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[Jaarlitar]

Here be something I drew at work today. Poor Fenris got to be the target of my shading practise.

[Grumpy young man]

No wonder why Fenris is leaving all enraged, guy was losing before they even began the game since he's got no shoes.

[Deliciously-Demonic]

Most unfortunate that he did leave, if I do say so myself.

[Weltea]

Most Definitely Sane wrote...


I think he probably met Hawke after when he went with Isabela.
Or maybe met Hawke for a few brief moments and then after Awakenings joined the party?

BUT the epilogue in Awakenings says he found friends at the Grey Wardens and stayed with them. It could of course still be possible for him to  later meet Hawke BUT it is possible to have Anders die during Awakening,and since Bioware let's use import save games wouldn't it be ridiculous to have a character that some meet and some don't depending on what save they imported?
So,I'd think that if it's him,Hawke probably meets him before Awakening but then there's the problem that Anders got just caught after yet another try to escape the mage's tower...where he at least tried to stay. Again taking away time he could have spent with Hawke.
That means he either spents very little time with Hawke early in the game,or only meets him very very late in the game or it isn't him at all.
(Wasn't that just extremely helpful? I'm so glad that have cleared that all up for everybody)

[tankgirly]

Hhahahah, aimo did an aftermath of Pseudo's Strip Poker!

[Eternally Faithful]

Dr. Doctor wrote...

Not by Isabela's rules. In Isabela's poker there is only one rule: Isabela wins.

On another note, Anders and Fenris could be funny:

Fenris: So you're an apostate?

Anders: Well that's what the Chantry says, why ask?

Fenris: You don't seem, well, very apostate-like.

Anders: Oh I get it. Just because I'm not a Circle mage I must obviously enjoy running about town eating babies whilst laughing maniacally and making it rain frogs or somesuch nonsense. I don't do that. Now, making it rain cats, that's my kind of thing.

Fenris: That's preposterous. There's no way that anyone, mage or not could make it rain...(Ser Pounce-a-Lot lands on Fenris' head with a light thud.)

Anders: Oh there you are Ser Pounce-a-Lot! I wondered where you had gone to, good kitty! (pets Ser Pounce-a-Lot)

Fenris: (muttering under his breath) I hate mages.

So they'd be like Zev and Alistair? Does that mean Varric would be Oghren, banter-wise?

[Deliciously-Demonic]

Eternally Faithful wrote...

Dr. Doctor wrote...

Not by Isabela's rules. In Isabela's poker there is only one rule: Isabela wins.

On another note, Anders and Fenris could be funny:

Fenris: So you're an apostate?

Anders: Well that's what the Chantry says, why ask?

Fenris: You don't seem, well, very apostate-like.

Anders: Oh I get it. Just because I'm not a Circle mage I must obviously enjoy running about town eating babies whilst laughing maniacally and making it rain frogs or somesuch nonsense. I don't do that. Now, making it rain cats, that's my kind of thing.

Fenris: That's preposterous. There's no way that anyone, mage or not could make it rain...(Ser Pounce-a-Lot lands on Fenris' head with a light thud.)

Anders: Oh there you are Ser Pounce-a-Lot! I wondered where you had gone to, good kitty! (pets Ser Pounce-a-Lot)

Fenris: (muttering under his breath) I hate mages.

So they'd be like Zev and Alistair? Does that mean Varric would be Oghren, banter-wise?

I really, really hope so. 

Even better; if Fenris is an LI, Izzie and Varric try to give him 'The Talk' once they realize something's going on between him and Hawke.
I will die of a mixture of joy and embarresment for the poor elf boy. 

[Aristorum]

Shameless self promotion ahoy!

[Eternally Faithful]

Aristorum wrote...




Shameless self promotion ahoy!

D'AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW LOOK AT FENRIS

But where's FemHawke?...

Modifié par Eternally Faithful, 06 février 2011 - 08:01 .

[Dr. Doctor]

Deliciously-Demonic wrote...

Even better; if Fenris is an LI, Izzie and Varric try to give him 'The Talk' once they realize something's going on between him and Hawke.
I will die of a mixture of joy and embarresment for the poor elf boy. 

