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[Dr. Doctor]

The party is walking through The Gallows. Anders is clenching and unclenching his fist whilst muttering to himself in an almost unheard conversation. Merrill is uncharacteristically quet, and Hawke is staring at the ground, almost as if she wishes to ignore her surroundings.

Fenris: What is this place?

Hawke: Not now Fenris.

Fenris: You are not yourself, clearly there is something about this place that upsets you, what is it?

Anders: What is it? What is it? I'll tell you what it is, this is where the Chantry keeps its pet Mages under lock and key, where they place us so that they can lie to the common folk of the horrors of magic. This is where they pen us up in the old slave's quarters and force us to finance their oppression of our bretheren! And I will not stand...(inhales deeply) Breathe Anders...breathe, can't have our lodger getting his dander up now can we?

Fenris: Wait, they keep mages here?

Hawke: Fenris, we'll talk later.

Fenris:  There's something you're not telling me.

Merrill: (angrily) Fenris, we have other places to be right now,  why do you have to be so nosy? Can't we just walk in peace?

Fenris: What is it about everyone today? Is it something I said?

Hawke: Look, we'll talk later, but right now, this...this place isn't safe. Not for us at least. There's Templars everywhere. When we get to the Hanged Man I'll tell you more.

[bsbcaer]

kitterkat wrote...

Dr. Doctor wrote...

Hawke: I'll give you fifty sovereigns for the elf.

Merchant: Fifty? That's robbery. Look at him, he's got highly detailed pinstriping, and he comes with the underglow option. Clearly an elf of this caliber is worth more along the lines of a hundred sovereigns.

Hawke: A hundred?! You can't be serious, does he at least come with a warranty?

Merchant: Lady, I'll ask you this. What will it take for me to sell you this fine elf today?

Hawke: How about a test drive? (Isabela snickers)

Fenris: I hate my life.

or it could go like this 
   first four lines
   Hawke: Or i could just kill you and be done with this ( hawke pull out one of her twin blades stabs the slaver and then pulls out the blade and throws it into the chest of one of the other slavers. Then the group kills the slaver)
   Fenris: Don't pretend to work with slavers again Night.Please.


 thats how i think it might go

(Templars and City Guard Appear)

City Guard Captain: Excuse me ma'am, you're going to have to come with us.

Hawke:  But, huh, why?

CGC:  You've committed murder in front of most of the baazar.  Please come quietly and we'll see about getting you a solicitor

Hawke:  But...he's a....what the??

Aveline:  Go with them Hawke, we'll figure something out

(Several days pass, Scene fades to temporary gallows set up in Low Town)

Hangman:  Do you have any last words?

Hawke:  Don't kill anyone in plain sight unless they attack you first, then it's self defence; if you do kill someone first, take care of the witnesses; and above all, never ever EVER let your brother defend you in court!

[Addai]

dangereusegirl wrote...

I have this mental image of Hawke showing Fen the... nicer aspects of magic.

It would take a lot of trust for him to be intimate with a mage at all, I imagine.  Thinking about the dialogue you can have with Teagan about how it would take a brave man to marry a mage.  You can forget because our PCs are just that awesome, but in the mage origin you saw that apprentice trying to cast a fireball and the instructor talking about injuries, and Alistair talking about the mental control that templar abilities take, and that's not even counting a blood mage's ability to control minds.  If you'd been exploited by mages, it would hard to convince yourself that you weren't going to be manipulated by another one.

Modifié par Addai67, 12 février 2011 - 05:56 .

[Deliciously-Demonic]

I'm planning on a big story for the prompts 'Anders' and 'Chantry.' For now, have some nice Flowers

When she first met him, she first noticed how he smelled. Not the musky scent of cologne that surrounded Varric. Not the smell of sweat, lyrium and demons that followed Anders. Fenris, she had noticed with a blush, smelled like forests, freedom...flowers. Not the most manly scent, but Faline Hawke had never liked so-called 'manly-men.' But then again, the mage was just odd like that. She distinctly remembered his smell; lavender, violets, and a hint of cinniamon.



They say the mind thinks crazy things under stress.

Her magic wasn't working, Maker, why wouldn't the wounds heal?!

Faline now knew just how true that was.

Carver grabbed her shoulders and tried to pull her away from him. Why?! Why was her brother doing this?! Did he want him to die?!

It was funny, how she thought of how he smelled.

"Faline. Stop. You'll get yourself addled, all that lyrium you're taking. He's gone."

Fenris didn't smell like freedom any more.

The lavenders, the violets, the cinniamon...it was all over-powered by the stench of death.



