his actions in the waking world. His arms snaked themselves around Morrigan and pulled her closer, so her back was pressed right up against his (rather impressive, she noted drunkenly) chest. Morrigan was about to protest when she felt something else. One of his arms was sliding between her buttcheeks. She lifted her arm to strike him when she realized that both his arms were wrapped around her chest.

"Gah!" Morrigan leapt from the bed, hands covering her behind. Her face was flushed with embarassment, the ruby tinge standing out against her rather pale face. Radae's erection was clearly visible through his undergarments, and the blanket had been ripped off his body in Morrigans haste to leave the bed. The Witch marvled at the sheer size of the member, her drunken state making her sense of judgment little to none. She slowly approached the bed, suddenly worried about waking the elf from his sleep. After what felt like hours, Morrigan knelt down near the bed so that her face was level with the monster.

Even through the cloth of Radae's underwear, she could see it twitching lewdly with his heartbeat. There was a small wet spot near the tip, probably pre considering the lack of urine stench. It wasn't enough, though. Morrigan wanted to see this beast without the curtain. A delicate, tentative hand reached forward, soft fingertips curling around the top of the underwear. Her breathing halted, the Witch began slowly pulling the cloth down. She pushed his erection up against his body so it could slip through the underwear easier and was surprised by it's warmth. Much warmer than any of the other skin on Radae's body.

The cloth slipped past the tip and down the shaft. Morrigan marvled at the obscenely large, veiny shaft as it pulsed in time with Radae's heart. It was nearly the size of her forearm, and almost as thick! Drops of pre formed on the tip like dew. Without thinking, the Witch leaned forward and licked it up with the tip of her tongue. It was salty, but strangely alluring as she swished it around.

"Mmm." She heard. Her eyes darted up to Radae's face. Relief washed over her when she saw that he'd simply mumbled in his sleep. Having sobered a little from the shock, Morrigan decided she'd done enough for one night. Very carefully, she slipped his cock back into his underwear and climbed back in bed. After spreading the blanket over them, she wrapped his arms around her chest once more and gently rubbed her ass against his unreal manhood.

In the morning, she decided, she'd blame it on the ale.

Back in the Fade

"I feel strange." Radae informed, shifting slightly under Lilith.

"How?" The demoness asked, absently fondling the area where his cock met her ass.

"I don't know... It's like someone's... Nevermind, it's probably just me being nervous." Radae sighed, hugging Lilith tighter against him.

"There's a reason to be nervous." A voice said. Lilith and Radae turned to see Gabriella standing in the cave entrance. "There's a really powerful demon nearby." Radae sighed before lifting the Desire Demoness from his shaft with a wet pop. Like before, her ass clamped shut to keep in as much of his essence as possible.

"How powerful?" Radae asked, approaching Gabriella.

"Moreso than the three of us combined." She responded, "Though that's not saying much."

"Is it heading our way?"

"No. It's just... I don't know. I'm having a hard time pinning it down, like bits of it's power are spread through an entire area."

"It's probably laid claim." Lilith replied, "It's power has seeped into an area of the Fade, marking it like the favoring marks us."

"Why would anything want to claim land in the Fade?" Radae asked, "It's constantly in shift, right?"

"Because by doing so, they can control the shifting of the area." Lilith explained, "Doing so allows them to control the dreams of any mortals who's souls wander into their domain."

"Hm." The mage was interested, definitely. However, claiming land in the Fade would probably make it easier for the Purity Spirit to find them. "Keep an eye out, then. I need to slip into a deeper sleep if I want to be rested for tomorrow, so I have to go." With that, he let his concentration disperse. His vision wavered before flickering into darkness.

Next Morning

Radae awoke slowly, completely unlike the way Morrigan shook and insulted him into consciousness. The elf opened his eyes and smiled, watching the shadows of various birds through the window. Then he realized that there was someone in bed with him.

His first natural thought was a whore, he may have gotten drunk and hired one, after all. It was absurd, however, because Radae hated the taste of alcohol. His second thought was that someone had gotten their rooms mixed up. That, however, was shot down by the fact that, even if someone did get mixed up, once they saw someone in the bed they would've assumed it wasn't their room.

Then he caught a wiff of the womans hair. Forest, sweat, and just a little bit of ozone from lightning spells.

"Morrigan?" He whispered, loosening his arms from around her torso. She seemed to be sleeping, hard. Radae removed his arms from her, now sliding to the opposite side of the bed and up against the wall. He didn't want to go near her, for fear of waking her up, but he didn't want to stay in bed with her any longer, for fear of her waking up. The mage finally worked up the courage to slide to the foot of the bed and leap over the board, landing silently on the floorboards.

"She must've been drunk." He sighed, slipping his robes around his body and tying the belt to keep them together. Once he finished lacing up his boots, Radae slipped silently from the room. His light footsteps could be heard walking down the hall. Once they were far enough away, Morrigans eyes opened.

The Witch sat up and yawned, languidly stretching her arms skyward. "His reaction was priceless."

That Afternoon

After breakfast the two managed to find a boat that would take them across the lake. It wasn't easy, though. For whatever reason, the boat's owner didn't want to go anywhere near the tower, muttering about how he got a 'weird feelin' when he looked at it. Morrigan threatened to burn down his house, though, and he quickly complied.

"It's rather majestic." Radae stated, staring up at the ivory tower as they crossed the lake.

"Sure," Morrigan replied from the front of the boat, "if you like large, phallic symbols to our kinds repression." Radae couldn't help but smile. In the days they'd been traveling together, he'd grown accustomed to, and even fond of, her dry sense of humor.