Isabela: So I hear that you and Hawke are bringing the ship into port.

Fenris: What?

Varric: You know, filling the barrel.

Fenris: I am not quite sure that I follow.

Isabela: (Sighs) Dropping anchor?

Varric: Telling the forbidden tale?

Isabela: Manning the helm?

Varric: Laying pipe?

Isabela: Turning the rudder?

Varric: Tripping the light fantastic? (notices Isabela is staring at him) In bed?

Isabela: Varric, I have told some bad ones in my day, but that was horrible.

Fenris: What are you two even talking about?

Varric and Isabela: (at the same time) You don't know?

[Eternally Faithful]

Dr. Doctor wrote...

Deliciously-Demonic wrote...

Even better; if Fenris is an LI, Izzie and Varric try to give him 'The Talk' once they realize something's going on between him and Hawke.
I will die of a mixture of joy and embarresment for the poor elf boy. 

Isabela: So I hear that you and Hawke are bringing the ship into port.

Fenris: What?

Varric: You know, filling the barrel.

Fenris: I am not quite sure that I follow.

Isabela: (Sighs) Dropping anchor?

Varric: Telling the forbidden tale?

Isabela: Manning the helm?

Varric: Laying pipe?

Isabela: Turning the rudder?

Varric: Tripping the light fantastic? (notices Isabela is staring at him) In bed?

Isabela: Varric, I have told some bad ones in my day, but that was horrible.

Fenris: What are you two even talking about?

Varric and Isabela: (at the same time) You don't know?

It'd be even funnier if Hawke herself joined in:

Hawke: Don't forget 'filling the sails'.

Varric: Ooo, nice one!

Fenris: I give up.

Modifié par Eternally Faithful, 06 février 2011 - 08:45 .

[MorningBird]

The aaaart! I like it. :3

[Dr. Doctor]

Cave:

Carver: I can't believe it. Chased out of our own home by the Templars. (points at Hawke) All because you trusted the Viscount's word. He said he'd keep us safe! Now look at us! We're living in a sodding cave like animals.

Fenris: Carver I suggest that you be silent.

Carver: Or what? Its always be quiet Carver, do this Carver do that Carver! Well I've had it with being told what to do! I say we rally the party and take back our homes in Kirkwall from the Templars!

Fenris: And get ourselves killed? I say we should wait and plan out our next move. What power the Viscount has to his name is limited. But there are other halls of power that we carry influence in.

Varric: I'm with the elf on this one, I've got people within the city walls who can get us information and Hawke has some pull with the Coterie. We could wreak a little havoc with that. If we can put Meredith's people under enough pressure a quick strike from us could put her people back in their place.

Carver: Or we could use the stipend that we earned to hire mercenaries that will aid us. Plus there are all sorts of raiders and other cutthroats who would like to see the Chantry driven out of the city. I say we use that desire to help us out.

Hawke: Carver we just want our homes back. What you are proposing is all-out war, what do you suppose will happen if we did manage to drive Meredith and the rest of her order out of the city? A victory parade? No, I'll tell you what will happen word will reach the Divine that Kirkwall has fallen, and next thing you know we'll have a horde of zealots storming Kirkwall in an Exalted March! I agree with Fenris, we should use what sway we have in Kirkwall to get us back in without too much hassle.

Carver: You think that we can just shove Meredith back into place? You think she'll just go "Oh well they sure showed me!" and just let things go? She's a threat sister, she'll just keep coming after us no matter what! And yet here you are ready to accept a plan that won't work simply because the man who came up with it is sleeping with you!

Hawke: (Clenches fist) That's enough Carver!

Carver: Yes it is. I have had enough of being told what to do, I intend to take back my home with you or without you, I will ensure that we are never threatened again! Who will stand with me? (the party remains silent) Fine then, I'll see you on the other side. (Carver walks out of the cave Hawke stands to chase after him only to feel Fenris' hand on her shoulder)

Fenris: Let him go.

Hawke: He's going to get himself killed! I've got to...

Fenris: Let him go. He's lost his home to a tyrant. He's got a right to be angry, he just needs some time to get himself straightened out. Believe me, I have felt that way before.

