that isn't what hawks do

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MARIAN HAWKE RP BLOG chaotic neutral. blood mage. asian american in a fantasy au. affiliated with yī nuò qiānjīn rank:pawn, faction: yaoguai

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culture shock .::. intro

imbalance the internal energies, huh. hawke thinks back to when leandra was still alive to tell her off for all the drunken parties at the estate. she remembers a particularly memorable night of oil wrestling, even. those nights had been forced out of the mansion eventually, which only lead to a dramatic increase in the number of pub brawls in the hanged man. can’t win em all.

maybe it is a good thing that the girl did not know about the devils of drink.

"stay golden."

she blinks. what she’s talking about sounds like mana.

"so you’re a mage? are your powers sealed off too?" with any luck, she’ll find [i]someone[/i] in this place who would know how to get the restriction off.

"woah, what?" say what you wanted about hawke, but she isn’t a fool. "why on earth would that be necessary? i think i would have to charge you a lot more than a bit of gold if you’re going to kill me outright" she wasn’t even sure if she was really afraid of death, but she knows a shit deal when she sees one. being ripped off was never on the agenda.

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"What is a may-jeh?” Xiaolongnü asked, frowning. “I am simply a disciple of the Ancient Tomb Sect. I suppose I am a wuxia warrior too, though I haven’t been in the jianghu for years now…”

"But I know I haven’t been able to fly since stepping into this town," she added. "It is very slow, having to walk everywhere. That is why I am looking for help."

To be honest, the woman’s sudden outburst surprised her. Deals in the jianghu could be tricky—she knew that much, after being the unfortunate victim in a few betray-and-backstab scenarios. A little caution and sacrifice seemed prudent.

"You will not die from the poison," Xiaolongnü reassured her. "There is not nearly enough in these needles—and besides, I have the antidote."

"And as for the reward—well, if I knew where my tomb was, you could have all the treasures inside. There’s an entire room, and I don’t need them." She tapped her lip thoughtfully. "Hmm…I don’t think I’ll ever need any gold, besides to ‘buy food’ and ‘hire services.’"

An idea popped into her head.

"Oh, I know. If I find any jewels and treasure, I’ll just give them all to you! Would that work?"

Ah, perhaps she should sacrifice something of herself too, in return?

"And…hmm. Do you have any poison on you? You could give me some, too. Then we’d be even."

"flying? is this the part where you tell me that you're a dragon?"

it's all very complicated, even for hawke. she didn't like complicated.

"i do like gold. i'll admit i've done a lot worse for it." between a bit of poison and meeting a ten foot drake in the underground, it's not a big deal. "i just feel like not poisoning anyone would be a lot easier to go about it, especially since you're really not risking anything but time." though hawke would say that there isn't a risk in any job that she's taking.

pointed lies ;; ɪɴᴛʀᴏ

to be fair, it had been an honest inquiry.

hawke shrugs. “get my powers back and build up some more wealth until they decide to zap us back, i suppose”. kirkwall isn’t really in any danger until orsino and meredith decide to go at their spat again. in the meantime, actuality didn’t look so bad.

"i’m in no hurry." when people worried about her, it wasn’t usually about what other people would do to her. it was usually about who she would become. "kirkwall, actuality, what difference does it make?" all she has to go back to is another crown. pfft. as if she couldn’t get one here.

As off-putting as her attitude might be, he senses no malice from her. With an exasperated sigh, he waves her off, flashing his deadly claw-like gauntlet. He can’t take this woman seriously. "You’re right. It doesn’t make much difference." No one’s tried to wrangle him up yet either. "What city does your sash represent?"

they're not so different, she thinks. fenris just angrier about it. hawke's watched too many people impale themselves on their emotions. she won't be one of them.

(how many tears have you held in?)

"yaoguai" she says rather matter of factly. "from what i've heard, it's got some great real estate"

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A rude awakening - [Intro]

that’s marian hawke. always a people-pleaser.

"oooh, are we sharing bad days?" hawke’s eyes start looking into the distance as she recounts the countless number of days that varric’s business rivals have tried to send the carta after her. and that one time she was sent into the fade to fight some really pissy demons. or the time she walked into a cave to confront some slavers and ended up fighting her way through twenty giant spiders.

except this kid’s voice was so unkind to the eardrums. grating, really. she doesn’t think that she wants to hear any more of his complaints.

