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I dont know, Dannon gritted out. She didnt say. It didnt sound like a lot. Loghain figured there must easily be twenty men out there. Surely if Bann Ceorlic had brought that many men near Lothering, it would have caused more comment. So what was going on, exactly? The fact that it involved one of the Fereldan noblemen most notorious for his open allegiance to the Orlesian tyrant did not sit well with him. Whatever Ceorlic and his men might be up to, it was undoubtedly not good for the bandeven if it didnt involve them directly. As Loghain stood there, trying to ignore Dannons impatience, he conceded to himself that there might be nothing he could do either way.
The political goings-on of Ferelden were none of his concern. Survival was his concern, and anything political was important only when it affected that survival directly. He sighed irritably, staring off into the shadows as if they would provide the answer to his mystery. Dannon harrumphed. You sound like your father when you do that. That may be the first compliment Ive heard from you. He snorted derisively, glaring at Loghain. It wasnt intended. He spat down between them. This doesnt involve us, like you said. Lets go. Loghain didnt like being challenged. He met Dannons glare with his own, and for a long moment he said nothing. If you want to go, he stated quietly, then go. Dannon stood his ground, though Loghain saw the man shift nervously. Dannon didnt want to be in this position. Loghain could almost sense him thinking about his knife there in the dark, wondering if he would need to use it, wondering how he would get back to camp if he did so.
Loghain was. tempted to push it further. He wanted to step right up in front of Dannons face and take his measure. Maybe Dannon had the guts to knife him and be done with it. For all Loghain knew, he was a murderer, the sort who liked to cut people just to hear them scream, and that was the past he had fled. Maybe Loghain was being foolish by not going along with his suggestion. But he doubted that. The silence between them was long and tense, intruded on only by the sound of the wind in the trees and the far-off shouts of the hunters. Loghain narrowed his eyes, not even touching his sword hilt, and was inwardly pleased as Dannon was the first to look away.
The moment was broken by the sound of someone approaching. Dannon leaped at the interruption, letting the urgency of the new threat cover up the fact that he had just backed down. As though their standoff had never happened. But Loghain knew. Something was coming toward them, fast and clumsy. Whatever it was, it scrambled madly through the bushes, heedlessly pushing branches away in a panic. The fox, Loghain surmised. Of course it would end up right in their lap, wouldnt it? If there truly was a Maker up in the heavens, as the priests said, He had a troublesome sense of humor indeed. Dannon retreated a few feet, nervous and agitated, while Loghain drew his sword, waiting. Their guest suddenly fell into view, deposited out of the shadows like an unwanted gift, and then stopped short, staring at the two of them with wide, fearful eyes. It was a young man, Loghains age or perhaps younger. His fair hair and fairer skin were obscured under scratches, leaves, dirt, and a healthy dose of blood.
He certainly wasnt dressed for a run in the woods, wearing only a tattered shirt and enough mud to make one think he had escaped whoever he was running from by crawling around on his belly. The blood covered his face as well as his hands. Probably not all his. Whoever this man was, he had likely killed to get away, which told Loghain just how desperate the intruder might be. The new arrival crouched before them in the shadows like a caught. animal, frozen between fight and flight. Behind him, the shouting drew near. Loghain slowly raised a hand, carefully showing his palm to the fugitive to demonstrate that he meant no harm. And then he put his sword back in its scabbard. The blond man didnt move, only narrowed his eyes suspiciously. His attention darted nervously behind him as more muffled shouts came through the trees.
Lets get out of here! Dannon hissed behind him. Hes going to lead them right to us! Wait, Loghain whispered, not taking his eyes off the fugitive. Dannon bristled, and Loghain caught a glimpse of the knife now in his hand. Holding out his hands to calm both of them, Loghain turned back to look at the blood-covered man in the shadows. Whos chasing you? he asked slowly. The blond man licked his lips, and Loghain saw calculation in his eyes. Orlesian dogs, he said evenly. Still he didnt move. Loghain glanced at Dannon. The big man was grimacing, but Loghain could tell he wasnt without sympathy for the fellows situation.
