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[Katilina]

My Hawke doesnt end up in happyville >

[ElvaliaRavenHart]

I went to the Black Emporium and changed my face back to my Female Noble Queen Warden and I'm now on the hunt of my husband who keeps referring to me as his ball and chain to give him the beat down he deserves, also for offering his services to everyone at the Blooming Rose. I sure found alot of torn and lost trousers in Kirkwall! I'm not a happy camper at the moment.

[Alexein]

My hawke brought the Mage-Templar war to an abrupt end before it really began when he went on a bloody genocidal rampage across all of thedas killing both templars AND mages where they stood.

He was last seen *swimming* his way to Par Vollen intent on obliterating the Qunari while armed with only his murder knife and a fresh pair of boxers.

[GunMoth]

My first Hawke lives happily ever after with Anders blowing up chantries and liberating mages.

My second Hawke got bored of being Viscount and left to go on some secret mission with my Warden Character, I assume.

My warden and Hawke are probably BFFs now or something.
Self-centered videogame characters. :| Off saving the world SOMEWHERE ELSE. :|

[GunMoth]

ElvaliaRavenHart wrote...

I went to the Black Emporium and changed my face back to my Female Noble Queen Warden and I'm now on the hunt of my husband who keeps referring to me as his ball and chain to give him the beat down he deserves, also for offering his services to everyone at the Blooming Rose. I sure found alot of torn and lost trousers in Kirkwall! I'm not a happy camper at the moment.

Oh man. This sounds brilliant. 
D: Go smack that caveman brow right off his fat face. 

[ElvaliaRavenHart]

GunMoth wrote...

ElvaliaRavenHart wrote...

I went to the Black Emporium and changed my face back to my Female Noble Queen Warden and I'm now on the hunt of my husband who keeps referring to me as his ball and chain to give him the beat down he deserves, also for offering his services to everyone at the Blooming Rose. I sure found alot of torn and lost trousers in Kirkwall! I'm not a happy camper at the moment.

Oh man. This sounds brilliant. 
D: Go smack that caveman brow right off his fat face. 

Hehe, he did get fat. Also, how did he know that Empress Celene has stinky cheese?

[Asdara]

My first Hawke would have been find with Viscount but apparently will be dragged into more adventures eventually, drat it all.

My second Hawke is living renegade style with Anders and trying to focus on the good aspects of him being a crazed husk of a man with a lust for mage freedom. At least they get to throw fireballs a lot.

My third Hawke will be summoned from the seat of power by the noble effort to keep the world from burning itself to the ground and Fenris will be very happy stomping out Tevinter houses in their spare time.

[Augustei]

My Hawke took over as Viscount under the protection of the Templar order. Fenris was returned to his master and had his mind erased (Cause he is a stupid brooding ****) Isabela was on the run from the Qunari and the Arishok after escaping with the tomb AGAIN. Anders was dead, Sebastian im hoping returned to Starkhaven and became Prince. Merrill ruled over the city with me =D Carver remained in the Templars, Aveline continued as head of the city guard, and Varric raised an army and conquered Orzammar where he had the dwarves remove the top of the mountain and now its in a valley =D Where he is king

[Foolsfolly]

Well, Hawke ran back to the mansion and found it nearly empty, Bohdan and Sandal had left. He stood there for moment in solemn quietness until the urge to run overtook him.

He grabbed the last of his things and turned to leave when Orana walked up to him. She told him that there was a letter waiting for him. Hawke hastily stuffed the letter into his backpack and gave Orana twenty sovereigns.

"No one will be looking for you," he said. "Go live your life."

And then Hawke ran, the Templars close on his heels.

When he finally made camp hours later somewhere high on Mount Sundermont he remembered the letter. He reached into the pack and pulled it out, it smelled of something oddly familiar.

The letter was yellow and cracked and the ink had faded. He looked at the return address and felt the weight of the past crush on him. It was from Ostagar.

Dear Hawke,

First let me assure you, I did not die as you had seen. The darkspawn Hurlock's axe hit my head with a pure lyrium-inflused axehead. The impact caused a massive rip in the Veil and sent me back to 1.50 Divine.

I set myself up as a blacksmith as a front while I attempted to find my way back home. Unfortuantly, this proved impossible since the nearest piece of pure lyrium is down in the Deep Roads surrounded by the hoardes of darkspawn and will not be clear until the next Blight. However, I've become quiet adept at shoeing horses and fixing wagons.

Do not, I repeat, do not attempt to come back here to get me. I am perfectly happy living in the fresh air and wide-open spaces, and I fear unnecessary rips into the Veil will have unforseen consquences for all of Thedas. This is my wish, please respect it.

And so Hawke, I now say farewell and wish you Makerspeed. You've been a good, kind, and loyal friend to me. You've made a real difference in my life. I will always treasure our relationship and think on you with fond memories, warm feelings, and a special place in my heart.

Your friend in time,

Duncan.


Hawke stood and jumped around excitedly. "Duncan's alive! He's stuck in the Divine Age but he's alive!"

Modifié par Foolsfolly, 30 mars 2011 - 07:28 .

[TheBlackBaron]

Foolsfolly wrote...