"don’t worry. as long as i’m attractive to people at the age of consent or above, i think i’m good." not that she was ever interested, but hawke was also not interested in going to jail.

"you’re shouting your plans to the entire street, and you think that’s any kind of winning strategy?"

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“Age of consent? I’ll have you know I’m plenty old enough to do whatever I want, and you’re not on that list, grandma!” His jaw tingles, the sharper teeth of his species aching to rip forth and replace his flat humanoid ones.

”Kyaaa, plans don’t matter as long as you win in the end, everyone knows that! Only flat-footed morons think that it’s a serious offence to speak your mind.” Dellinger cackles, circling the woman like a shark would circle it’s prey. He’s not itching to kill or anything, this is just how he does things. What a weirdo. “What’s your big plan if you think mine’s inferior?”

"well, for one i wouldn't be telling the entire street my plans for everyone to hear." hawke scratches her chin before launching into her business strategy. "advising is going to cost you in gold, though." she smirks boldly.

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culture shock .::. intro

hawke blinks once. then twice. "i…can’t imagine what that must be like." she doesn’t think that she wants to either. "but don’t you want to live in a big mansion with cushy armchairs and a permanent fireplace going? maybe servants bringing you a bit of wine whenever you wanted?"

it then occurs to hawke that she may not even know what some of those are if she didn’t even know what money was.

"sure. but you know what? you should hire me, since i actually like being paid. i’ve done a lot of things for gold. i’ve wiped out caves of giant spiders…saved a girl’s brother from a desire demon…helped a man cheat on his wife—" oops, that’s not very good pr, is it. “—so yeah! as long as the price is right, i’m pretty much game.” she gives the woman her best attempt at a trustworthy smile.

she didn’t have her staff anymore, but hawke is confident that she’ll figure something out.

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Xiaolongnü had no idea what a mansion was, but she shook her head at the other things.

"I do not do very well with fire," she explained. "My cultivation requires an icy environment. And wine—my Master told me I shouldn’t drink any because it will imbalance the internal energies."

She decided not to comment on the chairs. If people wanted to sit on other people’s arms, then that was their business. She only hoped the limbs were still attached to their owners.

"It is good that you like being paid," Xiaolongnü continued. "I have heard that joy makes the work lighter."

"But I have also heard that too much joy makes one forget about work."

She plucked a single needle out of the five, and held it between the thumb and index finger of her other hand, gazing at the woman’s neck contemplatively.

"Very well. I will prick one of your pressure points with this needle. The pain from the poison should be sufficient motivation."

Her eyes brightened.

"And then you can find me the person I’m looking for!"

imbalance the internal energies, huh. hawke thinks back to when leandra was still alive to tell her off for all the drunken parties at the estate. she remembers a particularly memorable night of oil wrestling, even. those nights had been forced out of the mansion eventually, which only lead to a dramatic increase in the number of pub brawls in the hanged man. can't win em all.

maybe it is a good thing that the girl did not know about the devils of drink.

"stay golden."

she blinks. what she's talking about sounds like mana.

"so you're a mage? are your powers sealed off too?" with any luck, she'll find [i]someone[/i] in this place who would know how to get the restriction off.

"woah, what?" say what you wanted about hawke, but she isn't a fool. "why on earth would that be necessary? i think i would have to charge you a lot more than a bit of gold if you're going to kill me outright" she wasn't even sure if she was really afraid of death, but she knows a shit deal when she sees one. being ripped off was never on the agenda.

pointed lies ;; ɪɴᴛʀᴏ

if it was important, then she wouldn’t have brought it up. it’s not important anymore. she’s not who she once was, her skinny knees half-buried in the ferelden mud.

hawke rolls her eyes.

"not with that kind of attitude, you won’t."

she can only imagine how ruffled fenris would be if he had run into merril instead.

"so you’re just going to wander this place aimlessly until…what, exactly? until you bump into danarius by some lucky chance?"

She must get a rise out of antagonizing him. The mention of his former master’s name knocks them both back down to square one. He’s glaring at her, willing her to shut up or at least watch her tongue. She has no right to speak to him that way.