Hawke: (sighs) Alright. You know I didn't approve of your plan just because we...

Fenris: I know.

Varric: Well then, now that we're done with all the yelling, I say we go to one of the outlying villages and find ourselves a taven.

Fenris: You can't seriously be thinking of drink at a time like this can you?

Varric: I'm not talking about drinking elf, I'm talking about information. If we want our little scheme to succede we're going to need to establish contacts outside of the city.

Hawke: Well, then what are we waiting for?

[Maloneyberry]

Dr. Doctor wrote...

Cave:

*snip*

Just wanted to delurk and say that this (as well as your other vignettes) is totally awesome and I want to know what happens.

Hope that wasn't too creepy, I'll go back to lurking again.

[tankgirly]

Dr. Doctor wrote...

Cave:

Carver: I can't believe it. Chased out of our own home by the Templars. (points at Hawke) All because you trusted the Viscount's word. He said he'd keep us safe! Now look at us! We're living in a sodding cave like animals.

Fenris: Carver I suggest that you be silent.

Carver: Or what? Its always be quiet Carver, do this Carver do that Carver! Well I've had it with being told what to do! I say we rally the party and take back our homes in Kirkwall from the Templars!

Fenris: And get ourselves killed? I say we should wait and plan out our next move. What power the Viscount has to his name is limited. But there are other halls of power that we carry influence in.

Varric: I'm with the elf on this one, I've got people within the city walls who can get us information and Hawke has some pull with the Coterie. We could wreak a little havoc with that. If we can put Meredith's people under enough pressure a quick strike from us could put her people back in their place.

Carver: Or we could use the stipend that we earned to hire mercenaries that will aid us. Plus there are all sorts of raiders and other cutthroats who would like to see the Chantry driven out of the city. I say we use that desire to help us out.

Hawke: Carver we just want our homes back. What you are proposing is all-out war, what do you suppose will happen if we did manage to drive Meredith and the rest of her order out of the city? A victory parade? No, I'll tell you what will happen word will reach the Divine that Kirkwall has fallen, and next thing you know we'll have a horde of zealots storming Kirkwall in an Exalted March! I agree with Fenris, we should use what sway we have in Kirkwall to get us back in without too much hassle.

Carver: You think that we can just shove Meredith back into place? You think she'll just go "Oh well they sure showed me!" and just let things go? She's a threat sister, she'll just keep coming after us no matter what! And yet here you are ready to accept a plan that won't work simply because the man who came up with it is sleeping with you!

Hawke: (Clenches fist) That's enough Carver!

Carver: Yes it is. I have had enough of being told what to do, I intend to take back my home with you or without you, I will ensure that we are never threatened again! Who will stand with me? (the party remains silent) Fine then, I'll see you on the other side. (Carver walks out of the cave Hawke stands to chase after him only to feel Fenris' hand on her shoulder)

Fenris: Let him go.

Hawke: He's going to get himself killed! I've got to...

Fenris: Let him go. He's lost his home to a tyrant. He's got a right to be angry, he just needs some time to get himself straightened out. Believe me, I have felt that way before.

Hawke: (sighs) Alright. You know I didn't approve of your plan just because we...

Fenris: I know.

Varric: Well then, now that we're done with all the yelling, I say we go to one of the outlying villages and find ourselves a taven.

Fenris: You can't seriously be thinking of drink at a time like this can you?

Varric: I'm not talking about drinking elf, I'm talking about information. If we want our little scheme to succede we're going to need to establish contacts outside of the city.

Hawke: Well, then what are we waiting for?

This is filed.

[tankgirly]

TheSquadette wrote...

So my blackout lasted like...two days, but I can't help myself. Here's a prompt fill for Time, do forgive me for it.

Just Give it Time

“Don't move” the uncharacteristic authority in the voice was what really made Hawke freeze, foot half way in the air.

“Fenris?” she asked, “something the matter?”

“Step back,” was all he said, and so she complied, placing her raised foot behind her, turning slowly. “Thank you,” he said gruffly, pushing past her lightly to kneel down. Hawke blinked once in surprise before leaning down, front almost pressed against Fenris' back.

