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Secrets from the Past Prologue + Chapter One (Star Wars SWTOR Fan-Fiction)

Shortly after the events at the Crypt.

Lord Void entered the Dark Council Chamber.  He walked to the centre, his boots plodding heavily as he did so, echoing in the silent chamber.  He turned to look at the others.
            ‘You have seen the holorecording?’ he asked. 
            ‘Yes,’ replied several of the others.
            ‘Former Master of the Sith Academy on Korriban, now in cahoots with the Mandalorians and the Jedi,’ a Dark Council member said, ‘can the old man truly be trusted?’
            ‘He aided the Jedi on Mandalore,’ said Lord Void, ‘yet Lord Usharr is an enemy to Relsor, who clearly has no regard for the alliance he bartered with the Sith Empire.’
            ‘Lord Void,’ his Dark Council leader said to him, ‘you were here, in this chamber, when Relsor approached us, you witnessed his might, felt his malady, saw his illusions.  We cannot turn away from his alliance now.’
            ‘You will let fear guide you instead of fuelling you?’ said Void.  ‘Let us allow our passions and fears to fuel us with the necessary power to turn away from a false ally.  The proof is there.’ Void put emphasis in his voice, rallying the toher Dark Council members. ‘Recall the Sith, let them return to the Empire, where they can fight with us, for the Empire.  We can weaken Relsor by reneging our alliance and the Jedi can defeat him.  Then while the Jedi are weak and recovering and the Sith Empire strong, we can strike at our true enemy and take the galaxy for ourselves.  What say you?’
            There was a murmur in the room and finally, when it died down, the Dark Council members had settled to devise a strategy to retreat from the alliance in a way that would be more subtle and safer.
            Afterwards, Lord Void left the chamber and contacted Awgro.
            ‘What news?’ he asked of him.
            ‘A Republic envoy has flown by Relsor’s flagship while the True Sith Lord was away.  They flew close.  Then they left.  If a tracking beacon has been put on the ship, I know not, but if it has, then Shadie will know more about it.’
            ‘Excellent, Awgro.  See if you can find out more.  Let us earn her trust if we must.  And be wary of Relsor.  His days are numbered.  The Empire grows stronger.  We will strike when Relsor has been eliminated.’


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Secrets from the Past Announcement! SWTOR Fan-fiction

Announcing Secrets from the Past, the 8th novella in the series of fan-fiction stories taking place in the Old Republic era (SWTOR) of the Star Wars universe.


Secrets from the Past (Story 8) Official Image – Darth Kromus’s old datapad with secrets about Relsor

When the group of Jedi get their hands on an old datapad containing logs with secret information about Relsor, the True Sith leader ensures to take it from them, and captures Trylia in the process. After viewing its contents, Relsor lets Trylia go free, but she is intercepted by Imperial Intelligence and captured anew. Meanwhile on Mandalore, an old flame of Talyc’s is recruited into clan Dargoza before the Mandalorians discover a scheme that sends them to Ziost, where they must cooperate with Relsor and Perce in order to save Trylia.

You can now visit the Dramatis Personae to view the characters appearing in this story. Each chapter will be released every week on Fridays throughout Spring 2022 starting next week.

Continue the adventure-romance, and find out the secrets contained within the datapad that once belonged to Darth Kromus and how it pertains to defeating Relsor, and the outcome of the showdown that takes place on Ziost between Knarf and Perce.

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Rooftop Escapade

Another Dragon Age fan-fiction short story that was written as a reward for donations during the Dragon Age Day fundraising campaign event. This one is a fluffy one.


Isabela and Bethany express their feelings for each other,
and, after a little escapade, share their first kiss.


Isabela bent forward, squinting her eyes and craning her neck to see the broken jewel in the palm of Garrett’s hand.
        ‘That’s what you dragged us all the way out here for?’ she asked.
        ‘It’ll be worth something in Darktown,’ Garrett insisted.
        Isabela exchanged a look with Bethany, who appeared to be just as bemused by her brother’s findings.
        ‘Eee-no,’ said Isabela. ‘You have fun trying to sell that; we’ll go after more valuable loot.’
        Garrett chuckled. ‘Come on. This belonged to someone, and I bet they’re willing to pay just to have it back.’
        ‘You know, Garrett,’ said Bethany, ‘you’d do well not to take such advantage of people’s misery like that.’
        ‘I am not!’ Garrett protested. Bethany crossed her arms.
        Garrett grumbled and crouched down again, rummaging through more dirt.
        The sun was coming down over the horizon across the Wounded Coast. Isabela looked towards Bethany. The purple light hit her face on the side, giving her eyes an ethereal glow. She smiled.
        Bethany shifted uneasily. ‘What?’
        ‘Oh, nothing.’
        ‘No, not nothing. Why are you looking at me like that?’ asked Bethany.
        ‘Well, it’s just the light hitting your eyes,’ Isabela replied sheepishly.
        ‘It…it doesn’t make me look ghoulish, does it?’
        ‘Why would you think anything could make you look ghoulish!’ Isabela exclaimed, suppressing a laugh.
        ‘Anders and Varric were saying…when I cast spells, my eyes go all ghoulish.’
        ‘Oh, you sweet thing, they were just teasing you.’ Isabela playfully nudged Bethany. ‘You have lovely eyes.’
        ‘You…you really think so?’ Bethany blushed.
        ‘Of course!’
        ‘And what does the light do to them then?’
        ‘It makes your eyes glow and you look like a mage who’s come from the world of dreams,’ said Isabela, trying to sound poetic.
        ‘From the Fade!’ Bethany’s eyes widened in curiosity.
        Isabela hesitated. ‘I mean, from my dreams.’
        ‘You’ve dreamt of mages with glowing eyes?’ asked Bethany, sounding hesitant, and glancing away.
        Isabela smiled, feeling herself blush. ‘You’re going to make me express it clearly, aren’t you.’
        ‘I don’t know what you’re on about?’ Bethany’s eyes darted away before meeting Isabela’s again.
        ‘What I’m trying to say, is, I guess, you’re the mage–’
        ‘AHA!’ Garrett shouted. ‘Found it!’
        Isabela deflated. ‘Found what?’
        ‘The other half of the jewel.’ Garrett looked like a child in a candy shop.
        ‘Hurray,’ Isabela said, her voice full of sarcasm.
        ‘It’s still not impressive,’ said Bethany, ‘and I doubt you’ll be able to sell it.’
        Garrett waved a hand dismissively, taking several steps away from them to examine the two halves in the setting sunlight.
        ‘Bethany,’ said Isabela, ‘you have lovely eyes, and I find you very beautiful.’
        ‘Oh!’ Bethany’s cheeks darkened. She shifted shyly.
        ‘There, I said it.’ Isabela turned her boot in the sand, unable to meet Bethany’s eyes.
        ‘You find me pretty?’ asked Bethany.
        ‘Yes,’ Isabela replied. ‘I mean, I find a lot of people pretty, but none of them garner a feeling of…wanting to spend more time with them.’
        ‘But you’ve spent so much time with so many people,’ said Bethany.
        ‘Spending the night with a concubine you’ve been lusting over is not the same as spending time with someone you care about,’ Isabela admitted. She looked up and met Bethany’s gaze. The mage’s smile sent a warm sensation through Isabela’s body.
        ‘You care about me?’ asked Bethany. Her eyes seemed to sparkle.
        ‘Yes.’ Isabela kept her gaze.
        Bethany smiled even more widely. ‘I care about you too.’ She blushed. ‘And I find you very beautiful too.’
        ‘Oh good! I mean, about the caring.’ Isabela let out an embarrassed laugh. ‘What I mean to say is, I was worried you maybe didn’t feel the same way. Well, I suspected, but until I knew for sure… And gosh, I’m normally not this nervous.’ The two women let out a small giggle.
        Bethany glanced at the ground. ‘I was hoping you’d feel that way, but since I’ve never even talked about such feelings before, I didn’t know how I might tell you. Thank you for saying it first.’
        Bethany looked down again before reaching out with her hand. Isabela smiled, taking Bethany’s hand in hers. It was warm and smooth, and Isabela gently brushed her thumb over Bethany’s palm.
        ‘Ah, excellent!’ said Garrett, arriving with a pile of oddments. He took Isabela and Bethany’s hands, pulling them out, and placed a number of items in their open palms. ‘Both hands,’ he instructed, ‘so your four hands.’
        Isabela rolled her eyes, glaring at Garrett. He bent, turning around, grabbing more of what he’d brought from the beach.
        Bethany’s eyes wandered awkwardly.
        Isabela leaned in towards her conspiratorially and whispered. ‘You want to drop this hoard and run away? I bet he wouldn’t even notice we were gone.’
        Bethany gasped. ‘We couldn’t.’
        ‘We could!’
        Bethany reflexively bit her thumbnail; some of the items dropped to the ground. She gasped in surprise. Isabela giggled.
‘I’ve never done anything like that before,’ Bethany said, fidgeting. ‘It seems so…uncouth.’
        Isabela looked over at Garrett, who was humming to himself, digging about the area, exclaiming every now and then. She looked back at Bethany and cocked her head towards Garrett.
        ‘What do you say? Run away with me?’ She let out a small laugh.
        Bethany sucked in her lips, suppressing a smile. ‘Okay,’ she whispered.
        Isabela bit her lower lip, feeling a thrill. ‘Now.’
        They dropped the hoard, and still holding hands, began to run back towards the city. They were already too far when they heard Garrett calling out to them.


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Lucid Dreaming – Dragon Age Solas Fan-Fiction Smut

Yet another Dragon Age Fan-Fiction short story that I wrote as a reward during the Dragon Age Day fundraiser, this one for Vampy, a scene between her Vianna and Solas.

