This ball. Do tell me a date is not… required.
"I think its more fun to by one lonesome. Leaving as a twosome is even better do you think not?"
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This ball. Do tell me a date is not… required.
"I think its more fun to by one lonesome. Leaving as a twosome is even better do you think not?"
"Does my voice remind you of the dwarf? He’s the only one who ever counts our kills, and you know that he rounds up. I was more concerned about the pile of entrails looping around my ankles."
"Now c'mon Fenris have some fun will you not? I know that varric exaggerates but its all for good fun and besides I was more worried about controlling the local dragon population and also that shiny armor in its stomach."
"You think dragons a fearsome foe? Even if touched by the taint, they’re not invincible. The drakes are more of a nuisance than anything."
"Fenris do you remember the fight we at had the bone pit? All those annoying dragonlings coming hoard by hoard, maker there might have been one hundred of them."
"Anyone into magic?"
"Blood?"
"Doggies?"
"Magical blood hounds?"
"I need someone to talk about these things with, for some reason!"
"Blood Magic isn't something to laugh about friend, but from one mage to another I'll be glad to talk to you! My name is Hawke. You are?"
Break the Kirkwall down (Citta Intro)
After being in this city for a little while, you could almost forget how renowned Daylen was at home. Ferelden didn’t really matter in Hive City, neither did the Blight. So having someone mention it so directly was different to say the least. Not that the mage minded.
He killed the Arishok? Wouldn’t I have heard of something like that? Then again, he does seem a lot older than me. So… wait, maybe we got taken from different points in time? Would that even work?
"Well, you’re certainly not shy about showing it at least. I’d say drunken brawls are something to be avoided. I’m sure you’ll find your way soon enough. Do you know where you’re meant to be staying at least?
Also… what year are you from exactly? If it’s alright to ask?”
Hell he loved watching drunken brawls, as long as he wasn't in it. In particular he loved watching a certain pirate fight her way through drunken suitors and sailors who think they could take advantage of her.
"Oh? Since when have I been shy about anything? Oh dear dear cousin there is much for you to learn about me and I about you. As to wear I live its uh.." Hawke rubbed his chin a-bit and thinks.
"I am housed in uh they call it J-5? I don't understand why they name it by letters and number." He laughed and thought again. "Lets see around Dragon 9: 38? Give or take, I've been wandering the woods for quite a while."
Break the Kirkwall down (Citta Intro)
…I faintly remember the name Revka. She might have been my mother but I can’t honestly remember her at all. But his mother’s family? I mean, what are the chances that…
"Amell is the name of my… family, yes, although I haven’t seen or heard from any of them since I was six… I have to say I am your Hero of Ferelden cousin then! Daylen Amell, Warden-Commander of Ferelden and Arl of Amaranthine.
I think this is another world, in a sense? It’s all so difficult to explain. I mean, one minute I’m in 9:32 Dragon, and the next I’m here!
I think an experiment like that would just result in a drunken brawl more than anything ‘I love the stone!’ ‘I screwed your stone with my bow!’ and so forth. Very unpleasant for everyone involved.
I’ve been here for around… three months now?”
"I've heard of you cousin. It was only a year after the blight started when I heard news of the Hero of Ferelden, Slayer of the Archdemon and this and that. Well I am the Champion of Kirkwall, Slayer of the Arishok!" He exclaimed loudly, lifting one foot into the air and then stomping down, his fingers mimicking horns on his head.
Hawke shook his head and smiled, he wasn't one that was high and mighty over title. All the work he did was to supply his family with warmth, food,....safety. Yet through all his hard work he still couldn't save them all. He cleared his throat and looked up at his cousin, a person he thinks is his cousin.
"But a drunken brawl is lovely. Seeing humans, elves, and dwarves duke it out like common foes united via drinking is a beautiful thing in my eyes. Let it being over the stone, a mother, or a goat its far more entertaining then this. But then again I'm new here so I might find something that can rattle the space below my waist."
