i know. i havent written in forever. but i started World of Warcraft, and this idea just popped into my head during play time. if you like it, do tell. if you don't, keep walking. And yes, Tonks is a real name. This unusual and interesting surname is a patronymic from the name "Tonk", itself being a diminutive of the personal name Thomas, an Aramaic name meaning "twin". The surname is found mainly in the Midlands, and is first recorded in the 16th Century (see below). In the modern idiom the variants include Tunks, Tonkin, Tunkes, Tunks, Tunckes, etc.. One Thomas Tunckes was buried at St. Antholin, London in 1603. Thomas, son of William and Mary Tunks, was christened at Fenny Drayton, Leicestershire, on April 15th 1744, and William, son of Peter and Ann Tonks, was christened at St. Andrew, Holborn on October 28th 1766. John Tonks married Mary Bardwell at St. George, Hanover Square, London in 1789. One Thomas Tonkin (1678-1742) was a Cornish historian having studied at Queen's College, Oxford, and Lincoln's Inn. He lived on his Cornish estates, collected topographical and genealogical information, and projected a history of Cornwall. The first recorded spelling of the family name is shown to be that of Alice Tunks, (christened), which was dated 1519, at St. Botolph's, Bishopsgate, London, during the reign of King Henry V111, known as "Good King Hal", 1509-1547. Surnames became necessary when governments introduced personal taxation. In England this was known as Poll Tax. Throughout the centuries, surnames in every country have continued to "develop" often leading to astonishing variants of the original spelling.

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Tonks

i couldn't remember why i was fighting. I couldn't remember who i was fighting. All i knew was the feel of blood dripping down my arms and wild, almost fevered rage in me. It was a fire, a schorching one, and i liked it. All too soon though, the fight stopped. I mourned the loss of the feeling of my Berserk feeling, but kept it in. Didn't need the dwarves having another reason to pick on me. Speaking of dwarves though... amoung all the bodies in the large tunnel, a large majoirty darkspawn, no dwarves were amoung them. He had ditched me! i should've figured. Torrin was looking at me alot lately, as if looking for a moment when i was distracted. Well, he got his wish. I only hoped i might get to run across his corpse as i returned. That set off another, more alarming thought. How do i get back? I began to panic, something i hadn't felt in a while. Torrin had been leading the way, and i had foolishly trusted him to return me to Sylvanwood mostly undamaged. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

As soon as i had begun to head off in any random direction, i heard voices. Human voices. And they were getting louder. Alarmed, i quickly hid, hoping i wouldn't be spotted should the voices not be friendly. I pressed against a rock pillar, ignoring the singing of lyrium inside it. now was not the time to go on a lyrium-charged rampage. watching closely, i had a perfect view as a human male, with pale skin and a black beard, accompanied by bright copper eyes. next to him was a young woman, maybe 23, 24. she was similar in a lot of ways, except for her striking dark blue eyes. she was something many men could call 'cute.' third was a dwarf, a short blonde one, with a duster coat and, to my surprise, no beard. if he did, i could've easily mistaken him for Torrin. i was going to sneak up behind the group, when a fourth woman came in. tall, firey red hair, freckled, and emerald green eyes. the woman had been a soldier, that much i could see. she was well-built, and defined. she bore guard armor, which gave me quite a shock. what would a city guard be doing in the deep roads. no sane criminal would come down here unless they had no value for their life and their freedom. my thoughts were cut off when the dwarf spoke, causing all my attention to immidiately route back to him. listening closely, she heard:

" Hawke, i think it's time we set up camp. feels like nightfall to me, and we're all ready to topple."

" I would agree. Mages are many things, sturdy is not one of them." black haired girl (his sister perhaps) tried to joke, setting her staff down and throwing herslf on the ground.

" Okay, we'll set camp. looks like we dont have much choice." Hawke said, setting his sword down, but not sitting.

they all gave a groan of agreement, each of them sitting and resting.

"so who do you think killed all these darkspawn, brother? Its unlikeyly they are alive." hawke's sister asked, looking around her. she didnt seem to see me, but i would rather not take any risks.

" a very skilled warrior it seems. he or she must have trained long and hard. i doubt they are alive. " the red head added, following the other girls gaze.

"if they were, they'd be invaluble." Hawke agreed.

I couldn't take it anymore. i needed to speak to them, to make sure i'm alive. to know im not just having hopeful thoughts. i called out, breaking from the shadows " what if she were?"

That made all of them jump up, drawing weapons at my unexpected arrival. they all looked me over, almost as if to make sure i was real, and not some ghost, or a figment of their imagination. honestly i couldn't blame them. i thought the same of them.

" who- who are you? are- ar- are you really down here?" Hawke stuttered, looking at me with fear and even disbelif.

" ah, rude of me. allow me to amend that. i am Tonks. just Tonks. and i could ask you that same question." said calmly. a thing i learned from crowley. you were better off introducing yourself calmly than rushed. it had worked for me at least.

" did you hear that entire conversation? are you the person who killed all of these?" he asked, awe seeping into his eyes.

" as a matter of fact, i did. no easy feat, but i give my berserker training credit."

" berserker? down here?" Hawke's sister asked, awed and even a little jealous. i didn't blame her.

" yes. i was originally part of a recovery misson, where we were to recover a very interesting artifact. a lyrium idol. we had plans for it, but i must ask, have you beaten us to this relic?" I asked, wondering if maybe my mission wasnt all for nothing.

" as a matter of fact, we did." the red head said, looking at me with some kind of remembering.

" and we handed it to my brother bartrand, and he took off with it. locking us inside the chamber." The dwarf finished angerily.

" sounds familiar. i traveled with a dwarf down here, and he ditched me. im stuck as well."

"perhaps we can travel together. at least we're both after the same goal."

" that... would be good. i'm lost myself. my name's Tonks. no fore name, Tonks is my last name."

" i'm garret. this is my sister bethany, and my friends aveline and varric."

" pleased to meet all of you. i offer my warmest greetings in this forsaken place, and i hope we can meet better under safer circumstances."

I took Garret's hand, shaking it, and suddenly i felt as if i were signing a pact. one that would rivet my entire mission, sending it completely upside down.