“No. I’m going to make sense of all this.” He’ll go from there. Whatever this Dilong and this fortress was, he needs employment if he is to survive; thieving is beneath him until his stomach starts to cry. "What are you going to do?”

to be fair, it had been an honest inquiry.

hawke shrugs. "get my powers back and build up some more wealth until they decide to zap us back, i suppose". kirkwall isn't really in any danger until orsino and meredith decide to go at their spat again. in the meantime, actuality didn't look so bad.

"i'm in no hurry." when people worried about her, it wasn't usually about what other people would do to her. it was usually about who she would become. "kirkwall, actuality, what difference does it make?" all she has to go back to is another crown. pfft. as if she couldn't get one here.

[ ✯ ] -- apples to apples

Notoriety: Incognito

Well, this certainly could have been worse.

Reality jumping—an experience he’s all to accustomed to. Time upon time, he would be helped captive in a world unknown to him. Be it the world of the colonists’ or a realm distant from his own, certainty in his circumstances was not a luxury he would be provided—not now, not ever. That could be accredited to the Apple of Eden, Juno or honestly, his lack of luck.

The fisherman had seemed amiable enough—something he could appreciate despite his succinct and lacking in expression his own responses are.

However, upon reaching civilization, he is met with hostility—hostility that isn’t exactly foreign to him.

He hates being ordered around, commanded without any sort of context. Regardless, he would accept it—for the sake of whatever marginalized peoples resided in this city. He ventures through the slums, hood hanging over his visage. A teenage boy struggles from afar—confronted by a man, much larger, much stockier than himself. Grasping the man by the wrist, Connor would loom over him, wordless.

His intentions are evident.

However, he finds that they have company. Stoically, his gaze meets that of the strangers, and he would firmly state a single word:

“What.”

a noblewoman like herself really shouldn't be this comfortable with walking around the slums of an unknown land, but old habits die hard. that's the thing that leandra used to say about her -- hawke's presence was like sticking a bit of ferelden right in the middle of kirkwall. well, at least being the champion meant that the neighbors didn't complain about the smell.

it occurs to her that if the locals complained about the lone ferelden in their midst, there's not much that she can back up her presence in the way of power or affluence. or even allies. hawke started from the bottom. now she's lower than the bottom.

that ought to change, and fast.

a commotion gathers a few paces ahead of her, so of course her first instinct is to play with fire. maybe fan it a little, if she needs to.

oooh, are they going to fight? marian walks right in as if she hadn't spent most of her life as a squishy mage in the ugliest robes in all of ferelden. she observes for awhile before pointing out:

"you do realize that kid just swiped your wallet, right?" she says over the retreating footsteps. hawke smirks. never a dull moment in the underbelly.

#lifescratches #tell me if i need to edit anything plzu

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culture shock .::. intro

"you live in a tomb? weird." she wrinkles her nose. maker, what marian wouldn’t give for her usual entourage right now. it just didn’t seem right for her to be making all these jibes with nobody to supplement them. “how did that work out for you?”

hawke listens and realizes that the woman is dead serious about not knowing about the wonders of money.

"gold can buy many foods."

(explain how)

"gold can be exchanged for goods and services"

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"It was cold and dark," Xiaolongnü said matter-of-factly, wondering why the woman seemed displeased "Sometimes wet, too, when the rain fell in. But very good for training." She brightened a bit at the memory. "You could even train all night, if you slept on my Master’s ice jade bed."

Of course, that was all in the past now, but if she could find her way back there with Guo’er, she’d do it in a heartbeat. She then listened patiently as the woman proceeded to launch into an explanation of how gold worked in the real world.

"Services? Any kind of services?” Xiaolongnü perked up at the idea. From her sleeve, she withdrew five slender needles and held them up in the light. They were made of pure gold, and gleamed extra brightly, thanks to a coating of deadly venom. ”Do you think, maybe, if I give someone these, they will do me a favor?”

hawke blinks once. then twice. "i...can't imagine what that must be like." she doesn't think that she wants to either. "but don't you want to live in a big mansion with cushy armchairs and a permanent fireplace going? maybe servants bringing you a bit of wine whenever you wanted?"

it then occurs to hawke that she may not even know what some of those are if she didn't even know what money was.

