Images: Orzammar

 

“I can’t believe I’m gonna fuck the assassin sent to kill me.”
“Well, you don’t have to.“
“No, I’m gonna.”

The gang has spent entirely too many months underground in Orzammar and Surana finally noticed the elven assassin sent to kill her is actually not bad looking. Things are going to go downhill from here—but only at a snail's pace because they still don't trust each other at this point.

Orzammar is the quest line I want to write fic about the most. It's ripe for angst, drama, and whump, particularly the neverending, gruelling journey in the Deep Roads. I have so many ideas for it it's actually hard to organize them into a coherent narrative. I know it'd be about my default team (Surana, Alistair, Morrigan, and Zevran) forcing their way past the Gates of Bownammar, suffering from all sorts of injuries and running out of supplies but still trying to move forward, even though "forward" is becoming more and more nightmarish. In my original playthrough, they ran out of supplies around the Dead Trenches and were forced to turn back which might also be interesting to include in the fic. It'd provide an excuse to drop Alistair and Morrigan off in Orzammar to work out their UST on their own while Surana is making another attempt at reaching Caridin.