Band on the Run:(Hawke and company are on the run from Templars in the streets of Lowtown. After losing their pursuers Hawke and Fenris hide in an alleyway.)
Fenris: (sighs) Why are we running from Templars? I thought you said that the Viscount's Letter of Marque gave you total freedom in the city?
Hawke: It doesn't matter. When the damn zealots see a mage that doesn't genuflect before them they tend to get a bit cranky.
Fenris: You don't care for the Circle and its methods?
Hawke: I grew up hearing tales about my family. Tales of Parthalan, who helped to unite Ferelden under King Calenhad. Tales of how my father gave his life for his family. They both carried on the dream of a day when mages could walk freely through Thedas, without being the slaves of an uncaring Chantry. Unfortuately, ignorant sods like Meredith and her cronies don't quite like that idea, so they bully and torment those who escape their grasp.
Fenris: They only seek to keep the use of magic in check. In Tevinter, the power of the Magisters runs rampant, the people suffer, no one should hold dominion like that.
Hawke: I agree with you on that, magic to me is a gift that can be used to help other people. Yet the Chantry depicts those not in its custody as madmen who seek the downfall of all that is right and good in the world. Look at Merrill, she's the sweetest woman in all of Thedas, and yet we had to get Aveline and the City Guard to keep her from being burnt at the stake by the Templars. I just want to be able to live in peace without having to-
Fenris: Run anymore?
Hawke: Exactly, see I
knew there was a reason why we get along.
Fenris: Well despite the fact that you are a mage, you're someone else who knows what its like to be, hunted. Its refreshing to know that I'm not alone anymore.
(Fenris hears the telltale sound of armoured boots striking the ground and draws his blade as he turns around to see who is coming he finds himself face to face with Meredith)Meredith: We meet again Hawke. Please tell your servant to stand down.
Hawke: He is no servant this man in a part of my retinue as dictated by the Viscount. His Letter of Marque clealy states-
Meredith: Nothing of the sort. You are an apostate, no fancy papers can shield you from justice. The words of the Viscout ring hollow, he remains in power simply because my superiors allow it, you remain free because I allow it, there is now power that can hide what you are apostate, for mine is the highest power in the land.
Hawke:
(clenching fist) You are a tyrant, you treat honest men and women with magic as criminals, and incarcerate them for crimes that they have not committed. You and the rest of your followers are lauded as heroes when all you are Meredith are thugs with inflated egos. Someone should put you in your place.
Meredith: Try me apostate, I have brought those with more bravado to their knees. You will know-
(finds that Fenris is now holding his blade to her neck)
Fenris: As have I. Right now you have a choice Templar, call off your lackeys and we will leave in peace whist you may leave with your bravado undamaged. However I must warn you that while I can also offer you a quick death, my friend here may not be so accomodating.
Meredith: You dare to threated a Knight-Commander? You will release me at once, you do not know what you trifle with elf.
Fenris: (
deadpan) Neither do you. Have you ever faced a Magister of the Tevinter Imperium? Few have, and even fewer have lived to tell the tale. However I have had such an experience, and I have killed many men who march in the name of one such man. They know what I am, and yet they continue to march to their deaths. Do you in your ignorance seek the same fate?
(Draws the blade closer to Meredith's neck)Meredith: No.
(yelling out to her men) There's no one here! Tell the men to break off the searches in this area and redouble the efforts in Undertown!
(To Hawke) We will meet again apostate, perhaps next time you won't need an elf to protect you.
Hawke: Good day Knight-Commander.
(sees Meredith walk away) And good riddance.
Fenris: (Sheathing sword) That was quite an spirited conversation. Might I recomend returing to Hightown? Someplace where the Viscount's men can keep the Templars out of our hair?
Hawke: Good idea, I've had enough running for one day.
Modifié par Dr. Doctor, 05 février 2011 - 04:38 .