"It's strange," the elf continued, "I feel as though there's something amiss. Like there's an energy about the place that shouldn't be there."

"I feel it too." Morrigan agreed. "It's so strong that even a commoner such as him could sense it." She gestured calmly to the man behind her, rowing the boat. "Something is wrong."

"SOMETHING'S WRONG!" Morrigan shouted, ducking under a severed leg as it flew through the air.

The two had entered the tower and, when they didn't see anyone, began walking around. There was a roar, and then chaos broke out. Fully armored templars battled with humanoid monstrosities, both sides taking heavy casualties within the first few moments of the fight.

"Beat the abominations back!" One templar, the leader, shouted. He swung his broadsword around him, cleaving a few abominations in two.

"What are they?" Radae asked, slowly backing away.

"Abominations." Morrigan replied, "You should know this. When a Mage is taken over by a demon they become-"

"Vas'karn?" Radae asked, "You call them Abominations?"

"Well we can't all have interesting names for monsters." The Witch quipped, before grabbing her staff from it's place on her back and rushing into the fray.

Radae cursed his luck. He'd be of little use without his own staff to channel his power, so he busied himself with staying out of the way. Then he realized, if the Veil was thin enough for Abominations to get through, maybe he could speak with Lilith and Gabriella.

'Lilith!' he called out with his mind, 'Lilith, Gabriella! Can you hear me?'

"Master?" replied a voice in his ear, "Master, what's wrong?"

'I'm fighting Abominations.' he replied, 'Is there any way to save the mages that have been taken over?'

"No." Lilith answered, "The Demon must willingly release the Mage, or the Mage must break free with their own willpower." At this, Radae sighed. He didn't want to kill any mages, not yet.

"Master?" Came Gabriella's voice, "Maybe you shouldn't kill them. If you can turn them over to your side, you can use them to our advantage."

"And just how would you recommend he do that?" Lilith's voice asked, "It's not like he can just drop his robes and ravish them in the middle of a battle."

"Bestowing a favor can be done in other ways. You'd need to put a piece of yourself into them. Why not try your Mana?" Radae smiled at the suggestion. If he could inject some of his Mana into one of the Demons, he could, in theory, become their Master as well.

'I'll try it. Wish me luck.'

Morrigan leapt away from a fireball intended for her head. Her magic wasn't meant for such close quarters, and she was quickly running out of Mana. The Abominations were much worse than she'd imagined. She turned to launch another bolt from her staff when she saw Radae sprint up and punch an Abomination in the chest.

Surprisingly enough, the monster went flying across the room. It's back slammed into the wall before falling to the ground, where Radae, in a surprising display of speed, stood over it.

"I command you to release this Mage."

The Abomination screamed, it's body convulsing in what may have been pain. The strange growths on the side of it's face began shrinking, until they were eventually gone. The Mage, now suddenly free from the grasp of the Demon, curled into a shivering ball on the floor. He seemed to be in shock.

"What sorcery is this!" Shouted one of the Templars, the Abominations now completely obliterated. Their bodies lay strewn across the floor, along with the occasional Templar corpse. The once pristine marble floor was now coated in a thin layer of blood.

"My clan developed a technique for freeing Mages from the Demons." Radae answered. Morrigans brows knitted together. That made no sense, a Demon had to be either destroyed or leave willingly, it couldn't be forced out.

"Not possible." Said one of the Templars, sharing in Morrigans skepticism. The others nodded in agreement.

"I just did it." Radae replied smugly. Cocky bastard.

"I'm curious, " Morrigan began, "as to how you performed such a miracle."

"I..." The elf seemed to falter, but only for a second, "It is an ancient technique, passed down through our clan." He stated, shoulders squared, "I am forbidden to speak of it to outsiders, and especially shemlen." Morrigan laughed softly at the Dalish term for humans.

"Apostate, you will tell us what you know." One Templar threatened, drawing his sword. Six Templars, Morrigan counted, against two Mages. She turned towards Radae to see his reaction.

The cocky bastard hadn't even flinched.

Radae felt like his heart was going to explode. The confidence was a ruse, one that he hoped the Templars would buy. Morrigan was no help, all she did was glance between him and the Templars with a smirk on her face.

"It is not for you to know." Radae stated, his calm and even tone masking his inner panic. The Templars seemed as though they were about to argue, when the Mage on the ground began to stir.

"Attend to the Mage." One Templar, the leader, ordered. The rest nodded and circled around the man, the one closest to his head drawing his sword. The blade flew through the air and cleaved the mans skull in half. Blood and brain spewed across the floor, mingling with the rest of the blood.

Radae and his sister, as twins, held many things in common. One of them was their temper. The elf rushed at the lead Templar, hands crackling with electricity. 'He did nothing!'

Morrigan jumped in front of Radae, stopping his charge with a hug. Her arms wrapped around his neck, she whispered softly in his ear; "It was wrong, I know, but it is their way, and nothing we can do will stop it. Killing in exchange for one persons death will not bring them back, but only add more strife and death to the world. Let our fellow Mage pass on."

The electricity in Radae's fingers dissipated, and with it, his anger. In it's place was nothing but sadness. Sadness at the loss of another life, one that had not needed to die. Death in battle was one thing, but the death of someone laying helplessly on his back was disgusting.

Morrigan, after ensuring that Radae had calmed, turned to the leader. "We are Grey Wardens, and we call upon the Circle of Magi to fulfill it's duty and assist our battle against the Blight."