No doubt he was interested only in his own hide, but finally he relented with a grunt. Good answer. Loghain took a step back and half turned as if to leave. Come with us. Dannon swore unhappily, refusing to look at anything but the ground as he sheathed his knife and stalked off. Loghain made as if to follow him, but watched to see if the fugitive would fall in, too. For a long moment, the blond man was visibly torn. Then, without further hesitation, he sprang up from his crouch and ran after them. The three proceeded quietly back the way Loghain and Dannon had come, the blond man trailing and Dannon staying ahead as if he were close to leaving them behind. The set of the big mans shoulders said he was angry and resentful. Loghain didnt care. They kept up a brisk pace, and after a short time, the shouts of the blond mans pursuers were left behind. The stranger seemed relieved, and appeared even more at ease as they approached the edge of the forest and.
moonlight could be seen more clearly overhead. Getting a better look at him, Loghain couldnt help but be a bit mystified. The mans clothes, while torn and dirtied, were plainly of quality if not fancy. The boots in particular seemed solid, made of fine leather, the sort that Loghain saw templars wear on occasion. So no pauper, certainly. He was also shivering and jumped at every strange forest sound, so this hike was no normal event for him. Not by a long shot. Dannon, wait, Loghain called out as he came to a halt. Dannon stopped only reluctantly. Loghain turned to the blond man, who now edged back with renewed suspicion, his eyes darting between them as if wondering who was going to come after him first.
This may be as far as we can go, Loghain reluctantly acknowledged. Thank the Maker! Dannon muttered under his breath. The blond man considered for a moment, looking around as if to judge his location. The field outside the forest could be seen from where they were. I can find my own way from here. Loghain couldnt place the young mans accent, but from the way he spoke it was clear he was educated. A merchants son, perhaps? Is that so? He gestured at the blond mans tattered clothing, noting he didnt even have a cloak.
You look more likely to freeze before you even reach town. He raised an eyebrow. If thats where you intend to head, with those men after you. Why were they after you? Dannon demanded, shoving his way up beside Loghain. The blond man paused, glancing between Loghain and Dannon as if uncertain to whom he should be responding first. Then he looked down at his hands and saw the dark stains of blood in the moonlight as if for the first time. He was clearly repelled, despite his efforts to fight down his reaction. I think I killed one of them, he breathed. Dannon whistled appreciatively. They wont give up easily, then. Loghains brow furrowed. These were Bann Ceorlics men, I take it? Some of them, the blond man agreed reluctantly. They killed. friend of mine. The pain that crossed his face told Loghain that the last statement was true enough, at least. The blond man closed his eyes, shivering again and trying vainly to wipe some of the blood from his cheek. Loghain glanced at Dannon, and the big man shrugged in response.
Whatever the full story was, Loghain doubted they were going to get it. And perhaps it wasnt necessary to do so. This stranger wasnt the first person they had encountered who had crossed the Orlesians. And if Loghain was in this mans shoes, he wouldnt trust them either. There was definitely more here than met the eye, but Loghains gut told him that whatever this was, it wasnt a trick. And his gut was seldom wrong. Loghain sighed heavily. We dont know for sure whos hunting you back there. You say theyre working with the Orlesians, Im willing to take your word for it. The blond man looked about to object, but Loghain held up a hand. Whoever they are, it sounded like theres quite a few of them. Theyre going to figure out soon enough that you got out of the forest.
First place theyre going to look for you is in Lothering. Do you have somewhere else to go? The blond man hung his head, looking grim. No, I. suppose not. Nowhere I can get to easily. Then he set his jaw and looked up at Loghain. But Ill make do. For a moment, Loghain actually believed he might try. No doubt he would fail, but he would try. Whether this was a sign of stubbornness or foolishness or even something else, he couldnt tell. We have a camp, Loghain offered. Its hidden. You both. You didnt have to help me, I know that. Im grateful. His look was reluctant. Its not necessary. If nothing else, Im sure we could find an old cloak for you. Get you cleaned up and. less conspicuous. He shrugged. Or you can go your own way. Up to you. The fellow squirmed, shivering again in the cold as a breeze blew in from the field. For a moment Loghain thought he looked lost, adrift in his own little free fall from whatever life he had led. Fate could hand you a poor.
hand when you least expected it, that Loghain knew very well. He recognized the signs, even if his sympathy was minimal. This offer was all the blond man was going to get, after all. Dannon snorted. Makers breath, man! Will you look at yourself? What else are you going to do! Loghain eyed the big man dubiously. You changed your tune rather quickly. Youre the one who dragged him along. Now that hes here, he may as well just come. He turned on his heel and stomped off. If itll get me back to a fire any faster, Im all for it. The young man stared at the ground, uncomfortable and shamefaced. dont have anything valuable. And then he added: To repay you, I mean. To steal was what hed really meant. But it was hard to be offended when he and Dannon were indeed thieves, after all.