Well, Hawke ran back to the mansion and found it nearly empty, Bohdan and Sandal had left. He stood there for moment in solemn quietness until the urge to run overtook him.

He grabbed the last of his things and turned to leave when Orana walked up to him. She told him that there was a letter waiting for him. Hawke hastily stuffed the letter into his backpack and gave Orana twenty sovereigns.

"No one will be looking for you," he said. "Go live your life."

And then Hawke ran, the Templars close on his heels.

When he finally made camp hours later somewhere high on Mount Sundermont he remembered the letter. He reached into the pack and pulled it out, it smelled of something oddly familiar.

The letter was yellow and cracked and the ink had faded. He looked at the return address and felt the weight of the past crush on him. It was from Ostagar.

Dear Hawke,

First let me assure you, I did not die as you had seen. The darkspawn Hurlock's axe hit my head with a pure lyrium-inflused axehead. The impact caused a massive rip in the Veil and sent me back to 1.1 Divine.

I set myself up as a blacksmith as a front while I attempted to find my way back home. Unfortuantly, this proved impossible since the nearest piece of pure lyrium is down in the Deep Roads surrounded by the hoardes of darkspawn and will not be clear until the next Blight. However, I've become quiet adept at shoeing horses and fixing wagons.

Do not, I repeat, do not attempt to come back here to get me. I am perfectly happy living in the fresh air and wide-open spaces, and I fear unnecessary rips into the Veil will have unforseen consquences for all of Thedas. This is my wish, please respect it.

And so Hawke, I now say farewell and wish you Makerspeed. You've been a good, kind, and loyal friend to me. You've made a real difference in my life. I will always treasure our relationship and think on you with fond memories, warm feelings, and a special place in my heart.

Your friend in time,

Duncan.


Hawke stood and jumped around excitedly. "Duncan's alive! He's stuck in the Divine Age but he's alive!"

[Arppis]

Finds a new place to live and settles down with Merrill, until she gets fed up with Hawke's stupid jokes and leaves him (after 2 months). Then he decides to travel again. Tadaa.

[galian77]

My Hawke ran off with Anders. She never supported the Chantry, anyway. She was going to take him along on Isabela's ship, but I guess that never happened

[SirDoctorofTARDIS]

Hawke stayed in Kirkwall as the Viscountess alongside her lover Isabela. Merill left after completing the eluvian talking of little boys and a woman with black hair. Fenris left Hawke to help the Templars as he had done years ago. Bethany got into an argument about the mages and she left to rally the Grey Wardens against The Templars. On failure she left the wardens and led several apostates in an attack on the Viscount's Keep. She eventually encountered her sister. Upon seeing all the death she realized her sister was right and got into a fight with her accomplices. She left to help Fenris fight the Mages. After Hawke disappeared Isabela became the Viscount and Varric left only to be captured by The Seekers.

[wikkedjoker]

Hum, seems my Epilouge got a bit fanficy. . .and long lol


Aedan Cousland-The Warden Commander, Hero of Ferelden. stood at the doorway of a cabin in moutons far North of the Imperium. It was cold and the frozen wind snuck it’s way past his hooded cloak, furs, leather and armor, chilling him to the core. He pushed these miserable thoughts out of mind however, he didn’t have time for such luxuries. War burned through out the Free Marches, the Imperium and Ferelden, it seemed all of Thedas would soon join the fray. Moving around on contents yet unmapped by any man form Thedas, he’d grown accustomed to piece, and had no idea of the dealings in Thedas till a few months before he was brought back by Morrigan’s behest. The Change she often spoke about, the change they were training there son to endure had started not ten years after he’d slan the Archdemon, and it now threatened to destroy everything he once fought to protect. 

It would have been one thing if the Mage’s of the land stopped at freedom, but they had to insure that freedom, and the Imperium was more than happy to aid anyway they could. The state of the lands had fallen sadly, and even Morrigan of all people disapproved of how mages used there new found freedom

Aedan walked into the cabin, he’d been told of a man named Hawk, who was at the center of this war when it all started. In his travels across Thedas to this place, Aedan had heard tails of how this refugee from Loathering, who rose to power and changed the known world. He heard how is old companion Anders was the cause of this, taking Justice into himself and using that power to ‘free his people’. If the damage, demons and Abominatons running lose in the country sides were he traveled was any indication of how irresponsible mages are with there power and new found freedoms, maybe they should have stayed locked up.

No one was in the cabin, but a fire was lit, and a pot simmering, books, and other items one would use for magic were scattered here and there, and the familiar smell of mabari, was hinted in the air, the cabin was well lived in, so there was a chance whomever lived here was out.  Aedan moved room to room, looking for any signs of life, there were none. He than moved back out into the cold and searched around the cabin. That’s when he heard a voice “Take one more step and by the grace of the Maker I will kill you.”  

