Dragon Age 2: Pariah

Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Age …anything, and then some.

"Now, most of the time we'd have too much to drink, and we'd laugh at the stars and we'd share everything. Too dumb to notice and too young to care, love was a story that couldn't compare. I said "Girl can I tell you a wonderful thing? I made you a present with paper and string. Open with care now, I'm asking you please, you know that I love you, will you marry me?" Now son, I'm only telling you this because life, can do terrible things. You'll learn one day, and I'll hope and I'll pray, that god, shows you differently…

She said… "Boy, can I tell you a terrible thing, it seems that I'm sick, and I've only got weeks… please don't be sad now, I really believe, you were the greatest, thing, that ever happened to me."

- Mayday Parade, Terrible Things Verse 2.

Pariah 8

I was Arrested! Oh Creators, how do I always managed to get myself into these situations.

It was not 3 hours after Hawke left that I was walking around the High town market, finally beginning to feel as if I was fitting in. That is why I did not realize that the person making the rude call was talking to me.

"Oi! Elf!" I turned and looked at the man, who was clearly angry. It was a town guard, his buddy, who looked tired, moved forward. The lead looked mad, and had his hand resting on the hilt of his sword.

"Yes?" I asked, trying to sound calm while my nerves jangled.

"Where'd you lift that finery elf?" I had no idea what he was talking, and stated it.

"Excuse me?" I thought I had said it with puzzlement, but the reddening of his face made me wonder.

"That finery, who'd you steal it from?" I figured out that he was talking my new clothes.

"These clothes?" I asked, "They are mine." He seemed surprised.

"No elf could afford something like that. You steal it from your employer?" I was still confused.

"No." I wanted to clear the confusion, and get on my way. "Hawke gave them to me…" I cast around for the right word, but I think I picked the wrong one. " I am his Mistress." He looked disgusted and shook his head.

"Bleeding nobles, sullying themselves on the help staff, 'nuff to make a man sick."

After this point, the conversation was no longer…coherent. A few minutes later I stared dazedly at a pair of wrist irons securing my arms as the Guard led me away. Then, they actually THREW me into a jail cell.

So, for three hours, I sat on a wooden cot, with my wrists shackled, willing myself not to cry. I did well, not even a sniffle. I was halfway through another "what the hell have I gotten myself into?" session, when a familiar voice brought me out of it and looking up.

"What are you doing in here?" It was Aveline! And…she looked disapproving. Well, more than usual anyway.

"…I…I honestly don't know." It all came out on the tail of a breath, and seemed a bit hoarse to my ears. She huffed, and then walked away, and my spirits sank even lower. I could hear her talk to the jail guard.

"Why is that elf in cell number 4?" she asked the guard on duty.

"Guardsman Randolph brought her in on charges of burglery, public whoring, and disrespecting a guard." He answered tersley.

"Really?" she replied contemplatively. "you were on duty with him, if I recall. Run me through it." He the provided and rather factual, if uncolored account of what happened. She was quiet for a minute.

"Guardsman Godric, in your opinion, does the elf deserve to be locked up?

"If the explanation of where she acquired those clothes is factual, then no. I do not."

"Believe me, I happen to be familiar with Serah Hawke, and do, in fact, know that the finery was gifted to her. She is his Lady, not Mistress, and hails from the Dalish encampment that was outside of the city. As you are no doubt aware, they are not altogether familiar with our words. Release her and send her on her way, I need to go and have a word with Ser Randolph."

Aveline walked past my cell without so much as a glance and the guardman followed shortly, releasing me.

"Sorry for the mix up, Ma'am, but you would no doubt be surprised by the number of elf criminals we get in 'ere, trying to use a made up status as a nobleman's Mistress to avoid trouble." He hitched the keys back to belt. "To avoid this type of incidence in the future, it would be best if you were to identify yourself as "The Lady of the House of Hawke," Or just "Lady Hawke." He held out his arm in the direction of the exit. I thanked him for the advice, and made my way home, panic over, and lost in thought.

Would it be appropriate to call myself Lady Hawke? Don't you have to get Married to be a "Lady?" (Sigh) I hope nothing else frightening happens while Hawke is away.

(-)

Hawke's back. It's not good. He was brought in by two men I do not recognize late last night. He is terribly sick, and has been sequestered in room with nothing but a pail of water, and a slop bucket. The men told me nothing outside of the fact that he would recover in a few days, and to "let him alone until he recovered, wench!" I am sure that if I was not so concered I would be angry. His veins are all standing out, and he's so pale… I'm staying at the Alienage hovel, and Bodahn will fetch me when he recovers enough to hold solids down. At least working on the Elivian will help keep me distracted for the time being.

What have you gotten yourself into Now, Hawke?

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Micro update, long time coming, sorry a lot, phokes…er Folks. Progressivly, Reach, Gears Beta, Reach, Modern warfare 2, and L.A. Noire and…damn it, ****ing MapleStory have gotten in the way and completely killed my buzz on this. Like, you don't even know. And before I can get re invested, I have to play through it again, because…well, I've plain forgot what happens, detail wise. And, before that, I have to shore myself up to go through Origins, again. Ugh, I hate the Circle of Magi in that game, serious, it's breaking my balls.

So, my plan is to hit a few small, periodic updates here and there, just of whatever the hell I can make up on the spot. Got a work break at the end of june, before the Big Launches are fully under way, (Don't expect anything the Week of Duke Nukem) but the last in game part is the next BIG chunk, so, I'll see if I can get to the game in my week off, unless I can afford Red Faction: Arrmagedon. Magnet gun = HOURS of wasted time tearing stuff down. OH! And Portal 2 ate 3 days of Awesome in there, too.

Thanks for the Patronage…

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