It certainly doesnt look that way, does it? There wasnt much else the blond man could say. He nodded lamely. Loghain motioned his head toward Dannon, who was already long gone. Wed better catch up to him then, before he manages to fall in a hole somewhere. He stepped forward and extended a hand. You can call me Loghain. The blond man hesitated a fraction before taking Loghains hand and shaking it. It was a lie, of course. Loghain wondered for a moment if he would regret doing this. His gut had never been wrong before, but there was always a first time. Still, the die had been cast. Nodding to Hyram, he turned, and the two left the forest together. When Maric awoke, he was certain he was back at the rebel camp, thevictim of some terrible nightmare brought on by bad stew. Surely his mother was about to sweep into his room, reprimanding him for sleeping so late. But even as he felt a wave of palpable relief, he knew it wasnt true. The blanket covering him was threadbare and moldy-smelling, the room around him tiny and unfamiliar.
Cuts and bruises suffered the previous night were announcing their presence. Slowly he began to remember everything. Several times during the trek, the one called Loghain had become certain they were being followed. It vexed the big fellow, Dannon, when Loghain insisted on taking lengthy detours off their route. Maric didnt begrudge the extra caution, but by the time they reached the foothills, his legs had been ready to give out. They had spent two hours trudging in the dark, frozen to the core, with barely a word exchanged among the three of them. He only dimly remembered reaching the camp itself and being surprised by the number of filthy tents scattered amid the rocks and bush. He had expected maybe a handful of outlaws, but here was an entire community hidden in the cliffs. He remembered a blur of suspicious eyes and whispered accusations greeting him.
By then, Maric no longer cared whether they decided to lock him up or cook him for dinner. The sleep he needed desperately had at some point reached up and claimed him. A gentle sound of splashing drew Maric into the present. He made the mistake of opening his eyes to bright afternoon sunlight shining through a small window, making him wince. His vision was blurry, and his head throbbed with an insistent and unpleasant pounding. Blinking, his eyes. adjusted enough to see, but there wasnt much to look at. He remembered one permanent structure in the camp, a tiny log hut that couldnt have consisted of more than a single room, and he assumed this was it. The furnishings were sparse: the rickety bed he occupied, a single table, and a few piles of what looked like dirty rags.
The only adornment was a wood carving hung above his bed: a blazing sun within a circle. A holy symbol. Maric flexed his shoulders, trying to cope with the pain. In the back of his mind, he registered the surprising fact that underneath the blanket he was wearing little more than his smallclothes. Did I wake you? a voice came from beside his bed. He craned his neck and realized that a woman had been kneeling next to him the entire time, soaking a rag in a bowl of water. I apologize. I am trying to be as gentle as I can. She sounded matronly and kind, and she wore red vestments that marked her as a priest of the Chantry. Hed had few opportunities to step into a proper house of worship since the Chantry had come down in favor of the usurper long ago, but Mother had still insisted on his education in such matters.
He believed in the Maker and honored the sacrifice of His first wife and prophet, Andraste, as any other Fereldan might. Maric certainly knew a priest when he saw one. What was she doing here in a camp of outlaws? His voice came out as a hoarse croak, and he coughed, intensifying the pounding in his head. He groaned out loud and laid his head back down to stop the spinning room from making him nauseated. The woman chuckled ruefully. Oh, dear me, no. Nothing so grand as that. Maric now saw her more clearly. Age had weathered her, but gracefully. Her blond curls had given way to gray, and her weary eyes were heavily lined.
It was easy enough to see the beauty she had no doubt once been, long ago. Aside from the vestments, she wore a gold medallion emblazoned with the image of Andrastes cross and its wreath of holy flame. She noticed his gaze and smiled. My days within the Chantry hierarchy are long behind me, Im afraid. She finished wringing out the stained cloth and then returned to wiping his face. The water was cool and refreshing, and so Maric closed his eyes and allowed her to minister to him. When she finally stopped, he touched her hand. How long have I. She paused, studying him with those weary gray eyes. There was compassion there, he saw, but also suspicion. Most of the day, she finally answered. Then she smiled reassuringly and stroked the hair from his forehead. Not to worry, lad. Whatever youve done, youre safe enough here for now. And where is here, exactly? Loghain didnt tell you? She sighed and soaked the cloth again, creating an impressive bloom of scarlet in the water.