As usual, the excerpt is SFW, and the content is password protected since it is explicit.


Vianna explores an area of the Fade marked by Solas’s fantasies
before living out one such fantasy.


Vianna walked to the balcony of her Skyhold bedroom and placed her only hand on the railing. Her nightgown swayed in the wind as she looked to the distant mountain peaks of the Frostbacks, scanning the area with her eyes. She was searching, but she knew she would not find what she was looking for by merely gazing at the horizon.
        Dusk was darkening. Vianna bowed her head, an overwhelming longing overcoming her; it was the same every night. A tear ran down her cheek and onto her flowing white hair.
        Sighing, she turned and walked to her bed. She lay down and shut her eyes, trying to think of something else, someone else, than Solas.
        Within moments, she found herself wandering a forest that resembled the crossroads. Fog rose high above her head; elven artefacts lay scattered across the ground where smoke rolled over her feet.
        This type of dream was what it was like every night. Vianna would fall asleep and enter a place in the Fade where she knew Solas had been. She could vaguely feel his thoughts, his emotions. Each night it was a different location in the Fade or, at least, one that never looked the same. Every night, she explored and searched for signs of Solas, finding nothing but more endless vastness to walk through. However, this time it felt different, and there was more to the place than met the eye; she could feel it to her core.
        Vianna walked past some trees and came to a clearing that resembled a hallway that continued far into the distance, and all along the sides were Eluvians.
The Eluvians in this place were tagged with paintings at the back that overlapped to the front, and as far as she could tell, all of them included depictions of her. As she walked to the back of the Eluvians to observe the paintings, she saw that some were limned with memories: Vianna and Solas saving his spirit friend from the Tevinter mages, Vianna and Solas sharing their first kiss in the Fade, Solas holding Vianna as he took the anchor from her hand when he saved her life.
        All these memories gave Vianna a sense of longing but also contentment, knowing how much Solas cherished these moments he’d spent with her.
        Vianna continued to walk from Eluvian to Eluvian, observing the colourful paintings at the back of each one. There was a progression. Many showed scenery of places Vianna had never seen before, but in each of these depictions stood Solas and Vianna. He was holding her hand, and his other hand was frozen in a gesture of beholding. Vianna took these to be places Solas would have liked to show her, either through his memories in the Fade or in person.
        They were beautiful places by the looks of them, vibrant greens and lush flowers in all of them. Vianna wondered if any were of Arlathan Forest before the fall of Elvhenan. Curious, she continued walking behind Eluvians to observe all they had to show her.
        Vianna noticed different paintings on the backs of more Eluvians a little ways further. These illustrated Solas and Vianna in action, doing things together, as though they were memories, but Vianna had no recollection of any of this occurring.
        Vianna wandered to another set of Euvians clustered together. She passed her hand over one of the paintings where Solas held her, where they were both naked. In the depiction, her head was lolled back, and her long hair gusted in the wind. Solas’s hands were on her hips, his mouth on her breast, and his erection halfway inside of her.
It almost felt real. And Vianna felt momentarily aroused by the sight of them making love. Such intimacy she had never known with Solas, an intimacy she had wanted and craved, an intimacy she desired still.
        Vianna walked to another Eluvian where Solas had painted them sitting together, holding each other, eating grapes. Many of them showed Solas holding Vianna in various settings, and as Vianna walked past Eluvians, more and more portrayed them naked together doing various acts of lovemaking. And with each one, Vianna felt more and more a physical need for Solas to hold her, touch her, and make love to her.
        It occurred to Vianna that these were wishes, fantasies, perhaps a future they could have had together.
        ‘Vhenan.’
        Vianna turned around. Solas’s voice was distant, airy, and echoed through the crossroads where she stood.
        ‘Vianna, ma vhenan,’ his voice rang out again.
        Vianna followed the sound of Solas’s voice. She knew there was a slim chance of finding him, but she would never give up on him, never give up hope.
        Vianna came to a place where many Eluvians shimmered.
        ‘Vhenan.’
        This time Solas’s voice was louder, clearer. One Eluvian scintillated more brightly.
        Vianna noticed something particular about this one. It appeared that a painting had been drawn onto the mirror itself, as opposed to on the back as for all the others. Vianna approached the coruscating mirror and saw a large black wolf flicker onto the Eluvian’s surface. The wolf had red eyes, and before it, a flow of Vianna’s white hair and her hand reaching out to it.
        Reflexively, Vianna touched the wolf painted on the Eluvian, and it flashed for a moment before the black wolf began to change. Its shape moulded into a smaller sized wolf, its softer eyes glistening of a blue-green as if from the Fade, and its fur a pure white sparkling like snow, matching Vianna’s hair.
        ‘Vhenan,’ Vianna heard Solas again, closer this time and more desperate.
        Vianna walked through that Eluvian and suddenly felt like she was falling, falling endlessly, and suddenly she landed on her bed in her room at Skyhold.
        ‘Vhenan,’ Solas whispered, breathing into her neck.


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