He was focused on a tiny sprouting flower, half wilted by the lack of nutrients to be found on Kirkwall's street. Fenris' face was oddly blank, a look Hawke recognized, one meaning there was a memory just out of reach. “Fenris?” her voice was softer as she placed a careful hand on his shoulder. He didn't shrug it off, instead gently
stroking the tiny violet petals.

“I don't know why I did that,” he said honestly, a bit bitterly, “if you don't step on it someone else will.”

“Oh I don't know,” Hawke said in consideration, “this is Lowtown, I don't think anyone will mind if I tear up a few cobble stones.”

“That is not necessary,” Fenris said, or rather tried to say, but Hawke had already managed to pry one of the stones up.

“I think it is,” she told him, grinning as she carefully wiggled the tiny flower, tugging it free from the ground. “We can plant this back home,” she said, standing as Fenris replaced the stone, patting it down as if he felt a little guilty about it. “I'm surprised you noticed it,” she said conversationally as they walkeddown the empty street, “dusk doesn't make for particularly good lighting.”

Fenris looked up at that, not because he was unaware of the fact it was nightfall and more out of reflex, the knowledge that when Hawke mentions something it is best to look at it ingrained after nine
years. The sky at it's farthest reaches was blue-black, descending into the sun's last push, a fiery red orange lining the far horizon. “It felt important,” he told her finally, and she nodded, hands still cupped around the failing little plant.

Back at the Hawke estate Fenris obediently followed his leader as she skirted the edge of the building, opening the gate for her into the small walled off garden. She surveyed it only for a moment, taking in the retreating blooms, ready to sleep for the night, before heading to one of the walls. A few centimetres away she dug a tiny hole with her finger, placing the violet bloom's roots into it, patting the soil back down around it. “We'll give it some water and let nature do the rest,” she said confidently.

“It is very small Hawke,” Fenris said dubiously, “and half dead, I don't think you want it in your garden.” He paused, thinking. “I don't think your mother wants it in her garden.”

“Sure she will,” Hawke said easily, “they're lalias,” she said, “mother loves them. We got bigger ones in Lothering, but these ones climb.”

“You know about plants,” Fenris said, following her into the house.

“I grew up outside of a tiny town, of course I do,” she replied, laughing slightly, “and I know that flower will be beautiful.”

“Of course,” Fenris said, obviously not believing her. Hawke smiled, shaking her head.

“Trust me Fenris,” she said, “they're plants, they just need time.”

Two years later

Hawke entered the tiny garden silently, breathing in the smell of flowers, tension leeching out of her shoulders as she closed the slightly rusty gate behind her. She surveyed the little space, taking in the red roses and vibrantly green ferns, before her gaze turned to the purple covered east wall. Smiling sadly she approached the flowers,
gently coaxing a small bunch up to her nose, breathing deeply.

“I told you they just needed time,” she said softly, voice barely a whisper. Around her leaves rustled in a sudden breeze and she chuckled sadly. “Turns out we didn't have it though, did we?” The
breeze rustled again and she let the blooms return to their normal place, running a hand through her hair. “I don't regret it at all Fenris,” she said softly, “not a second of it.”

The breeze sways the climbing flowers, causing a waft of their sweet scent and she looked up at the blue sky almost accusingly, “you'll learn to trust me some day,” she told her invisible watcher, “you just need the time.” This time the breeze brought the sound of childrens laughter and she shook her head, her own laughter freer
than before, happier. “Laugh it up Fenris,” she said, turning to the door, “it'll only take time for it to happen.” As she opened the door the breeze blew again, and it almost seemed like an agreement.

And I totally made up those flowers, just so we're all clear. You can decide for yourself why Fenris thought it important.

edit for formatting.

Missed this. thanks for Inicole for the head up.

[tankgirly]

lnicol1900 wrote...

Okay. Here's my story prompt for Time.

The elf kept his head bowed and stared fearfully at the ground, his black fringe trembling before his eyes as much as he himself was. He had done it this time, he knew it. He’d crossed that line that he should never have been near. And now, he was going to pay the price.

“Please forgive me, Master,” he whispered pleadingly. “I will do as you order, and I will not slight against you ever again. I swear this, Master, please forgive.”