"sure. but you know what? you should hire me, since i actually like being paid. i've done a lot of things for gold. i've wiped out caves of giant spiders...saved a girl's brother from a desire demon...helped a man cheat on his wife--" oops, that's not very good pr, is it. "--so yeah! as long as the price is right, i'm pretty much game." she gives the woman her best attempt at a trustworthy smile.

she didn't have her staff anymore, but hawke is confident that she'll figure something out.

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culture shock .::. intro

Xiaolongnü hadn’t seen many towns before, but the people of this one seemed particularly strange. They came in all sorts of shapes and sizes—and even colors.

She rather thought they must have been suffering from some sort of disease, because hair color like that had to be unnatural, especially when it stuck up at such odd angles. An imbalance in the internal energies, perhaps? That would explain why some of them wore such uncomfortable, stiff-looking clothing. They’d need the extra armor to protect their insides if they were in such a sorry state.

Then there were a few who went to the other extreme, and seemed to have ran out of the house that day without putting on all of their clothes.

A fair amount of them, she noted, had colored sashes like herself. She wasn’t sure what to do with hers—the person who had given her one suggested she tie it on her arm, but that was ridiculous. She couldn’t possibly fight properly with it there.

For now she held the fabric in her hands, twisting and tying it in knots. It was of good make—sturdy and well-cut despite its frivolous color. The fisherman had said something about being ‘conscripted’ or not, hadn’t he?

Conscription and war. And now, something about capturing ‘traitors’ as well. Aside from its people and its rulers, it seemed that society had changed little since her twelve years of isolation.

"Master was right," she murmured to herself. "The world outside…is rather worthless."

hawke had tucked her black sash on the inside of her belt, allowing the edges to hang loosely in the wind. she had been apathetic about wearing the amell family crest. a political affiliation had been no different, really.

she plops down next to the woman, mostly because there was nobody else nearby to talk to. how bad could she possibly be?

"as opposed to what, exactly?" hawke leans back a little and stretches her arms. "indulge me?" she gives the woman a shit eating grin. hawke can’t imagine what she’s talking about. woven bracelets, broken halla horns, cracked staves — pretty much anything can be sold with the right connections.

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Xiaolongnü stilled as a foreign presence sat down next to her, and turned to look at the newcomer. The man—no, woman, she realized as she looked closer, because despite the figure’s short, cropped hair she was still female—counted among one of the stranger people she’d seen that day. Still, she couldn’t sense any malicious intent, and relaxed enough to answer the question.

"…my tomb," Xiaolongnü replied. "There were never so many people. Nor all this commotion over material goods. It was much more…quiet."

She tilted her head, listening to the rabble of the crowd, focusing on excited murmurs over promises of treasure, dungeons, and rewards for capture, and frowned slightly.

"I just don’t understand what they’re all excited about." Xiaolongnü admitted. "It’s not like you can eat gold. Or jewels."

The fact that people could—and would—fight, hunt, or kill over such shiny baubles was, to her, a strange and worthless use of time.

"you live in a tomb? weird." she wrinkles her nose. maker, what marian wouldn't give for her usual entourage right now. it just didn't seem right for her to be making all these jibes with nobody to supplement them. "how did that work out for you?"

hawke listens and realizes that the woman is dead serious about not knowing about the wonders of money.

"gold can buy many foods."

(explain how)

"gold can be exchanged for goods and services"

#ancientmaiden #i totally meme'd at you i am so sorry

pointed lies ;; ɪɴᴛʀᴏ

"force of habit. it kind of happens when you’ve got two kid siblings to look after."

(“you let bethany die!”)

really, she could have been asking him the same thing last week. running about with a maleficarum - hawke could never tell if he was there to protect her or stab her in the back if she falls. maybe this is what a circle mage feels like, sans all the delicious cheese.

"do you think that we’re friends? or is this the part where i’m supposed to list all your underwear colors as irrefutable proof?" she’s been listening to enough of his conversations with isabela to have a pretty good idea by now. "i could leave you alone, if that’s what you prefer." she could, but pestering him is much more fun.

His brow furrows at her admission. He hadn’t asked after her family, now had he? The imparting of such personal information left him at a loss for words. She sure was an open book, flaunting the inked pages of her lifestory. It must have had to do with her claim to Champion-hood.

