SORRY FOR THE LATE DVT*queue the
Trial music from Chrono Trigger*
Dazed and confused, Varric looked around to quickly take in the scenery. He knew he wasn't in Kirkwall anymore, the room being a haunting black that would chill any man to his core. At least, it would but Varric wasn't just "anybody". Of notice in the room was that a man stood before him, the very same man who took him to this mysterious place. In confusion, raised his hand but was silenced by the man's intimidating presence. The man bowed before Varric respectfully, his face still covered by the cowl.
Varric: Where am I?
???: You must be confused, please allow me to introduce myself.
???: My name is Stanley Woo, you've been banned and this is your trial.
Varric was shocked, he heard rumors of moderators interfering with mortal men but he thought it to be nothing but an old man's tale. The man approached and his face was revealed from underneath the cowl, it looks like a strange helmeted creature but Varric couldn't see more. Ready to take a stand, Varric reached for his crossbow but was knocked down on his seat by the swift hammer of the moderator.
Stanley Woo: We've been gathered today to judge the not-so honorable Varric of House Tethras.
These words echoed through the empty space, Varric looked around and realised nobody else was watching. Who was this man talking to? Could it be there's a being superior to the moderators? Varric stood up once again and was ready to speak, though no words came out of his mouth. A voice echoed in his mind, "
You do not have permission to do that". He was muted.
The moderator gazed towards Varric and sighed, he already reached his conclusion and this entire trial was a farce. It would never work out, Varric was guilty and there's no way out of it. The moderator continued speaking but the words muddled in Varric's mind, as if to insult him further by not allowing him to hear his own trial that was being presented. Suddenly a bright light opened up from the sealing and the words spoken became clear.
Stanley Woo: Let us bring in the ultimate witness, bring in.... the Maker!
The Maker: Sup.
The Maker: That was a pretty cool fight, Varric. Me and Andraste totally watched it live.
Stanley Woo: Excuse me, Maker. We've brought you here to provide testimony, not stroke Varric's ego.
The Maker: We both know this isn't going to work out in his favor. Why bother saying anything?
Stanley Woo: *sigh*
Just read from the script.The Maker: "I, THE DIVINE MAKER, HAVE DEEMED VARRIC TETHRAS AN ABOMINATION! TASTE FANTASTIC DIVINE JUSTICE, HORRIBLE FIEND!"
The Maker: My breath, these lines are bad.
Stanley Woo: You heard it from the Maker himself! Varric is guilty!
Punishment for a bar brawl is perma-ban!The Maker: Well then... Good luck, Varric. No hard feelings, right? If you're ever near the Black City, feel free to drop by.
The Maker: I'll make Andraste do her famous pot roast, you'd love it.

The moderator's last few words echoed (he was thinking of the pot roast, though there were far more concerning matters at hand.
Like getting banned.) through Varric's mind, could this really be it? Was this to be the end to Varric's adventure already? He sunk into his chair and absorbed everything going around him, everybody in Kirkwall would never see him again. How could he be important in Dragon Age 2 if he's banned here? The moderator turned around and pointed towards Varric, ready to banish him into oblivion. For a faint moment, Varric regained his voice and yelled out!
Varric: Now wait one moment here, this wouldn't be a game if it ended just like this! Imagine the forum complaints!
The moderator lowered his hand, he knew the man had a point. He would never hear the end of it, tears would flood the forums and unlike the writers he doesn't feed off tears. He approached Varric closely and knelt down, gazing him face to face and making sure he was absolutely clear with his offer.
Stanley Woo: The Grey Wardens have lost, Ferelden is doomed. Unless...
Varric: Unless?
Stanley Woo: I'll make you an offer, deal with the Blight. You'll not be permabanned, I'll let you go and you're given an important quest. Live or die, you were given a chance. What do you say?
CHOICES:
I'LL STOP THE BLIGHTHELL NO, PERMABAN ME.
CHOICE: I'LL STOP THE BLIGHT.Varric nods towards the moderator, he knows fully well that the task at hand is suicide but it's better than giving up. Varric will make a name for himself, he will stop this Blight and save Ferelden. The moderator nods at Varric's decision and walks away, contemplating. He whispers to himself a few moments before finally approaching Varric and giving him a bag of equipment.
Stanley Woo: You'll need this. I'm placing you on the off-coast village of Hannen, find safe passage from there. May the Maker watch over you.
The Maker: Oh, I'll be watching. I need a good laugh.
Varric closed his eyes tightly as the moderator placed his hammer on his forehead. slowly opening his eyes, Varric found himself on the shore of an island with a town in the distance, his adventure had begun.
CHOICE: HELL NO, PERMABAN ME.The moderator sighs in disappointment, though he knew what the answer was going to be. Nobody would foolishly try to stop a Blight singlehandedly, it's not like this is a game or anything where such things happen frequently. He raised his hammer high, preparing to strike down on the poor dwarf, before Varric raised his hand to halt the process. A glimmer of hope appeared in the moderator's eye.
Stanley Woo: Changed your mind, have you?
Varric: Nope, just wanting to apologize to the people.
Varric: You all expected a story or something, well I'm sorry. You picked for me to get banned, what do you expect? A "but thou must" scenario? You're silly.
Varric: Pick the other option next time, I'll just be sitting here. Being banned. Thanks to you.
The hammer struck down hard, Varric gasped for a final breath but none ever came. Before realising what happened, Varric was gone.
GAME OVER.
Modifié par Dave of Canada, 26 novembre 2010 - 06:06 .