He knew it was hopeless, but he could not stop himself from trying. Even now, he waited for the hand that would strike him and order him to be silent. He yearned for it almost, just to prove that he would be true to his word.

“I am glad to hear that,” the Master stated, making the elf look up slightly in surprise before remembering his place and staring back down at the floor. “You have shown spirit, and I think that may be exactly what I’ve been missing in my work.”

“Master…?” he asked, one part surprised, one part hopeful, and eight parts terrified.

“This is your chance to prove your worth to me,” the Master continued. “You will assist me in my work. If you perform admirably, I will consider all past transgressions forgotten.”

“I will not disappoint you, Master,” the elf promised, relieved at being given a second chance.

---***---

Fenris leant against the walls of his cell, the cool stone easing the pain that burned in his skin. His body shook from the shock and he stared blankly at the silvery white lines that flowed across his skin. His hair, both black and silver, fell in front of his face, quivering slightly as he did.

His mind was numb of everything apart from the fearful wondering of when his master would come for him, to place more silver lines on his body. He was always afraid that the next set of lines would be the last, and that he wouldn’t be able to take the pain and die. But, while he was in that room, with the lines being burnt into him, he would fear that he would live through it.

The other slaves, the ones that were like him, only not covered in lines, they would stare at him for a moment, and then turn away. Some would look at him sorrowfully, like they pitied him. Other looked expectantly at him, as if they thought he should know them, but that was impossible. He didn’t know them… did he?

He raised his eyes to look up at the tiny window that let the morning light in. They would be coming soon.

---***---

With one final swipe, the last target was dead, and Fenris sheathed his sword. His body trembled from the exertion, his silver hair moving gently in the light breeze. He stood silently, unmoving, waiting for his next order. As he waited, he stared at what he had destroyed.

It was a man, a human like his master, wearing armour that bore an unfamiliar crest. His master had ordered the man killed, and he had done so without hesitation. But, as he looked at the blank face, he wondered why he had been ordered to kill. The man was no one as far as he was concerned, and had not even challenged his master.

His mind suddenly disquiet, he thought through every action, every kill. He had always done as his master ordered, and there had never been any explanation, no meaning to the death he had caused. And when the day was done, he was sent back to the cell they kept him in with a meagre meal and forgot about him until he was needed again.

“No more…” he whispered to himself. “No more.”

---***---

The street ran red with the blood of the bounty hunters, and Fenris felt no regret. At the expense of the lives of those men, he had saved many more from the horror of slavery. He would feel no regret.

His mind still on edge from the confrontation, he spun round upon hearing the sound of boots on cobblestone, a hand instinctively on the handle of his weapon. He saw a human woman, armed and armoured, staring at him. She didn’t seem fazed by his aggressive stance, a smirk lying firmly on her face.

“Remind me never to ****** you off,” she called jovially. “Did you leave any of them alive?”

“What’s it to you?” he demanded.

“Well, it’s come to our attention that there’s a little bit of slavery going on here,” she explained, motioning to the small group behind her. “We thought we’d come and remind them that such activities are illegal in the Free Marches, and then, kindly ask them to release everyone they’ve captured and find another occupation.”

“And if the slavers say no?” he asked, sceptical of woman’s plans.

“Why do you think we brought weapons?” She shot back, smirking. “So, did you leave any of this group alive? Finding their hideout will be so much easier if someone gives us directions.”

“I know where they’re stationed,” Fenris stated factually.

“Interesting…” the woman smiled conspiringly, before looking at the carnage around him. “You’re quite talented with a blade, and you took out this slaver’s raid group quite easily. Would you like to tag along and help?”

Fenris didn’t reply, uneasy at the woman’s casualness towards him. He had only been free for a few months, and her eagerness for him join made him suspicious of walking into a trap. His former master would no doubt want him back, and he had already faced a group of bounty hunters that had come to reclaim him.

And yet, when he looked into her eyes, he realised that he could only see respect. She respected his abilities, and she respected him. The thought was more than a little baffling.

“You don’t even know me, and I don’t know you,” he countered. “Why would you ask for my help, and why should I give it?”

“I’m here to get the job done, preferably as quickly and as cleanly as possible,” she explained. “You can handle yourself in a fight and you say you know where the slavers are. I’m willing to go on a bit of faith. As for why you should help me… well, it looks like we’re here for the same thing. We both win.”

He stared at her. He could tell by her open expression that she indeed meant only to stop the slavers. He had been taking them out whenever he saw them, but she was going to stop the operations altogether. It was, he hated to admit, something he wouldn’t be able to accomplish on his own.

“Very well,” he agreed finally.

“Great,” the woman chirped brightly. “The name’s Hawke, by the way. Leanne Hawke.”

“Fenris,” he replied.

“Fenris,” she echoed. “Lead the way. Let’s get these bastards.”

He turned and began walking in the direction he had seen successful raids go. He looked over his shoulder to see Hawke and her companions join him, keeping a respectful distance behind him. With a pleasantly odd feeling bubbling up in his chest, he led the group.

His time with these people, he could already tell, was going to be interesting indeed.

Miss this one, too.

[Dr. Doctor]

Sibongale wrote...
Just wanted to delurk and say that this (as well as your other vignettes) is totally awesome and I want to know what happens.

Done.

Cave pt.2:
(A Tavern outside of Kirkwall six weeks after Hawke and the party fled Kirkwall)

Varric: The Coterie reports that their agents have secured food and arms shipments that were to go to the Templar barracks in the city. Now that supplies have started to dry up, the Order has started a trade contract with House Tethras. That bean-counting brother of mine is only providing them with a fraction of what they need to get by.

Isabela: I've called in a few favors with some of my friends from the old days. As it stands now, we can have a naval blockade set up at the entrance to the city harbor up in about a week. Any reinforcements that the Order might want to call in will have to be sent through the mountains, this should buy us some time when we spring into action.

Sebastian: I've managed to talk to Grand Cleric Elthina. She is a gentle soul who disapproves of how Meredith throws her power around within the city. She has been in correspondence with the Divine in Orlais, petitioning him for a new Knight-Commander. Meredith will be treading carefully while she is under the scrutiny of her superiors.

Hawke: Thank you, all of you. I can only say that I hope that we can all return home. For now we wait but the time to strike is quickly drawing near. (Hawke sees Aveline enter the Tavern carrying a familiar looking man)

Aveline: (Tossing the man into a seat) Found this one beaten up outside of the city gates. Figured that he'd gone and done something foolish. Now lad is there anything you want to say to your sister?

Carver: I was an idiot for going off and trying to fight my way through the city. (Aveline nudges Carver with her elbow) And for not thinking things through. I am just sick of the world thinking that it can kick us around, first from Lothering, and then from Kirkwall. I just want to apologize for acting like a fool, and that I want to help this plan of yours to work out.

Hawke: (hugs Carver) I was an idiot too. You're just not my kid brother anymore, your a man, and well I just seem to keep forgetting that you can take care of yourself. I just keep worrying that you'll go and get yourself hurt, you thickhead.

Isabela: Well then, now that we know that the two of you are both stubborn idiots let's get back to the task at hand. We do have a sneaky operation to be planning here.

(A week later the party has managed to infiltrate the city of Kirkwall and has mounted a strike against the local Templar barracks after a fight through the outer walls of the compound Hawke and her party has mananged to make it into the Order's inner sanctum)

Hawke: We're almost to the main tower! Where in the Maker's name is Fenris!

Varric: (reloading Bianca) Damned if I know!

(Suddenly the death screams of Templar footsoldiers is heard coming from the other side of the sanctum's courtyard. Appearing out of the chaos is Fenris, who is covered in blood from head to toe)

Fenris: I apologize, I got a little bogged down by some reinforcements at the southeren gates of the compound. (Notices Hawke is uninjured) It is good to see you well my dear.

Hawke: Nice to see you too sweetheart. Now that we've managed to breach the inner sanctum we should be able to persuade Meredith to...

Meredith: (walking into the courtyard with fifty Templars at her her back) Oh I don't think you're in any position to be persuading me to do anything. I must say Hawke, you are nothing if not persistent. Now, if you are quite finished I'd like to have some peace and quiet restored to my city.

Hawke: You will have it if you and your men allow my friends and I to return to the city and continue our work under the Viscount. You had no right to remove us from the city, and I am within my rights to live here by the laws of Kirkwall and the ruling of the...

Meredith: (sighs) Viscount? My dear Hawke, do we really need to have this discussion again. In Kirkwall the Viscount only remains in power because my Order wills it, your meddling was tolerated because my Order willed it, and the will of my Order is what prevented me from leaving this Maker-forsaken city to hunt you down. I now see that letting you live was a mistake, one that I intend to rectify (yelling) Seize them! (nothing happens) I said seize them! (turns to see a combined force of Kirkwall City Guards and Coterie agents surrounding her forces)

Hawke: Looks like I'll be the one who is doing the willing around here. Luckily for you I am feeling benevolent right now so I'll give you a choice, allow my people to live in the city and I shall leave you to your affairs or die.

Meredith: You will not kill me, I fall my superiors will send an Exalted March to this city to reclaim the Order's hold.

Grand Cleric Elthina: (entering the courtyard) No such thing shall happen Knight-Commander. The city has withered under your iron fist, You bring shame to an order who was founded to protect the peoples of this land, not to enslave them. As I see things, it's high time the city found itself a new leader of its Templars.

Hawke: Remember what you said all those years ago about answering to a higher power? Well guess what? Mine's higher.

(the scene cuts to show Varric and Cassandra)

Varric: And so ended the tale of how the Champion freed Kirkwall from Meredith's reign of terror.

Cassandra: It would appear that the Champion is quite charismatic to rally such a varied assortment of allies to her cause.

Varric: Its surprising what you can do with a kind word Chuckles.

Cassandra: (Pointing her dagger at Varric) What did you call me dwarf?

Varric: Nothing, by the way, have I ever told you about the time when Aveline and Hawke....

Modifié par Dr. Doctor, 07 février 2011 - 03:25 .

[Deliciously-Demonic]

Ask and ye shall recieve.

And am I ever glad twas asked.



Doctor, that was epic!

[Maloneyberry]

Dr. Doctor wrote...

Sibongale wrote...
Just wanted to delurk and say that this (as well as your other vignettes) is totally awesome and I want to know what happens.

Done.

Cave pt.2:[i]
*snip*

My hero!

[tankgirly]

Dr. Doctor wrote...

Sibongale wrote...
Just wanted to delurk and say that this (as well as your other vignettes) is totally awesome and I want to know what happens.

Done.

Cave pt.2:
(A Tavern outside of Kirkwall six weeks after Hawke and the party fled Kirkwall)

Varric: The Coterie reports that their agents have secured food and arms shipments that were to go to the Templar barracks in the city. Now that supplies have started to dry up, the Order has started a trade contract with House Tethras. That bean-counting brother of mine is only providing them with a fraction of what they need to get by.

Isabela: I've called in a few favors with some of my friends from the old days. As it stands now, we can have a naval blockade set up at the entrance to the city harbor up in about a week. Any reinforcements that the Order might want to call in will have to be sent through the mountains, this should buy us some time when we spring into action.

Sebastian: I've managed to talk to Grand Cleric Elthina. She is a gentle soul who disapproves of how Meredith throws her power around within the city. She has been in correspondence with the Divine in Orlais, petitioning him for a new Knight-Commander. Meredith will be treading carefully while she is under the scrutiny of her superiors.

Hawke: Thank you, all of you. I can only say that I hope that we can all return home. For now we wait but the time to strike is quickly drawing near. (Hawke sees Aveline enter the Tavern carrying a familiar looking man)

Aveline: (Tossing the man into a seat) Found this one beaten up outside of the city gates. Figured that he'd gone and done something foolish. Now lad is there anything you want to say to your sister?

Carver: I was an idiot for going off and trying to fight my way through the city. (Aveline nudges Carver with her elbow) And for not thinking things through. I am just sick of the world thinking that it can kick us around, first from Lothering, and then from Kirkwall. I just want to apologize for acting like a fool, and that I want to help this plan of yours to work out.

Hawke: (hugs Carver) I was an idiot too. You're just not my kid brother anymore, your a man, and well I just seem to keep forgetting that you can take care of yourself. I just keep worrying that you'll go and get yourself hurt, you thickhead.

Isabela: Well then, now that we know that the two of you are both stubborn idiots let's get back to the task at hand. We do have a sneaky operation to be planning here.

(A week later the party has managed to infiltrate the city of Kirkwall and has mounted a strike against the local Templar barracks after a fight through the outer walls of the compound Hawke and her party has mananged to make it into the Order's inner sanctum)

Hawke: We're almost to the main tower! Where in the Maker's name is Fenris!

Varric: (reloading Bianca) Damned if I know!

(Suddenly the death screams of Templar footsoldiers is heard coming from the other side of the sanctum's courtyard. Appearing out of the chaos is Fenris, who is covered in blood from head to toe)

Fenris: I apologize, I got a little bogged down by some reinforcements at the southeren gates of the compound. (Notices Hawke is uninjured) It is good to see you well my dear.

Hawke: Nice to see you too sweetheart. Now that we've managed to breach the inner sanctum we should be able to persuade Meredith to...

Meredith: (walking into the courtyard with fifty Templars at her her back) Oh I don't think you're in any position to be persuading me to do anything. I must say Hawke, you are nothing if not persistent. Now, if you are quite finished I'd like to have some peace and quiet restored to my city.

Hawke: You will have it if you and your men allow my friends and I to return to the city and continue our work under the Viscount. You had no right to remove us from the city, and I am within my rights to live here by the laws of Kirkwall and the ruling of the...

Meredith: (sighs) Viscount? My dear Hawke, do we really need to have this discussion again. In Kirkwall the Viscount only remains in power because my Order wills it, your meddling was tolerated because my Order willed it, and the will of my Order is what prevented me from leaving this Maker-forsaken city to hunt you down. I now see that letting you live was a mistake, one that I intend to rectify (yelling) Seize them! (nothing happens) I said seize them! (turns to see a combined force of Kirkwall City Guards and Coterie agents surrounding her forces)

Hawke: Looks like I'll be the one who is doing the willing around here. Luckily for you I am feeling benevolent right now so I'll give you a choice, allow my people to live in the city and I shall leave you to your affairs or die.

Meredith: You will not kill me, I fall my superiors will send an Exalted March to this city to reclaim the Order's hold.

Grand Cleric Elthina: (entering the courtyard) No such thing shall happen Knight-Commander. The city has withered under your iron fist, You bring shame to an order who was founded to protect the peoples of this land, not to enslave them. As I see things, it's high time the city found itself a new leader of its Templars.

Hawke: Remember what you said all those years ago about answering to a higher power? Well guess what? Mine's higher.

(the scene cuts to show Varric and Cassandra)

Varric: And so ended the tale of how the Champion freed Kirkwall from Meredith's reign of terror.

Cassandra: It would appear that the Champion is quite charismatic to rally such a varied assortment of allies to her cause.

Varric: Its surprising what you can do with a kind word Chuckles.

Cassandra: (Pointing her dagger at Varric) What did you call me dwarf?

Varric: Nothing, by the way, have I ever told you about the time when Aveline and Hawke....

Another lovely job done!

Filed.

[Dr. Doctor]

While in this case I have Meredith as a hard-ass compassionless tyrant of a woman. She is written by Dave. This means that Meredith will most likely take the image I have of her in my head, and then beat me with it.



I went into DAO expecting to hate Morrigan, and I did. Then I did her romance and fell in love with her character. And then got beaten upside the head with the whole dark ritual. To me that's how Dave sort of works, I start out hating his characters, then I really like them, and then they go and tear out my heart



To keep things on track do you guys suppose that Dave will pull the rug out from under us again with Fenris?

[lonewolfxxx]

Dr. Doctor wrote...

To keep things on track do you guys suppose that Dave will pull the rug out from under us again with Fenris?

Rug? No no no, he'll pull the Earth's crust from under us. I know it. 

[Liyros]

I'm going to say it's more likely to be tragic with Fenris based soley on precedence. David's just so good at tugging on my heart strings that I almost look forward to possible/inevitable turmoil in Fenris' story as the plot progresses.