On his grave, she placed a bundle of lavenders and violets, sprinkling cinniamon over them.

Carver had quietly inquired if she'd gone mad.

Anders said it was because of her grief.

They never knew. She would never tell them.

Those flowers meant the world to her. She couldn't expect them too understand why. They wouldn't understand anyways.

She still remembered how that smell had wrapped around her that first night. It would never leave her memory; not until Fenris himself evaporated from her knowledge would she forget.

I know, it's all angsty. You likes? >

[Fangirl17]

I hope Fenris doesn't despise all mages D: My first playthrough is going to a female mage and I want him to be her LI. Drama,drama x3

[Addai]

Tashash wrote...

Love that Fanart!
Only problem I have with Mages is the inability to unlock things. Drives me nuts - I must open everything, little crazy-quirk of mine.

Mods are wonderful.   

[Fangirl17]

Deliciously-Demonic wrote...

I'm planning on a big story for the prompts 'Anders' and 'Chantry.' For now, have some nice Flowers

When she first met him, she first noticed how he smelled. Not the musky scent of cologne that surrounded Varric. Not the smell of sweat, lyrium and demons that followed Anders. Fenris, she had noticed with a blush, smelled like forests, freedom...flowers. Not the most manly scent, but Faline Hawke had never liked so-called 'manly-men.' But then again, the mage was just odd like that. She distinctly remembered his smell; lavender, violets, and a hint of cinniamon.

They say the mind thinks crazy things under stress.
Her magic wasn't working, Maker, why wouldn't the wounds heal?!
Faline now knew just how true that was.
Carver grabbed her shoulders and tried to pull her away from him. Why?! Why was her brother doing this?! Did he want him to die?!
It was funny, how she thought of how he smelled.
"Faline. Stop. You'll get yourself addled, all that lyrium you're taking. He's gone."
Fenris didn't smell like freedom any more.
The lavenders, the violets, the cinniamon...it was all over-powered by the stench of death.

On his grave, she placed a bundle of lavenders and violets, sprinkling cinniamon over them.
Carver had quietly inquired if she'd gone mad.
Anders said it was because of her grief.
They never knew. She would never tell them.
Those flowers meant the world to her. She couldn't expect them too understand why. They wouldn't understand anyways.
She still remembered how that smell had wrapped around her that first night. It would never leave her memory; not until Fenris himself evaporated from her knowledge would she forget.

I know, it's all angsty. You likes? >

Oh dear Maker,the ANGST! D:

[Tashash]

@Dr....That (or something similar) has to be an option in-game. I love Anders comment about Vengeance as well.

@BSB - My face hurts from the smiling.

@Addai - But it would be soo worth it. They do kinda trivialise it don't they? Possibly because your sister is an Apostate there will be more discussion this time around.

Edit: Awwww. DD

Modifié par Tashash, 12 février 2011 - 06:02 .

[Kitterkat100]

bsbcaer wrote...

kitterkat wrote...

Dr. Doctor wrote...

Hawke: I'll give you fifty sovereigns for the elf.

Merchant: Fifty? That's robbery. Look at him, he's got highly detailed pinstriping, and he comes with the underglow option. Clearly an elf of this caliber is worth more along the lines of a hundred sovereigns.

Hawke: A hundred?! You can't be serious, does he at least come with a warranty?

Merchant: Lady, I'll ask you this. What will it take for me to sell you this fine elf today?

Hawke: How about a test drive? (Isabela snickers)

Fenris: I hate my life.

or it could go like this 
   first four lines
   Hawke: Or i could just kill you and be done with this ( hawke pull out one of her twin blades stabs the slaver and then pulls out the blade and throws it into the chest of one of the other slavers. Then the group kills the slaver)
   Fenris: Don't pretend to work with slavers again Night.Please.


 thats how i think it might go

(Templars and City Guard Appear)

City Guard Captain: Excuse me ma'am, you're going to have to come with us.

Hawke:  But, huh, why?

CGC:  You've committed murder in front of most of the baazar.  Please come quietly and we'll see about getting you a solicitor

Hawke:  But...he's a....what the??

Aveline:  Go with them Hawke, we'll figure something out

(Several days pass, Scene fades to temporary gallows set up in Low Town)

Hangman:  Do you have any last words?

Hawke:  Don't kill anyone in plain sight unless they attack you first, then it's self defence; if you do kill someone first, take care of the witnesses; and above all, never ever EVER let your brother defend you in court!

oh fine ruin my fun why don't you ( sarcasm) it could of happened in a privet building but noooo you had to make it public (end sarcasm)<_<

[tankgirly]

Deliciously-Demonic wrote...