"I don’t have friends," he states plainly. "Which is why I find your assertions all the more suspicious." The least she could do is see things from his perspective. Anyone would be skeptical at the wild claims she insisted on making.

Her feelings on the matter aren’t exactly his responsibility either, as he knows far less.

"What I prefer has little to do with your course of action."

if it was important, then she wouldn't have brought it up. it's not important anymore. she's not who she once was, her skinny knees half-buried in the ferelden mud.

hawke rolls her eyes.

"not with that kind of attitude, you won't."

she can only imagine how ruffled fenris would be if he had run into merril instead.

"so you're just going to wander this place aimlessly until...what, exactly? until you bump into danarius by some lucky chance?"

"okay, i know that my bed smells of dog, but i promise that isn't me"

- every ferelden ever

#ooc #going 2 bed #goodbye lovelies

Everytime I play MotA I like to think her makeup got fckd up in prison lmao

#gallery #ORLESIANS RUIN EVERYTHING #tru ferelden 2 the bone tbh

#gallery #the ultimate bae tbh

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A rude awakening - [Intro]

hawke is no warrior, but she manages to block by crossing her arms just in time. it’s obvious that she’s used to being assaulted by someone shorter than her.

(now that carver is her height, assualting her seemed a little too…serious. not to mention downright suicidal.)

the kick still hurt like a bitch, but at least hawke isn’t’ about to throw up her nonexistent lunch. hmmm, lunch sounds really good right about now.

"goodness, do you do that to everyone who accidentally touches you, or was i just the hundredth lucky winner?"

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Bringing his leg back and stamping his heel on the ground, the half-fishman turns his nose up and snarls at the woman. Good thing she diffused a potential ‘fight’ rather than retaliating before they could garner enough attention to be exiled.

“Come off it, lady! I’ve had a rough day. First I get kidnapped by a cryptic fisherman who won’t tell me squat, next I get scolded by the chick in the processing place for drawing on myself with the pens they have, and now I just bumped into the ugliest woman in the whole world!” Dellinger paces angrily back and forth, fuming over how unlucky he’s been. “It’s not fair! Fuck whoever caused this! I’ll track them down myself and I’ll get my whole family to tear them apart if I don’t wreck them until there’s nothing left first!”

that's marian hawke. always a people-pleaser.

"oooh, are we sharing bad days?" hawke's eyes start looking into the distance as she recounts the countless number of days that varric's business rivals have tried to send the carta after her. and that one time she was sent into the fade to fight some really pissy demons. or the time she walked into a cave to confront some slavers and ended up fighting her way through twenty giant spiders.

except this kid's voice was so unkind to the eardrums. grating, really. she doesn't think that she wants to hear any more of his complaints.

"don't worry. as long as i'm attractive to people at the age of consent or above, i think i'm good." not that she was ever interested, but hawke was also not interested in going to jail.

"you're shouting your plans to the entire street, and you think that's any kind of winning strategy?" she shakes her head the way that her late father would. "goodness, you would have fit right in at kirkwall."

#betabloody #lmao as long as you don't mind what a snarky lil shit she is

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culture shock .::. intro

Xiaolongnü hadn’t seen many towns before, but the people of this one seemed particularly strange. They came in all sorts of shapes and sizes—and even colors.

She rather thought they must have been suffering from some sort of disease, because hair color like that had to be unnatural, especially when it stuck up at such odd angles. An imbalance in the internal energies, perhaps? That would explain why some of them wore such uncomfortable, stiff-looking clothing. They’d need the extra armor to protect their insides if they were in such a sorry state.

Then there were a few who went to the other extreme, and seemed to have ran out of the house that day without putting on all of their clothes.

A fair amount of them, she noted, had colored sashes like herself. She wasn’t sure what to do with hers—the person who had given her one suggested she tie it on her arm, but that was ridiculous. She couldn’t possibly fight properly with it there.

For now she held the fabric in her hands, twisting and tying it in knots. It was of good make—sturdy and well-cut despite its frivolous color. The fisherman had said something about being ‘conscripted’ or not, hadn’t he?

Conscription and war. And now, something about capturing ‘traitors’ as well. Aside from its people and its rulers, it seemed that society had changed little since her twelve years of isolation.

