#redtemplarknight

[elhawke]

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The tavern chatter hushes as heavy footsteps approach. Bear shifts beside her, hackles raised as he growls low. El swallows the instinctive fear with her wine and gives him a bored sideways glance. “I don’t recall asking for a glass of Chantry arsehole.”

[nervoushealerquietdaggers-a]

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She felt tears begin to rise as a sob shuddered through her. “Alex.” Maz couldn’t believe what she was seeing----he was being consumed by lyrium.

You could have saved him. Her mind whispered. You could have tried harder to find a cure.

“I----I can’t.” Her voice was soft and quavery. She was utterly wretched. What usually came so easily to her now was the hardest thing she’d ever had to do. How could she bring herself to kill him?

[inevitableking]

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That they’re even meeting is purely coincidence. Alistair, with his head down and his voice at a low that has always been a rarity for the boisterous ex-Templar, staring face to face across the table at a man who may be able to help him and for whom he might offer the same opportunity.

He doesn’t know what brought him to this meeting. Or rather, how it quite ended up this way. But he can’t help the purse of his lips at the unfamiliarity, the feeling of wrongness. “I always did think I got out at just the right time,” he comments, despite his better judgement. “Nasty business, what all started happening.” He needs to learn to keep his mouth shut, but this time there’s a certain vindictiveness in it. He’s angry at what’s happened, at the good idea besmirched, even if it is not the fault of the man in front of him.

[totallynotabloodmage]

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Giant glowing green hole in the sky: check. Evil ancient Tevinters? Check. Red lyrium cropping up everywhere? Check. It was like the world had decided to just take a literal shit on itself, and while Hawke was all for scraping some off that shit back off a cliff, the Inquisition was... not what he’d expected.

Oh, it was impressive and organised, but it was also Revered Mothers and the Chant of Light and so far up itself politically that Hawke wanted to scream. It was all trying so very hard to be so very epic. Naturally, Varric was in his element, but Hawke? Hawke was happier busting heads.

And if the Inquisition had one thing, it was plenty of territory spread too thin, with far too little in the way of ground troops, which meant that when a village was being overrun with red Templars--which was always--Hawke could grab a dracolisk and his staff, maybe a few daggers for good measure, and put some of that energy to good use.

Maker knew if he had to listen to another benediction, he was going to emulate Andraste and light himself on fire.

[illfatedvoyage-a]

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“You...” His head tilted slightly, eyes narrowing. “Do I know you? I feel like we’ve met before, somewhere.” He hadn’t thought his memory was bad, but then again, it’d been a while since he saw more than the same handful of people day in and day out. Becoming a bit of hermit tended to do that.

[hidinginhumor]

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Stab My Muse: Accepting 

It was bound to come to this sooner or later. They both had made it perfectly clear they hated each other. A physical fight was going to happen. What better place than the Gallows? The Chantry laid in ruins and the Circle was in chaos. Templars and mages fought in every corner. Neil was almost glad to run into Agar. If anyone was going to take the man down, he wanted to have that right. The two didn’t waste words. Their battle began as soon as they saw one another. Neil didn’t bother with ranged magic. He tapped into his skills as a knight enchanter, fighting Agar sword to magic-sword. Hawke had never fought so long like this before. Yet, keeping focused on holding the blade was easier than first imagined. 

Yet unlike a real sword, a magically conjured one could only last so long. As hard as he fought, Neil’s mana still ran dry. The sword faded at the worst possible time--when Agar stepped forward with a thrust. There was nothing Neil could do but take the blow. The sword bit into the flesh below his collarbone. He saw the look of triumph flash on Agar’s eyes and knew he met his end. But they’d both forgotten Hawke’s companions. Aveline charged in with a shield bash, driving Agar back while Carver pulled Hawke to safety. 

Later in the temporary safety of the Gallows, Aveline could only say that Agar got away. Neil knew he’d bear the man’s scar for the rest of his life. 

[meravaas]

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“It’s none of your concern.” Maybe he shouldn't have gotten that angry — shouldn’t have taken it out on the poor wall, but at the same time, there was no other way for him to get out his anger. Not anymore at least, “I’m fine.”

     If that’s the sort of rage stewing inside then it most certainly is her      concern, lest it be turned on her during some fit. Crossing her arms      over her chest, Saarebas frowns.

         “You are clearly not fine. What’s going on?”

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     “Me too,” Inara admits with a considerable measure of displeasure, sniffing at the sweat-damp cloth of her shirt only to wrinkle her nose in disgust and half-gag for effect. Maker, she hates being these long-haul missions across the Western Approach (and that’s before she gets into complaining about the company).

     “Griffon Wing Keep isn’t too far off. We get there, we can clean ourselves up. Just try to refrain from... you know, stabbing me or something until we make it.”