Aedan could feel the presence of two others with the man, he’d come to find Hawk not kill him. So slowly he lifted his hands and turned to face Hawk, pointing a bladed staff at his chest. Behind him stood a small Elvin woman wrapped in thick heavy fur, and a small child of maybe 4 or 5 clung to her leg, partly hiding behind her, and a large mabari fangs bared between Hawk and the woman. “Why are you here? Your too well dressed to be a bandit, and its not like there aren’t simpler targets down the mountain. An assassin perhaps?  Well whom ever you‘re looking for is long dead.” Hawk used the tip of the staff to further open Aedan’s cloak. He reached down and started to remove the sword from his belt when he noticed the golden two headed griffin crest on the trespassers breast plate. Hawk threw Aeden’ s sword to the ground than backed away a bit, Staff still pointed at the trespasser. “A Gray Warden eh? And what business would a Gray Warden have up hear. Deep Roads are further south, I’ve heard of getting lost, but don’t you think this is a bit ridicules?”     

Aedan smirked. “You good sir might just have a point. But I think I found what I’m looking for. A man in his mid thirties early forties, accompanies by a Dalish elf.” He looked past Hawk to the woman standing behind him and pointed to the small tattoo on the right side of his face next to his eye “Sorry honey the tattoo’s give your people away every time.” The woman turned quickly  with the child and ushered her into the cabin. Aeden just shrugged. 

“And just why would a Gray Warden be looking for us?” 

“Because you were at the center of it all when it started. The Champion of Kirkwall. The victorious name mages cry into battle, the name the Templars curse, freer of oppressed slaves and mages, to some and kicker of new born puppies to others I’m sure.” 

“Such an extravagant title.” Hawk replied sarcastically .” Too bad that man’s dead, all you’ll find here is a man trying to raise his daughter, and take good care of his wife, away  from the chaos of the rest of the world. There’s no icon for your order to parade around here. I suggest you leave.” 

“How long can you run Hawk?” Aedan’s voice got low, all senses of humor and sarcasm that laced it gone. “Do you think by hiding on top of the tallest mouton, away from civilization your free? That the Mages, or the Templar of the reminisce of the Chantry or Maker knows what else wont come looking for you? To the Mages you’re a leader, to what left of  the Templars and the Chantry, your head on a platter is what will end the war. And what do you think they will do to that pretty Elvin wife of yours? If she’s lucky a public execution with you, right after they catch you and drag you to the Divine. If your unlucky she will shill suffer a traders punishment many, many  times over.” There was a bit of venom to his voice now, as he remembered what Leliana told him she’d suffered, in Orlais. ”and than when she’s used up, no longer a fun play thing, than maybe if someone is feeling nice they might let her suffering end.  And that daughter, of yours, what about her? With any luck the Divine will show mercy to a child, unless she’s a mage, than we can look forward to a lot more baby mages disappearing.” 

There was a visible change in Hawks face. A play between the sickening of what Aedan had said and anger.  “And just who in Andraste’s name do you think you are,” Hawk yelled a controlled rage seething under the surface
”Who’s side would you have me willingly help, huh?”

Aedan smirked, he gotten to Hawk, hit a nerve.” Now? I’m just a guy trying to protect  his family from the world, trying to stop this madness before it destroyed everything, I once protected from the Blight. Trying to stop force that work in the shadows controlling this entire farce of a rebellion and Maker knows how many other untold events that have lead up to this one single conflict, for her own ends.”

Hawk lowered his staff, “The Hero of Ferelden?”

“ Nope that man is dead, died with the Archdemon, like I said I’m just a guy trying to protect his family from a world gone mad. Now I’m asking will you help me?” 

Hawk shifted where he stood, deep in thought he stared at the ground, as Aedan walked over and retrieved his sword form the snow, and returned it to his belt. “You and I are not so different. Hero’s of the lands, now only trying to protect the people around us. And in that struggle we change the vary world. Is it fate of coincidence? To tell the truth I don’t think we will ever know.” 

“And How do you expect to stop this war?” Hawk asked. 

“I don’t." Aedan replied to a puzzled Hawk. 

Aedan continued "revision can’t be stopped. However the people involved are not the true danger, the one controlling it is. Stop her and things will proceed on natures course."

“Come” Hawk replied “Tell me more of your plan to save the world once again, but perhaps someplace a bit warmer.” 

Aeden laughed as they walked to the cabin. 

And with this an alliance of sorts was forged, The Hero of Ferelden and the Champion of Kirkwasll, to stem the tide of evil that would use this chaos to come to its own power.    

Modifié par wikkedjoker, 30 mars 2011 - 09:33 .

[Akaneryuu2]

Well my lady hawke got a nice kitchen in her estate where she spended most of the time making pies, took dancing lessons with fenris. taught anders to gamble like a real man. threw poop at gamlens house. One day she told fenris she was going out to buy some cigarettes and she never came back....... Wait a min... Drnnn you stupid collectors!!!!!

Modifié par Akaneryuu, 30 mars 2011 - 11:06 .

[wikkedjoker]

Akaneryuu wrote...

Well my lady hawke got a nice kitchen in her estate where she spended most of the time making pies, took dancing lessons with fenris. taught anders to gamble like a real man. threw poop at gamlens house. One day she told fenris she was going out to buy some cigarettes and she never came back....... Wait a min... Drnnn you stupid collectors!!!!!

Assuming direct control.