No, he wouldnt have, would he? It would take a dragon to pull more than two sentences in a row out of that boy. Hes his fathers son. The amused look she gave him seemed to say that should be all the explanation required. These are the Southron Hills, just outside of the Wilds. though I expect youve gathered that much. She gingerly wiped the back of his head, prompting a new jolt of pain to lance through him. The source of his throbbing headache, he assumed, and tried not to think too closely about how badly he might have hurt himself. Theres no name for this place. Its where weve settled for the moment, nothing more. The people in the camp have slowly banded together over time, out of necessity. Mostly theyre just trying to survive. Sounds familiar, Maric muttered. He wondered, however, how much his life really compared to theirs. Even on the run, he and his mother had decent accommodations wherever they hid.
Remote castles, abbeys tucked away in the mountains. There was always some nobleman willing to take them in, or someone willing to provide a spacious tent on the march. He always complained about it bitterly, about the limits he endured, the boredom and the lack of freedom. Judging from the squalor he saw here on his arrival, these people would probably consider him privileged. He probably was. Its Gareth that we follow. He keeps us safe, and with each passing year there seem to be more and more of us. There is never any shortage of desperate souls with nowhere else to turn, it seems. She dabbed at his head again, frowning with concern. Thats Loghains father, if you havent met him. I havent. You will. She wrung the cloth out again; this time the swirls were dark and ominous. Maric wondered if his head looked as much of a mess as it felt. I am Sister Ailis. Yes, so I hear. The sister nodded toward his hands.
Youll want to wash those. Maric glanced at his hands and saw that they were still filthy, stained practically up to his elbows with dried blood and dirt. He accepted the wet rag without comment. That is a great deal of blood on your hands, she said pointedly. Its not mine. Her gaze was even, calculating. And how do you feel about that? He wiped his hands slowly, keeping his own eyes firmly on the task. He knew what she was asking. His first instinct back in the forest had been to keep his identity secret, and it was probably the correct one. After all, Sister Ailis had said it herself: these people were desperate. Maric had no idea what the usurper would pay for him, but it was probably more than these people had ever known. You didnt have to be poor to know that the promise of wealth could corrupt anyone. He wondered how many gold sovereigns it had taken to put that sword through his mothers gut. He attacked me.
I was defending myself. His voice sounded hollow and fake, even to himself. They killed my mother. Saying it out loud didnt make it feel any more real. The sister watched him a moment longer, her eyes sharp. Maker watch over her, she intoned, relenting. Maric hesitated. Maker watch over her, he repeated, his voice husky with grief. Sister Ailis placed her hands on his, a gesture of understanding. He jerked his hands away more roughly than he intended, but she said nothing. For a long, awkward pause he stared at his half-cleaned hands. She took the bloodied rag from him and soaked it again. Lamely, he changed the subject. So if you are a priest, what are you doing here? The sister smiled, nodding as if this were a question she had heard many times before.
When the Maker returned to the world, He chose for Himself a bride that would be His prophet. He could have looked to the great Imperium, with its wealth and its powerful mages. He could have looked to the civilized lands of the west, or the cities of the northern coasts. But instead He looked to a barbarian people on the very edge of Thedas. And thus fell the eye of the Maker upon Andraste, Maric promptly intoned, she who would be raised up from outcast to become His bride. From her lips would fall the Chant of Light, at her command would the legions of righteousness fall upon the world. An educated man? The sister seemed impressed, but Maric cursed his need to show off. She cradled the golden holy symbol around her neck, regarding it as one might an old friend.
People forget that Ferelden wasnt always as it is now, the homeland of the Makers prophet. Once it was reviled by the civilized world. She smiled gently, her eyes twinkling. Sometimes that which is most precious can be found where you would least expect to. But arent these people. She shrugged. I am here to guide them and help them with their struggle, as best I can. Featured All Books All Texts This Just In Smithsonian Libraries FEDLINK US Genealogy Lincoln Collection. Top American Libraries Canadian Libraries Universal Library Project Gutenberg Children's Library Biodiversity Heritage Library Books by Language Additional Collections. Featured All Video This Just In Prelinger Archives Democracy Now! Occupy Wall Street TV NSA Clip Library.
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Advanced embedding details, examples, and help! org Download free eBooks or read books online for free. Author : Bioware Publisher: Dark Horse Comics ISBN: X Category : Fiction Languages : en Pages : View Book Description Written by Dragon Age lead writer David Gaider, The Stolen Throne is a prequel story to Dragon Age: Origins! This deluxe edition features twenty-four brand new illustrations by Stefano Martino, Álvaro Sarraseca, Andres Ponce, and German Ponce; and an intricately designed, foil stamped hardcover! After the Queen of Ferelden is betrayed and murdered, her son, Maric, becomes the leader of a rebel faction struggling to free their nation from the control of a foreign tyrant.