"Master was right," she murmured to herself. "The world outside…is rather worthless."

hawke had tucked her black sash on the inside of her belt, allowing the edges to hang loosely in the wind. she had been apathetic about wearing the amell family crest. a political affiliation had been no different, really.

she plops down next to the woman, mostly because there was nobody else nearby to talk to. how bad could she possibly be?

"as opposed to what, exactly?" hawke leans back a little and stretches her arms. "indulge me?" she gives the woman a shit eating grin. hawke can't imagine what she's talking about. woven bracelets, broken halla horns, cracked staves -- pretty much anything can be sold with the right connections.

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A rude awakening - [Intro]

“What’s all this crap for? I don’t wanna be here, I have to get home to the Young Master!” The Fishman frowned, looking over the new scenery and at the colorful sash adorning his slender arm. The tied ends fluttered in a passing breeze. Attempting to capsize the boat the fisherman took him here in earlier was futile, his strength seeming to have vanished in a heartbeat as soon as his eyes opened. What pride could he have in this body if his beloved and feared power was nowhere to be found?

Whining, Dellinger stomped a foot against the stone pathway as he slumped against a building, his high heel clacking on the smooth surface. The disappointment that washed over him when the stone didn’t break hurt worse than these heels did when he was first breaking them in. Troublesome. So very troublesome. He threw his head back and groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose between two well-manicured fingers. Namely the thumb and the pointer.

”Kyaaaa, this sucks! When I find who did this and who made me weak, I’m gonna make them wish they were never born! Then… Then I’ll do it again so they’ll wish they were never born twice over!” Dellinger huffed, swiping a blind punch in the air and storming off down the side of the nearest canal, muttering to himself in a fury. “Stupid fisherman piece of shit taking me here and kidnapping me… Young Master’s gonna be pissed and I’m getting demoted…”

Nobles, merchants, and travelers alike scoffed or avoided Dellinger entirely, the fishman not caring for their judgement on his temper tantrum. One of the people in the crowd had the misfortune of bumping shoulders with him, Dellinger whipping around and sending a kick at their stomach. Without his fishman strength, it wouldn’t be at it’s usual ‘stone crushing’ ferocity, but he didn’t call this one the ‘high heel pistol’ for nothing.

“Screw you!" He barked at the stranger in his misdirected anger. This poor person didn’t deserve it, but Dellinger cared for their reception as much as he cared for actually wearing pants. "Next time you’d better think twice about bumping into me, moron!"

hawke is no warrior, but she manages to block by crossing her arms just in time. it's obvious that she's used to being assaulted by someone shorter than her.

(now that carver is her height, assualting her seemed a little too...serious. not to mention downright suicidal.)

the kick still hurt like a bitch, but at least hawke isn't' about to throw up her nonexistent lunch. hmmm, lunch sounds really good right about now.

"goodness, do you do that to everyone who accidentally touches you, or was i just the hundredth lucky winner?"

Longer hair = more blood magic

#gallery #tw self harm

the fortune teller speaks no lies // intro, open

when hawke finally reaches the yaoguai, her first instinct is to turn around and keep on walking. she figured that she couldn't possibly make it from kirkwall to the with all of her wealth intact, but mahogany beds and imported cheese would have been...nice.

maybe there's another athenril somewhere around here that she's supposed to suffer before clawing her way to infamy.

hawke thinks that she saw someone move, but it turned out to be a handful of scorpions and lizards. whoever the local crime lord is, she can only hope to find them before she's eaten alive by the vermin. human or otherwise.

before that, she should probably figure out how to defend herself.

hawke doesnt' believe in half-assed attempts. she summons all of her strength and attmepts to throw a full-sized fireball at the nearest lizard. nothing. not a single spark. her face flushes with embarrassment, even if there is nobody watching. this isn't who she is, this isn't--

(the only thing worse than a dead mage is an incompetent one)

maybe she should have dragged fenris all the way here after all. grouch or not, the only reaction that a guy would have when faced with the poisonous wildlife would be to cut it down.

hawke resolves to find some kind of magic artifact to channel her powers with. in the meantime, she better learn how to throw a good punch, and soon.

#ynqj open #ynqj into

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