Bioware owns the characters, I just twisted it a bit and added my own. There are something's that are the same but I decided to change it up a bit hope you enjoy
A new character is added to the lot, a woman by the name of Pandora who came from the mountain range right outside of Starkhaven, as Sebastian puts it, she is a Highlander (from the Scottish I know, but it makes things a lot easier, for example, Antivan; Spanish, Orlias; French, and so on…) I would really like your reviews to make me a better writer Thank you!
Meeting Pandora
"Are you an Andrastain, Fenris?" Sebastain asked as Hawke, Fenris, Verric, and himself walked along the Wounded Coast.
Hawke almost stopped in his tracks when he heard the words come out of the exiled prince's mouth.
It took Fenris a minute to answer. "If I say no, wil you attempt to convert me?" Verric opened his mouth to pipe in but Hawke shook his head. He knew where this was going.
"Many elves believe in the Maker, I only ask because I wonder if your experiences…soured your faith." Hawke let out a small sigh, here we go again with the preacher talk…Hawke wondered if he was the only one who felt the earge to stuff a piece of cloth down Choir Boy's throat. He took a glance at Verric and almost bursted out laughing. Verric was watching them intently as if waiting for Fenris to take a swing at Sebastain and finally finding the off button, which only Isabela has seemed to press a few times…and that was because of well…she was Isabela and always had something to make someone go quiet, even Choir Boy.
"My faith was never strong. It's difficult for a slave to have faith in someone who abandonded them." Fenris said in a serious tone.
"The Maker didn't enslave you Fenris." Sebastian said in an equal tone.
"He didn't help me escape much either." Fenris retorted.
Hawke sighed and looked around, something, anything to distract them.
"And yet you stand here free. Perhaps he helped you more than you think." Sebastain said.
Before Fenris could reply, Hawke spoke up.
"Sebastain, do you think you could hit that target over there?" He pointed north of them. On the lower beach there was a shield that was mostly covered in sand and was behind a pile of rocks.
Sebastain smiled. "Testing my skill again Hawke?" He said teasingly.
"Hawke look!" Verric said pointed to a ditch that was not far from them. Hawke quickly turned that way and saw a woman with long red hair laying face down in a ditch. The four of them quickly ran off to see if they could aid her.
Hawke reached the woman before the others. He quickly looked over her body to see any open wounds. Nothing, other than the cut on her head. He turned to Sebastain.
"You and Verric look around and see if you can find anything that may lead to why she was here." Hawke turned to Fenris, "Your with me. I need you to hold her head still as I try to heal it." Fenris nodded at the command; Verric smiled at the sudden change in Hawke. From the funny and laid back man from just a few minutes ago to the damanding fearless leader.
Fenris leaned down to pick up the woman who felt light in his arms, she was small for a human female.
He quickly but gently set the woman on a pile of grass so that Hawke could get to work healing her head. Fenris brushed long red curls away from the wound as Hawkes hand glowed a light blue.
"Damn!" Both men heard Verric say about ten minutes later. Fenris looked up to see Verric and Sebastain run towards them. "We found nothing around here, not even a sign of struggle. Which means that either she is a noblewoman who cant put up a fight or she was hit and knocked out before they got here."
Sebastain's eyes widened as he looked down at the woman. No...it couldnt be...
He saw a pendent around her neck with a sapphire blue stone, and burnt into the stone was a bow and cresent moon, and tracing the moon was a line of gold. "Oh Maker..."
Hawke, Fenris, and Verric turned towards him. They noticed what he was staring at.
"Do you recognize her Sebastian?" Verric asked. Hawke turned to begin working on her head again.
"Not herself no...but the pendent, her clan...All of Starkhaven knows who they are. They call themselves the Highlanders; they live in the small moutain range right above Starkhaven. Most people call them barbarians. The bow represents that she is a archer, and the cresent moon represnets that she is the daughter of the priestess, and the gold tracing means that she is a mage."
The three men look back at the woman. Fenris had a confused look on his face. "How could she be a archer and a mage?" He asked, looking back up at Sebastain.
"Archmage, a mage trained in arcane and weapons...the art was abandoned centeries ago...the only ones who kept it alive are the Highlanders." He said, not looking away from the woman. He hasnt seen a Highlander, let alone one of their priestess' this far away form the mountains.
Hawke stopped working on her head and bent to pick her up. "Fenris, do you mind if we have her stay at your mansion until she is fully healed? I dont want news of her presense to spread." Fenris nodded and followed Hawke and the others back to Kirkwall.