The thrilling prequel to Dragon Age: Origins, the hit role-playing video game from award-winning developer BioWare! When his mother, the beloved Rebel Queen, is betrayed and brutally murdered before his eyes, young Maric becomes the leader of a rebel army, fighting for the freedom of his cruelly repressed nation Home Fantasy The Stolen Throne. The Stolen Throne PDF. Title The Stolen Throne Author David Gaider Publisher Titan Books Category Fantasy Released Date Language English Format EPUB Pages Total Downloads 1, Total Views 4, Rating 5 stars 4 stars 3 stars 2 stars 1 star. Read Online. Summary The thrilling prequel to Dragon Age: Origins, the hit role-playing video game from award-winning developer BioWare!
Chapter List 28 chapters : Chapter 1: Dragon Age: Stolen Throne Chapter 2: Cover Chapter 3: Contents Chapter 4: Also Available from Titan Books Chapter 5: Title Page Chapter 6: Copyright Chapter 7: Dedication Chapter 8: Acknowledgments Chapter 9: 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter Epilogue. Your review Optional. cat 5 stars 4 stars 3 stars 2 stars 1 star. A nice prequal to the games. A bit lengthy without much detail but it does expand on the political situation of Fereldan. It does a nice job of providing more character development and history not found in the games. Thank you Gaider! driderqueen 5 stars 4 stars 3 stars 2 stars 1 star. Couldn't wait to pick this book when it was announced.
A good before a game book that is grounded in good work and beautifully written. I can't wait for the game to come out Come on October 20th, come fast! herebedragons 5 stars 4 stars 3 stars 2 stars 1 star. This is the first of two prequels to the wonderful dark fantasy role-playing video game "Dragon Age," and I loved every minute of it. Since I played the game before discovering this book, I was already familiar with the world and some of the characters, and even with some of the events that had to happen, as they are the historical setting for the game. This added to my enjoyment of the book, but I still think that someone unfamiliar with the game would enjoy this - it's a good introduction to this world and it's people, and has a good story, overall.
The the Rebel Army, under the rightful queen, Moira, have been living on the run, trying to raise support to take Ferelden back from the invaders. When Moira is betrayed and killed, her young and naive son, Maric, is forced to take up the rebel cause in spite of being ill-prepared for the responsibility. Together with Rowan, the woman to whom he has been betrothed since childhood, and Loghain, the son of an outlaw leader, Maric works to stay alive and liberate Ferelden. There are battles and sword-righting and elves and dwarves and darkspawn the DA equivalent of Tolkien's orcs , and plenty of adventure. What I loved best about this book is the character development. Certainly, my views are colored by the knowledge I have about these people from having played the game. I especially enjoyed gaining more insight into Loghain, and seeing how these events shaped him into the person he becomes decades later during the period of the game.
Someone who has only played the game might find this difficult to believe, but I absolutely adore Loghain after reading this book; he is one of my three favorite characters in the entire Dragon Age canon the other two being Duncan and Alistair. I was also deeply moved by the way the book ended, and the decisions that were made - for the good of Ferelden, not so much for the people involved. Heartbreaking and again, goes a long way in helping understand some of the dynamics that take place during the game. But oh how I wish things could have been different for Maric, Rowan and Loghain, all of whom I'd come to like, and care about, very much.
I would recommend this book as well as its follow-up, "The Calling" - which I'm reading right now to anyone who enjoys high fantasy. And if you're a fan of the "Dragon Age" game and haven't read this, GO GET A COPY RIGHT NOW! Brooten Rosanna Davison Devi Lockwood Elizabeth Lema Roland Lazenby Patrick Thompson Patrick Thompson Alejandro Dujovne Marla Conn Cristina Hernando Polo Augment James Kyle Kris Bryant Carol M. Tanzman Sam A. Patel David Gregory Dan Stone Enrique Cubeiro José Aníbal Campos Inger-Maria Mahlke David Zweibel Alfredo Franchini Richard B. Chase Sriram Dasu Sam Kaplan Martin Cruz Smith Matteo Bogazzi Professor Martin Johnes Professor Iain McLean.
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Its late. He shook his head, uncertain. This offer was all the blond man was going to get, after all. Leighton Dickson. And again.Crouching there in the darkness, he listened carefully. Loghain snorted derisively and turned to Gareth. Dragon Age Band 2 Dragon Age Series David Gaider Author He either had to stay where he was. Now wasnt the time to be thinking of the past, or grieving. Gareth, however, frowned at Loghain.