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Nolo, Nolle, Nolui : Chapter 46
Mar. 6th, 2011 04:12 amThey had been walking for three days when they hit the first snow; fine, soft flakes that covered the ground in no time at all. By the time they stopped to set up camp, there was a covering of at least two inches, although it had stopped snowing. While Fearghal, Alistair and Zevran put the tents up, Wynne, Morrigan and Leliana got a fire going. Darkness fell quickly and no-one lingered by the fire once their evening meal was finished; all but Morrigan, who had first watch, retreated to their tents to bundle up in their blankets.
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Nolo, Nolle, Nolui : Chapter 42
Feb. 19th, 2011 11:16 amAlistair looked down at the sleeping Fearghal. It seemed a shame to wake him, but the sooner they left Haven, the better. He nudged Fearghal's leg with his foot. "Fearghal, I've brought some tea," he said softly.
Fearghal slowly opened his eyes, blinking at Alistair stupidly. "Tea? Is it time for my watch yet?"
"It's morning. Time to get up," Alistair told him, holding out the mug.
Fearghal sat up, frowning and reaching up for the mug. "Thanks. You let me sleep all night," he accused Alistair.
Alistair merely nodded cheerfully and turned. "Breakfast will be ten minutes."
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Nolo, Nolle, Nolui : Chapter 41
Feb. 16th, 2011 07:44 amFearghal watched Alistair lead the others towards him, his brown eyes full of concern, his face full of questions. Fearghal nodded at him, trying to reassure him; strangely, he felt a kind of peace. Together they moved further into the Gauntlet. They drew their weapons as they glimpsed armed shadows flickering ahead. Fearghal gasped as he realised that the ethereal figures were facsimiles of themselves. For a brief moment he wondered if he should put away his weapon, and then the ghostly figures attacked.
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Nolo, Nolle, Nolui : Chapter 39
Feb. 9th, 2011 03:37 amHaven's chantry stood a little apart from the village, at the side of a steep path which meandered up the mountainside. Zevran peered through one of the windows.
"It looks like the whole village is in there," he told them.
The odd sound of the Chant in a deep male voice could be heard faintly through the doors.
Fearghal pushed the door open and led his party inside. One or two people in the congregation turned to look at them, then looked back to the front.
"... we are blessed beyond measure; we are chosen by the Holy and Beloved to Her guardians."
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