User:Darkerangel/Svolyé (Fanfic)

So while still new to the DA universe, I was inspired and decided to create a fanfic about it.Let me apologies right now as the language may be a tiny bit modern, but I tried =P Really hope you all like it.


 * Dragon Age: Svolyé==


 * In order to take back the nation of holy, the Maleficarum released the Dark Void in service to the “true old god” Those caught within the toxin become a new breed of darkspawn corrupted by blood of The First. The only thing that stands in their way is a Svolyé named Yoli. Blessed with the power of an Svolyé, she will use her skills to gather a party to prevent another Blight from awakening…or die trying.

DA1 : Mesmer

“Long…long ago, the Magisters of the Imperium were whispered upon to use the powers of the mageocrats and entered the Gold City. The Golden City, a heaven for the mortal souls to join the Maker in his grace. When the Magisters stepped foot onto the Golden City physically, it caused a corruption that turned into the Black City. This corruption took them over as well and turned them into The First known darkspawns. This unleashed the First Blight. Long…long ago.”

Deep within the Tirashan plains, east of Orlais lays a ruin temple on Mount Hexsidious position in-between a gorge surrounded by blue liquid. Within the heart of the temple laid a pit covered in the blue liquid surrounded by Maleficars all across Thedas. All of them looked up in the direction of the stoned balcony as a female came out wearing a tight black and dark green-layered dress that exposed her tanned back. She had dark eyes, and two exotic tattoos on both her upper bare arms, while the hood outlined with two horns covered her hair. . She carried in her right hand with her a wand made from the bark of a grand willow tree. Light brown it was, but close to the top was a black misshapen ring going around that went around. “Brothers…sisters, I come before you on behave of the one true god. He has sent me a vision, no a message. We are to spread his words, his message throughout Thedas and embrace the glory that is he. I’ve been where you are; I know what it is like to be in constant fear of the Templars, the Chantry’s dogs, but NO MORE! They may before to slay one…two of us, but together, let them try. Join me my brothers and sister, join me and walk the path of the one true god.” The majority of the mages began clapping while the rest just whispered to one another. Her dark eyes scanned the room and she continued,

“Then if you are with me, together we will take back what rightfully belong to us, Tevinter Imperium. Now in the hands of Imperial Archon, what once belonged to us, we must and will take it back. Though our numbers are few, we will soon grow into the hundreds and thousands by the day. It is time…let the ritual begin!” After that the drums began beating as some Maleficars danced around the blazing pit while the rest waved their hands in the air wildly and started chanting.

They chanted away, “Nam Myoho Renge Kyo!” They repeated this chant over and over again as if praising the pit. They moved fast and then started to slow down and then started back up again, only to slow down once more. They repeated this pattern, lifting their hands in the air and back down, each stomp surge with force. The drums sped up, becoming louder and they drummed harder. As she walked down the steps, “When the Magisters stepped foot onto the Golden City they became The First, the first darkspawns and I bring you them,” she said stepping on the floor. She waved her hand as the vertical tombs began opening. The First after all these years, perfectly preserved in front of them was three of them. She used her left hand to conjure up a chalice and her right hand, turning her wand into a dagger. She stabbed each one, collecting their blood as it poured into the golden chalice. “This be the Dragon Age, but with this we wills begin a new and it shall be the age of the age of the Maleficarum.” She stepped in front of the pit and with the chalice, poured The First’s blood into it. The blue liquid turned and boiled, slowly transforming into a fog. The lady’s dark eyes narrowed and with her final words cast, “Kas tiek darits, tiek darits saja prieksvakara. Release izklastits un ir bezmaksas.” The dagger reverted back into her stick as she pointed to the fog, sending a bolt of energy into it. The toxin known as the Dark Void commenced in expanding itself enough to wave over the temple, spreading itself up north. WITHIN A NEVARRA was a tavern in Cumberland, a city on the Minanter River, called the Jeweled. There was a show about to begin and everyone raised their ale in excitement. “Now it’s time for us to cheer, the event that was planned is nearly here,” said the announcer. He had a staff in his hand, similar to a mage’s. “Fest your eyes and be amaze, dazzle by a Mesmer, Avon’s her name,” finished the announcer. He raised his staff up and at the end of his sentence he jerked it a little as a firework type spark ignited surrounding him with smoke as Avon took his place like magic. The enticing exotic music began playing the background. Yoli Avon removed slowly the red scarf that covered her face. She had exhilarating turquoise eyes, with raven hair and caramel skin. Her hair was pulled in the back, creating a smooth ponytail. Yoli was wearing a teal skirt that swooshed every time she would move. Gilded golds and rich hues on her skirt, top is fastened explicitly by loose golden strings, brazenly showing off a silky midriff. Yoli started feeling the seductive beat of the music playing all around her. She lifted her hands in the air as she swayed her hips back and forth. She soon swung her hands in the air as her hips started to roll up and down in a wave motion side to side. She turned around toward a farmer sitting with his drunken buddies and started to touch herself in a seductive motion, luring him to her web. Yoli jumped down from the stage and approached the red haired guy and ran her fingers through her hair and then caressed her neck oh so gently to the point where her hand stated to move downward, touching her soft warm snug breast, and then her small waist. She walked over to a noble man, backing her butt up on him. He enjoyed it as she started to wind her butt upward and then slowly downward on him. It wasn’t till a second later she felt his hands touching places it shouldn’t be in. She in a sharp motion turned around and shoved him off his seat, hitting the floor. She then grabbed his drink and poured it all over him as his friends roared with excitement, banging the table. Yoli smiled and did a back flip, landing back on the stage in a split. Wasn’t long till they started throwing some silver at her. Yoli waved her hands and with a poof of smoke disappeared as the announcer took her place once again. Backstage the curtain glided over as Yoli stepped through see all her Mesmer people getting ready for their acts. “Another amazing performance,” said a woman while clapping. “Thank you Mya, with the money I’m saving up, I’ll have enough to buy an estate,” she giggled. “HA! Good luck with that sister.” “Hey, a girl can dream can’t she?” said Yoli as she sat down in front of her booth. “Well dream all you like, Mesmers like us don’t get estates. We do what we do best in order to survive. “I’m sick of always trying to survive, I just…I want us to be free, to have our independence. “Girls…girls! Pack you’re things, and get out now,” said the announcer. “Whoa Jess, are you serious? This was only the first act,” said Mya. “NO! Black Wolf…he found Urae,” he explained. “Our hideout? But Deleya was meeting with the Orlais Elite, we were finally going to get our independence,” voiced Yoli. OUTSIDE OF JEWELED “Where…Yoli! Where are you going?” asked Mya, while chasing after her. She at first didn’t say a word, trying to get her horse ready. “You’re not seriously going back there are you?” Yoli hopped on the horse and said, “My family still there, our people are still there.” “Maker’s breath, you’re just one person sweetie. This is Black Wolf’s Army we are talking about. I hate to say it, but what was there is…now gone. And I suggest you—” “Suggest what? That I run? It doesn’t matter where we go, if it’s not him then it be his sister bent on slaying every single one of us. No, you go your way and leave me to mine. May we see each other again my friend, let’s go,” Yoli expressed, giving her horse a command, tapping his side with her foot.


 * (URAE) – Black Wolf rode his horse up on a hill, now facing the town of Urae the hideout of the Mesmers. He had black detailed armor; his right shoulder pad draped a cape while his left pad was the head of a horned animal. He had a large chain connecting from the left to right shoulder pads, and a wolf shaped helmet that covered his face.

“Sir, what order shall I give?” asked his First Lt. Commander. “…burn everything…”