1. Blights to Birth
It dripped...
Roaring in your mind was the commands of the Dragon, the Old One.
CORRUPT!
DEFILE!
CONQUEST!
The only words you could recognize, the ichor in your body pumped and your eyes could only do so much as to look up into the eyes of the sneering Grey Warden....
Is this the glory and riches you felt you deserved? The defilement and greatness you were bound to achieve in this time? In Thedas? It felt like a cruel stab in the chest, to be left as you were, to be nothing more but a pawn in the great plan for... Master? God? You did not know what word fit.
One thing rung out to you was the unfairness, was the bitterness of all you had done, of all you brought to their knees. The likes of which had Fey, Daemon, and Humans quaking in their boots, was this the fate of the great Darkspawn? Of last breaths, you often heard.
You were accepting to your fate, to be nothing more but another statistic in the chronicle that would be for this Grey Warden. A final breath, and the final curtain calls, you heard the roar in your head. Almost as if the Old One's eyes were cast upon you, something cinched onto you, not daring to break itself off...
A final command...
[] - Corrupt
[] - Defile
[] - Conquest
Suddenly, you burned alive, you heard... voices, what was at play here? Was this the final graspings of a would-be God? You knew not, but the voices told you different... this was something else entirely...
"This... is mine? Do you see its face? Its eyes? Would you have me mocked like your brother, dearest Wife?" Gruff, commanding, like that of the Arch-Demon. Your eyes blearily made out a trimmed beard, hair that flowed all the way down to his shoulders. His figure, he could have been an Alpha, a General in the armies of His Most Ancient.
"This is our son! I bear you a child, now two, and yet each time, you are ever more disappointed...." The voice was, feminine and even you could hear the venom that whipped out at the giant of a man. Daring another word to be uttered, you could barely hear the next words that would be uttered. A stuttering old man dared to try and play to reason...
"Silence yourself Pycelle, lest I do so for you. That... thing in your arms, Cersei, is the furthest thing from a son. If I were as holy as the dragon-damned Baelor I would throw this little creature in the ocean and let it drown. It is not a Baratheon, and I doubt your Father would dare to call this... a grandson. I'll have no part in this!" You would only hear the tell-tale slam that caused a wail from your lips, unbecoming of a creature once like yourself... but you were used to screeching.
You felt unwanted, unneeded, another pawn in a game. Denied by a father, and Mother-
"Do not worry my sweetling, Mother loves you. Mother will always love you. Will always protect you, even from the Stags, Lions, Squids, Wolves, Roses, Suns, and Falcons."
You didn't know what touched you then, but it felt... amazing, love, different as it was, you could only open your eyes and stare deep into those fiery passionate green eyes...
Relationships Gained!
Robert Baratheon: N/A > Disappointment ( -10 to all Social Rolls with him.)
Cersei Lannister: N/A > Protector ( +10 to all Social Rolls with her)
(Pick 3 Beginning Traits)
[] - Farseer - Mostly deformed, due to your past life as a Darkspawn, it seems to have followed you here. You can still see excellently in the dark and are able to spot things others are not able to. (Bonus to Perception Rolls, Malus to Attraction)
[] - Emissary - You've always had a knack for things that others don't, in your old life, you knew
when to attack. You had talent with the Arcane Arts, in this life, maybe you will again. (???, Malus to General Opinion)
[] - Ogre Smash - Should you, a wee little lion as your Mother calls you, have the strength of more than twenty good men? You seem to think so, the looks at court... not so much. ( Bonus to Strength, Malus to General Opinion)
[] - Alpha's Damnation - A tactical mind, it takes you but a moment to see the holes in a castle, village, anything. You are able to see, to know, to bring it down within seconds. (Bonus to Attack Rolls)
[] - Markings of the Blight - Etched on your face is the markings of the blight, four slashes alongside your face, scarring you for eternity but gifting you powers unknown... (Bonus to ???, Malus to Attraction and General Opinion)
[] - Blight Walker - Night Terrors consume you when you sleep, you are back in your old life. In touch with the Old One, his commands. There are no gifts, there is only his word, his law, and you follow it. (???)
[] - Of Black Ichor - The former blood that pumped in your veins in your old life has done so here, it gifts you with a berserker-like strength that you had not known you possessed... and if it were to consume you. You shivered at the prospect... (Berserker, Bonus to Strength, Malus to Defence Rolls and ???)
A/N:
Well, let's get started, shall we? WELCOME ONE, ALL, AND DWARVES! This is Spawn and Storm, the quest that takes place in Game of Thrones. Now you may have questions, certainly in regards to the intents of this quest, how it functions, and if we will see more in regards to characters from Dragon Age.
I will inform you of this, the quest has a Narrative in place, certain points are fixed, can you change them? Possibly! What is certain is that fun is meant to be had, and we are going to be heading in a great direction for this!
My knowledge of certain things is limited, in regards to the books, I have not read them but I have picked up a few things in regards to magic being subtler in GOT. It's more pinpointed, hence why, votes later will be held in regards to the type of magical world we will be playing in or I might make it myself... considering my certain love for magic.
Darkspawn/DAO, My knowledge in regards to the lore on certain things, limited and very much limited to part of the main story and what I know in regards to companions, along with their paths. The deep deep lore, regarding Tevinter and the various creatures, is not going to be there until I do my research.
For now, discuss and do not worry, there is going to be something of a childhood arc of sorts.