I'm planning on a big story for the prompts 'Anders' and 'Chantry.' For now, have some nice Flowers

When she first met him, she first noticed how he smelled. Not the musky scent of cologne that surrounded Varric. Not the smell of sweat, lyrium and demons that followed Anders. Fenris, she had noticed with a blush, smelled like forests, freedom...flowers. Not the most manly scent, but Faline Hawke had never liked so-called 'manly-men.' But then again, the mage was just odd like that. She distinctly remembered his smell; lavender, violets, and a hint of cinniamon.

They say the mind thinks crazy things under stress.
Her magic wasn't working, Maker, why wouldn't the wounds heal?!
Faline now knew just how true that was.
Carver grabbed her shoulders and tried to pull her away from him. Why?! Why was her brother doing this?! Did he want him to die?!
It was funny, how she thought of how he smelled.
"Faline. Stop. You'll get yourself addled, all that lyrium you're taking. He's gone."
Fenris didn't smell like freedom any more.
The lavenders, the violets, the cinniamon...it was all over-powered by the stench of death.

On his grave, she placed a bundle of lavenders and violets, sprinkling cinniamon over them.
Carver had quietly inquired if she'd gone mad.
Anders said it was because of her grief.
They never knew. She would never tell them.
Those flowers meant the world to her. She couldn't expect them too understand why. They wouldn't understand anyways.
She still remembered how that smell had wrapped around her that first night. It would never leave her memory; not until Fenris himself evaporated from her knowledge would she forget.

I know, it's all angsty. You likes? >

Filed.

*off topic.







waiting for your chapter 3, too. dear.

[Kitterkat100]

Deliciously-Demonic wrote...

I'm planning on a big story for the prompts 'Anders' and 'Chantry.' For now, have some nice Flowers

When she first met him, she first noticed how he smelled. Not the musky scent of cologne that surrounded Varric. Not the smell of sweat, lyrium and demons that followed Anders. Fenris, she had noticed with a blush, smelled like forests, freedom...flowers. Not the most manly scent, but Faline Hawke had never liked so-called 'manly-men.' But then again, the mage was just odd like that. She distinctly remembered his smell; lavender, violets, and a hint of cinniamon.

They say the mind thinks crazy things under stress.
Her magic wasn't working, Maker, why wouldn't the wounds heal?!
Faline now knew just how true that was.
Carver grabbed her shoulders and tried to pull her away from him. Why?! Why was her brother doing this?! Did he want him to die?!
It was funny, how she thought of how he smelled.
"Faline. Stop. You'll get yourself addled, all that lyrium you're taking. He's gone."
Fenris didn't smell like freedom any more.
The lavenders, the violets, the cinniamon...it was all over-powered by the stench of death.

On his grave, she placed a bundle of lavenders and violets, sprinkling cinniamon over them.
Carver had quietly inquired if she'd gone mad.
Anders said it was because of her grief.
They never knew. She would never tell them.
Those flowers meant the world to her. She couldn't expect them too understand why. They wouldn't understand anyways.
She still remembered how that smell had wrapped around her that first night. It would never leave her memory; not until Fenris himself evaporated from her knowledge would she forget.

I know, it's all angsty. You likes? >

you almost made me cry why why i ask:crying:

Modifié par kitterkat, 12 février 2011 - 06:09 .

[Deliciously-Demonic]

Why, kitter? Because I was listening to sad music. Yes, that's my only reason. xD



Tanky, art cannot be rushed! I'm busy making Valen and Elizabeth bicker like children, this takes time!

[Kitterkat100]

Deliciously-Demonic wrote...

Why, kitter? Because I was listening to sad music. Yes, that's my only reason. xD

Tanky, art cannot be rushed! I'm busy making Valen and Elizabeth bicker like children, this takes time!

i was joking i did almost cry but i did not need a reson from you i had just finshed cutting some onian for a sandwich

[dangereusegirl]

Addai67 wrote...

dangereusegirl wrote...

I have this mental image of Hawke showing Fen the... nicer aspects of magic.

It would take a lot of trust for him to be intimate with a mage at all, I imagine.  Thinking about the dialogue you can have with Teagan about how it would take a brave man to marry a mage.  You can forget because our PCs are just that awesome, but in the mage origin you saw that apprentice trying to cast a fireball and the instructor talking about injuries, and Alistair talking about the mental control that templar abilities take, and that's not even counting a blood mage's ability to control minds.  If you'd been exploited by mages, it would hard to convince yourself that you weren't going to be manipulated by another one.