"Three months huh? Just how many things has been here. This whole place just smell of clean to me, and clean means everybody is up to no good."
Break the Kirkwall down (Citta Intro)
"Andraste?" Snowdrift’s eyebrows furrowed with confusion. "I’m…not sure what that phrase means, but the sentiment…is…" Oh. "I can’t help but get the feeling that you remind me of someone that I know…" Snowdrift held a hand to his chin-braid for a moment, an old habit.
Snowdrift shook his head and waved a hand dismissively. “Not that that matters much now, of course. Hawke, yes?” He asked. “Well…perhaps it’s a good thing that I’m here. I have a close friend known as Nurong who has the title ‘Hawkmaster’.” The Pandaren laughed aloud. “I wonder how he’s doing.”
"Well…this is Hive City. A massive, utterly advanced place that offers everything your heart could wish for…except, of course, explanations for why you’re here." Snowdrift shrugged his shoulders. "I was plucked away from the Shado-Pan Garrison in the Townlong Steppes. Where did they grab you from, Hawke?" Snowdrift asked respectfully.
"She was the wife of the Maker, a woman who helped found the Chantry Religion. Though her followers do not treat my kind well...well." Hawke laughed. Eyes never off Snowdrift. "I hear that alot, usually its a great aunt or a cousin from your mother side."
Hawke still looked at Snowdrift, he still didn't trust the giant bear but he seemed nice enough for now. He crossed his arm and tiled his head as the bear talked, mesmerized by how such a creature could handle such complex vocals as humans do. Garrett scoffed at the last part. "Hawkmaster? Hah! I am a free spirit not ones tied down though I did one night with a lovely maiden." He laughed too. "I wonder how she's doing."
"So it's like the Paradise after Death I heard so much about?" He had heard from other people that the Maker welcomes you to paradise. From others he heard they integrate with the fade and become magic itself. "Me? I was taken from the wilds outside Kirkwall."
Break the Kirkwall down (Citta Intro)
Snowdrift heard the strange outsider and smiled at once. He reminded him greatly of…well, someone that Snowdrift had met on his first day in Hive City. Daylen Amell…perhaps he would be greatly interested in this individual. "Hello, there." Snowdrift nodded as the man passed him by. "I take it this is your first day in Hive City? It’s…certainly a sight to see."
The Pandaren introduced himself with a salute, tucking his fist to his palm and bowing slightly. “I am called Snowdrift, and I have encountered many upon their entry into this place.” He stated hastily, “This is no costume. I’ve had many people ask me that, and I’ve had to assure them that this isn’t. Of course, I’ve also had one person try to take off my fur…” Snowdrift shuddered slightly and waited for the man to reply.
A voice caught him by surprise as he walked but what made him stop was who the voice belonged to. His boots nearly skidded as halted and looked upright. Hawke couldn't help but gasp, his jaw lowered and eyebrow rose into a quizzical arch. There standing before him was something unhuman, too furry to be an abomination or blighted creature. Was he or she a "......Bear?"
"Uhm yes..I just arrived and my guid is a giant talking bear. Tell me did I drink too much and this is infact some sort of dream caused by a mixture of mead and old meat?"
The bear saluted Hawke and he did too although more awkward and slightly nervous. Just what magic was this that allowed him to see such visions. "Snowdrift...I'm Hawke. Pardon my asking but, what in Andraste's tits are you?"
Break the Kirkwall down (Citta Intro)
Lothering? Oh… he must have lived in Lothering when we all passed through. I’m still not sure if the darkspawn intentionally followed us or if they’d just decided to head there on their own. If it was the first part that weighs heavy on my conscience.
Daylen had heard about Kirkwall, but really his knowledge of the place was almost non-existent. All he knew was his family had originally come from there, and that he was born there. Then again, Grey Wardens were meant to forget their past right?
"I am a mage of Ferelden, yes. Daylen Amell at your service."
