I've been imagining Blackwall and Madame dueling for the last spot. Or possibly, to avoid the last spot.
Vivienne: *twirls her staff in preparation for battle* Tell me Warden....are you afraid of losing today?
Blackwall: *sharpening his blade* Fear has no place in this life, Madame. Early on, you learn to leave it behind, or die.
Vivienne: Oh...you deny, but I can see it in your eyes. You KNOW that the players will romance you with dwarves if they can. Ugly ones, with tattoos and blonde beards that have no business being combined on dark skin tones and dark hair!
Blackwall: *nervous blink* It...it is a fate that must be accepted, should I lose. But have you not heard our motto? In War, Victory.
Vivienne: Ah, but you forget the next part. In death, sacrifice....Make no mistake, Warden, I have no intention of being romanced by a Qunari with bigger horns than mine. And then the modders will come in, and Maker save me, they will turn me pale-skinned! I will die before suffering such a fate.l
Blackwall: That is the idea, Madame. *puts away his whetstone* Shall we?
Vivienne: We shall. *turns to face him*
Blackwall: You know the worst part of this?
Vivienne: What, darling?
Blackwall: Even if I should kill you, you know exactly what the modders and fanfiction writers will do, don't you?
Vivienne: *wicked smile* They will make you the forbidden fruit, write long sonnets in your honor, of how their Inquisitor saw through your sad story into the very deep depths of your heart, and how you called out for them to fill the loneliness in your life for the short time you remained. And when you did take that long walk into the Deep Roads, they followed you, to whatever end.
Blackwall: *sad nod*.....*sigh* How did Varric get out of this when he and Solas had to face eachother?
Vivienne: He convinced Solas to concede defeat if he could convince the developers to restrict his romance to only one type of Inquisitor. And Varric did just that.
Blackwall: That damn Dwarf can talk his way out of anything.
Vivienne: Do not worry, I will make him pay for such cowardice.
Blackwall: You seem such a decent lady, madame. I hate to kill you.
Vivienne: You seem decent enough, darling. I hate to die.
*faceoff, awesome fight, somebody loses.*





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