Valid point. The eternal optomist in me would like to think (or hope) that after a number of years in the presence of my mage Hawke, Fenris would eventually lower his guard. Realistically, this would take a lot longer than the ten years of the game, but fortunately we're playing a fantasy game.

I would love to see how that would play out.

[Addai]

dangereusegirl wrote...

Valid point. The eternal optomist in me would like to think (or hope) that after a number of years in the presence of my mage Hawke, Fenris would eventually lower his guard. Realistically, this would take a lot longer than the ten years of the game, but fortunately we're playing a fantasy game.

I would love to see how that would play out.

Oh I'm not saying it wouldn't happen.  In fact I love those sorts of tensions.  It's all grist for the Maker's keyboard.  :happy:

[Kitterkat100]

dangereusegirl wrote...

Addai67 wrote...

dangereusegirl wrote...

I have this mental image of Hawke showing Fen the... nicer aspects of magic.

It would take a lot of trust for him to be intimate with a mage at all, I imagine.  Thinking about the dialogue you can have with Teagan about how it would take a brave man to marry a mage.  You can forget because our PCs are just that awesome, but in the mage origin you saw that apprentice trying to cast a fireball and the instructor talking about injuries, and Alistair talking about the mental control that templar abilities take, and that's not even counting a blood mage's ability to control minds.  If you'd been exploited by mages, it would hard to convince yourself that you weren't going to be manipulated by another one.

Valid point. The eternal optomist in me would like to think (or hope) that after a number of years in the presence of my mage Hawke, Fenris would eventually lower his guard. Realistically, this would take a lot longer than the ten years of the game, but fortunately we're playing a fantasy game.

I would love to see how that would play out.

i two am happy that it is fantisy we are talking about because there are no glowy elves in real life (sigh) how I wish we had really glowing elves that can phase through people's chest:happy:

[Deliciously-Demonic]

I concur, kitter. Too bad there's no red-haired tieflings, tall blonde ex-templars, smexy ranger with dark eyeshadow or blonde elven assassins in real life, either.

[Tashash]

Deliciously-Demonic wrote...

I concur, kitter. Too bad there's no red-haired tieflings, tall blonde ex-templars, smexy ranger with dark eyeshadow or blonde elven assassins in real life, either.

Edit: Don't forget utterly sweet elven childhood friends either!

*Sniffle*

.....Bioware - YOU ARE RUINING MY LIFE! STOP GIVING ME GLIMPSES OF THINGS I CAN'T HAVE!

Modifié par Tashash, 12 février 2011 - 06:36 .

[msmpsn]

Don't know if this has been posted yet, but GT's Invisible Walls has a clip of Fenris talking.
It's at 2:45.

Modifié par msmpsn, 12 février 2011 - 06:42 .

[Kitterkat100]

Tashash wrote...

Deliciously-Demonic wrote...

I concur, kitter. Too bad there's no red-haired tieflings, tall blonde ex-templars, smexy ranger with dark eyeshadow or blonde elven assassins in real life, either.

*Sniffle*

.....Bioware - YOU ARE RUINING MY LIFE! STOP GIVING ME GLIMPSES OF THINGS I CAN'T HAVE!

excatly i am glad i am not the only on who feels this way,  becuase i thought i was more insane then i really am. But still no hot elven assassins who make me blush, no akward ex-almost templers who make me giggle, and worst of all no shiny fenris:crying: why is bioware so depent on our tears:crying: 

Modifié par kitterkat, 12 février 2011 - 06:42 .

[Deliciously-Demonic]

Tamlen. He was so very sweet, I made my Silmarwen all torn up about his fate.



(I still prefer Bishop and Valen as LIs, though. -ducks incoming projectiles-)

[Not Bambi]

It does sound a lot like Gideon Emery, doesn't it?  I'm convinced.

Modifié par Not Bambi, 12 février 2011 - 06:46 .

[Pseudo the Mustachioed]

It's Gideon! Sweet.

Modifié par Pseudocognition, 12 février 2011 - 06:48 .

[Addai]

msmpsn wrote...

Don't know if this has been posted yet, but GT's Invisible Walls has a clip of Fenris talking.
It's at 2:45.

Squee!!!  He sounds really good.  And we did guess right that the dude he disemboweled was from a mercenary group sent to capture him.

Modifié par Addai67, 12 février 2011 - 06:48 .

[Ex-Paladin]

msmpsn wrote...

Don't know if this has been posted yet, but GT's Invisible Walls has a clip of Fenris talking.
It's at 2:45.

*Let out a rather loud squeal in real life* OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFGGGGGGGG!!!!!!! :wub::wub::wub: