Dragon Age

Origins

Rating:

N/A

Pairings:

Multiple Pairings

Disclaim:

I do not own the game, it belongs to Bioware

Warning:

May contain slight OOC and some crazy plots

Summary:

Yuven Surana is a mage from the Tower of Magi, is the youngest of the group and is also the leader of this band of misfits. See what mischief they get too on their free time when not dealing with dark spawn all the time…contains multiple pairings

My Way or The Highway!

Chapter 2 Dishing out Horrible Medicines

At first it seemed like a good idea, nothing wrong with wanting to help your comrades.

But recently it has been becoming a bit more of a problem. They didn't mind Yuven wanting to help. In fact it was his choice to make potions and medicines for all of them that kept them in shape.

It's just that…

And this they all knew, it's just that the potions that Yuven made aren't exactly…

Edible or even remotely drinkable, seriously the dog barely lived through being a Guinea pig.

Yet, Yuven was trying so hard that none of them could bring themselves to tell the Mage that potion making wasn't his forte.

"I can't take it anymore" Alistair mumbled, his hands placed on his head as he messed his hair. "Last week Yuven made a Healing potion, I passed out during battle"

Everyone nodded while Yuven was out of ear shot, the young Mage was too busy making more potions and medicines.

"To be honest, I think he has more of a talent for poison making than potion making" Zevran noted, a master in poison making himself.

Morrigan glared at Zevran "Do you want to tell him that?"

The assassin elf's dark skin paled to a great degree "As much as I admire the young Warden I must refuse, doing so would probably get me killed. You saw what happened to Han Solo when Yuven made the Mabari Crunch, right?"

Everyone froze, turning their gaze to the dog who was currently knocked out cold. He's been like that for five days now.

"Well I fear that he'll make me his Lab rat once he's through with the dog" Zevran whispered. A hint of fear could be heard in his voice.

"Indeed" Sten said. Still as lively as a rock and features made of stone.

Leliana was trembling. Her nerves were getting wrecked with this whole potion making business. "Do we have to endure such trials? Maker save us!" Morrigan slapped Leliana to bring her back to the land of sanity.

"Calm yourself Leliana! No matter what the challenge we must endure!"

"Hey!" all of them froze, turning their heads to see Yuven making his way towards them. They all panicked, like the apocalypse was about to come and tear them away from their mortal coils.

"Ah, Yuven" Alistair greeted, if not a bit hesitant and shivering about his friend's appearance. Fear rose even more to an unbelievable scale when they saw the potion bottle that was laced in the young Elf's hand.

"W-What's that you have there?" Alistair looked down at the bottle with such sheer horror on his face.

"Oh this? It's a new potion I was making. One that can replenish your health and mana" Yuven explained which caused the others to shiver.

Dear Andraste, Alistair thought. Save us all. "Really?" he asked, lips trembling and skin getting pale.

"Alistair are you okay?" Yuven asked, taking Alistair's temperature. The young Mage seemed to be really worried about Alistair's health, but in all honesty the former Templar considered Yuven making fun of him again. "You seem rather pale"

"O-Oh yes I'm fine!" Alistair yelled before calming himself down. "Just perfectly fine"

"Well can I ask you a favour Alistair?" Alistair flinched. He felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. That can't be a good sign.

"S-Sure, what is it?"

Everyone scooted a little away from the two. A very unsettling aura was rushing through their senses and it was enough to make all the wild life silent. For the love of the Maker some of the plants even began to wither. The dog actually started to twitch again.

"Well, do you think you can test this potion bottle? Its just Han Solo is sick and I tried everything on him and he just got worse"

Everyone who was at a relatively safe distance glared at the young Mage.

You're the one that made him sick! Leliana thought

Does this mean that Alistair's next? Morrigan thought, actually enjoying this predicament.

Phew, thank you Andraste, Maker or whoever it is that saved me! Zevran praised

"Ah-" it just took Alistair one look at those puppy dog eyes to buckle under "O-Of course I will, I-I'd be more than happy too" Alistair mumbled dimly as he took the potion bottle and quickly placed it into his arsenal

Yuven not seeming to notice the hint of disdain, smiled happily. "Thank you Alistair"

The young elf mage walked over to their bags and looked through it, seemingly searching for something but to no avail.

"Huh…" the red head began. "We're low on supplies"

It was if a bell began to rang in Alistair's head.

Low on supplies?

A trip to the village near by?

A chance to get rid of this poison that was given to him?

A chance for him to actually live!

The Maker loves him!

"Oh really?" Alistair asked "I'll get them! What do you need?"

Yuven got up from the bags and looked at his comrade, a bit suspicious on why Alistair of all people would want to go and get the supplies. He never gets the supplies. "I'll go with you then, we can help each other"

Alistair flinched, his face gone very pale. "No!" he yelled which made everyone jump. The Templar swore he even felt the ground shake from his outburst. "I mean no, you should stay here and look after Han Solo" Alistair said that slowly turning his head towards the others "Besides, Morrigan, Leliana and Zevran are going to help me"

Morrigan cocked an eyebrow as she looked at Alistair blankly. "Why would I help you?"

Leliana, realising that she also had a chance to actually live slapped her hand on Morrigan as the two of them slowly got to their feet. "She means to say that we'll help Alistair with the supplies"

"Yes, wait here Grey Warden we will be back in great haste"

Before Yuven could even protest the four of them vanished in a blink of an eye. Sten on the other hand, not liking the idea of being abandoned looked on in shock. Which was a change from his usual stone-like appearance; it was like he was saying 'Don't leave me' through body language.

"Um, Sten" Sten regaining what composure turned his head slowly to Yuven, who had clutched in his hands a bottle with it's liquid coloured in a very, very dark violet. It's surely poison the Qunari thought.

"W-Would you…"

"Thank Andraste, we get to shop for supplies" Alistair praised, hands pressed together in a prayer like state. Kneeling on the ground as people walking by classified him as either very religious but on the other hand Morrigan classes him as someone who's basically lost his mind.

"You do realise that sooner or later we have to tell Yuven about his lack of talent for potion making?" Leliana mentioned that one taboo subject that everyone was dreading. All except for Morrigan who was smiling in joy at their predicament, mainly Alistair's…

"Why tell him? I would actually enjoy seeing Alistair suffer"

"You demon" Alistair snarled

"Um, Alistair you might want to stand up before the village people call the authorities" Zevran warned, noticing the glares and stares that the people were giving him. "So, what do you suppose we do? If we're out here for long, Sten might not be there when we return"

"Do you really care?" Morrigan asked, not buying the Antivan's seemingly caring nature towards the Qunari.

"Honestly, no but to leave him in such a fate like that is cruel no?"

Morrigan rolled her eyes, arms folded. "No, Yuven using the dog as a little test subject is cruel. Sten will be fine"

As the four of them walked through the village, ignoring the stares from the villagers, they decided to actually get some supplies; supplies that might actually prove useful.

Alistair on the other hand was wondering what to do with the potion bottle that his leader gave to him. He could empty it but it might be flammable like last time when he chucked the bottle at a dark spawn.

The next thought that approached him was give it to someone but then he didn't want someone to die because he wanted to live…

"By the way Alistair" Leliana asked, noticing that the Templar was looking at the bottle that was in his hand for a long time. "What are you going to do about that bottle?"

"I say drink it" Morrigan said, once again sharing her noble guidance when it was not wanted "It would get rid of a few minutes of boredom"

"Charming" Alistair mumbled angrily.

Zevran snatched the bottle out of Alistair's hands. "Allow me to get rid of it for you my friend" the Antivan elf suggested as he walked over to a villager near a cart with horses, filled with jewels and kegs of wine and whisky.

The blond elf walked up to the owner of the cart, putting on his best face and approaching the man.

"Ah! What fine horses my friend! Where are you headed?"

"What do you think he's doing over there?" the Chantry Priestess, obviously worried at what Zevran was plotting started to bite her nails in anticipation.

"Only the Maker knows" Alistair replied while Morrigan stood there. She seemed rather sad and upset. Alistair swore that he saw a tear going down her face.

"I" she began as her lips trembled, next came the howling. "I was really looking forward to seeing Alistair drinking it, I wanted him to suffer!"

"You sadist! What is it with you and watching me suffer!"

"Did you miss me?" everyone gasped when Zevran returned, a smirk on his face. He seemed to be very happy about what happened. The bottle was no longer in his hands and everyone wondered what happened to it.

"Um, what happened to the potion bottle?"

"Well, you see that cart driver over there?" everyone looked over to the man that hopped into his cart and drove off with his cargo in tow, headed to destinations unknown. "When I told him that I had a very rare rum it being the potion bottle, he was rather happy to take it to Denerim for a good price, yes"

Alistair looked on shocked. "You mean he bought the potion bottle?"

Zevran nodded, bringing out the money that he received for giving the potion bottle away. "Two gold bars, a fine sell indeed"

"Seriously?" this was rather unbelievable; Alistair could not believe what he was hearing. Zevran sold the potion bottle for two gold bars? There was no way that could've happened? "You sold that potion bottle for two gold bars?"

Zevran once more nodded. "Among other things"

"What sort of other things?" Morrigan asked, not liking where the conversation was headed.

"Well I was able to also sell some documents for a good price"

Alistair's rising smile was soon turning to a worried frown. "Wait? What kind of documents?" Zevran shrugged his shoulders, almond eyes turning over to the direction of the cart.

"Something about treaties, I don't know"

Treaties? Alistair thought seriously for a while until it hit him like a brick wall. His heart felt like it was about to explode

"Oh Andraste help us all. The Treaties!" Alistair rushed over to Zevran and grabbed the blond by the scruff of his collar, screaming like a madman. "You fool. Those were the treaties for the Dalvish, the Mages and the Dwarves!"

If he lost those then Yuven was going to kill him, forget the potion. He didn't want to be burned alive.

He could see it now. He could actually hear Yuven speaking to him

"Of course I forgive you Alistair" Yuven said with a smile, a fake smile, Alistair was positive it was defiantly a fake smile.

"Um Yuven…" Yuven looked at him with eyes closed, flames engulfing his hands "Why are your hands on fire?"

"No reason, no reason at all"

"I-I-I have to get them back!" without a second thought Alistair rushed off after the cart.

His three companions looked on watching as Alistair ran off like a wild animal.

"Um, Shouldn't we help him?" Zevran asked to which Morrigan chuffed walking off towards the village stores

"Are you kidding? You already wrecked my fun with the potion bottle; I'm not letting this go to waste"

"I suppose" Zevran mumbled, he actually seemed kind of guilty "But we should help no?"

Morrigan narrowed her eyes, her hands slowly grasping onto the collar of Zevran's leather armour as she pulled him towards her, eyes shining in flames as she began to snarl in a low voice "Look here Assassin" she began "Leave it be, I want to see him suffer"

She's defiantly a Witch

To Be Continued

Authors Note

Thought this would be worth a few laughs, hope you enjoy it, coming up with material isn't easy, to see if Alistair is able to retain the treaties, will Yuven realise the horrible truth of his lethal potions and what is the fate of Sten and Han Solo...

Well probably have to wait until chapter 3 now won't we?