If this mage ends up recognizing that name then I’m in for a longer explanation than I thought. Then again, I suppose the title of ‘Hero of Ferelden’ is bigger than myself.
"Right now, we are in Hive City and there isn’t really any chance of escape. We’ve all been pulled here for some sort of ‘social experiment’ by these scientists who presumably have powers I can’t even imagine. It’s really hard to explain, but basically you’ll be living here from now on."
I guess at least now there’s a mage here I can identify with, instead of always explaining the four schools.
Hawke's eyes widened at the mention of the other's name. Mother had told him he had a cousin who was a circle mage. Later news after the defeat of the Archdemon mentioned that the hero who saved them all was an Amell. Could these two be related him. Hawke shook his head and grinned. Was this where the warden disappeared to all these years?
"Did you say your name was Amell? That was the name of my mother's family. I heard I had a second cousin who was the hero of Ferelden. By my mother's cousin uh...Revka if I remember right bless their souls.That wouldn't have happen to be you would it?"
Hawke couldn't believe it, could he really have another family near him? After losing his siblings and then his mother, Hawke only had uncle Gamlen and to be honest even that was going too far.
"So is this hive another world? If they want a social experiment just set and elf and dwarf in a pub and have them drink swill till one tries to hit on the barmaid. Another question but how long have you been here?"
Break the Kirkwall down (Citta Intro)
Normally, Daylen Amell was not the type to randomly approach strangers unless he needed to help them in some way or another. The Hero of Ferelden had tried to divide his time between work, casual heroics, and time for his own enjoyment.
He paused when he saw another man, wearing something that looked like a cross between mage robes and a suit of armor. He could only recognize it as being from his own world, and the wooden staff the man was carrying only confirmed Daylen’s suspicions.
Wooden staff held on his back and Circle robes worn, the mage quickly approached the other man. Daylen wasn’t sure how to start the conversation, but managed to stumble out a few words.
"Umm… excuse me, but I think I recognize your clothing. Are you a Fereldan mage?"
Hawke's train of thought was soon interrupted by a voice. Hawke turned when he heard the word Fereldan. He blinked and looked up and down at the stranger in disbelief. He was in full Circle robes which when compared to the other people in the city seemed severely out of place. Hawke raised his eyebrow at the individual and nodded.
"Yes? Well I originally was. I used to live in Lothering before the blight drove our family away to Kirkwall." If another Fereldan was here then maybe he was right and he was actually in the fade. He hooked his staff back onto his back and walked over toward the other male. "I guess you are too? How quaint. Then can you tell me just exactly where am I and uh who are you?"
Then another question crossed his mind. How long has he been here and does he know anything about the war. Hawke hoped this one was one of the more nicer mage, he would hate to have to clean up abomination off his clothes his early point.
Break the Kirkwall down (Citta Intro)
Boots landed on the hard concrete. His armor clanked and clanged as he walked, this world was surreal even more then the Fade. Everything was massive and made of metal, even bigger then Kirkwall. Hawke took in a deep breath and tried to absorb all around him. Just why was he here? Was he in some kind of illusion or did he really get transported to a different world. The tiny man in the magic box had said he now reside in Hive. Just exactly where was it.
Wherever he was, it had to be better then returning to Kirkwall. Many would blame him for the upcoming Mage/Templar War. He couldn't just let his brethren fall like that and what would he dear cousin the so called Mage and Hero of Ferelden would say. Hawke scoffed and stumbled out even further into the city. One thing he noticed was just how clean everything was, no dusty road or weird smell coming around. This place was high class like High Town.
The mage gripped the wooden staff he was given and looked at it with disdain. He already missed his useful staff of steel and fire. He would just have to make due. He was told he resided in J-5, at least they gave him housing. He laughed at the thought of being stuck in a hobble like he was when he lived with his uncle.
"Well I'm sure the smell couldn't be any worse."
"So how exactly do you work this building climbing box?"
"Seems like my oh so famous cousin is here too."
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