Dragons and Thrones: Final War – The Dragon Queen Rises
Chapter 36 of my crossover story, we now see the beginning of the end for the Faceless Men, enjoy.
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Hawke
Hawke watched the building with narrowed eyes; the very same building that gave him such an uneasy feeling when he was first in Braavos. Now he understood why, for now he knew, he was looking at the House of Black and White.
'They're in there...this isn't just about Anders, it's about all their victims.' Hawke thought to himself. 'Remember that; this isn't just vengeance, it's justice too...true justice.'
He and Varric would enter and clean the place out; they would make the Faceless Men pay, not just for Anders death, but all the blood they had spilled; all the deaths that had happened at their hand.
Following Varric's subtle threat, the Braavos representatives on the alliance had been very forthcoming with their information. They now knew exactly what to expect from those inside, as well as the fact that two of the most dangerous of the Faceless Men were inside at this present moment.
Hawke shook his head. 'Even if we don't actually see them, we'll still deal with them, this will end here, one way or another.'
He and Varric had plans after all to make sure the Faceless Men would have no comeback from this. All they needed now was to see how Braavos itself would react, what their answer would be to the demands given to them. That was why Hawke currently stood, simply watching his target, Varric stood nearby, also waiting, checking Bianca once again, making sure she was ready to fire.
It was at that moment, Hawke noticed something and tensed as someone approached them. But it turned out to be a street urchin who approached Varric, handed him a letter and then ran off.
"One of my eyes and ears here, Hawke." Varric explained to Hawke's questioning gaze. "Now let's see..."
He began to read the letter before grinning.
"Well Hawke, you got your wish; anyone with any sort of authority in Braavos has withdrawn. They've finally capitulated and washed their hands of the Faceless Men, there is no protection for them now..." Varric explained.
That was all Hawke needed to hear. With a casual nod to Varric, who got the hint, Hawke readied his staff and began to walk towards the House of Black and White. He wasted no time when he reached the doors and, verifying their strength, launched a powerful burst of magic at them, blowing them inwards, off their hinges.
Once through the door he quickly blasted a Cone of Cold to freeze the two assassin's that tried to approach him, his magic easily seeing through their disguises. Glaring coldly at the two frozen Assassin's Hawke snapped his fingers, shattering the ice, and them, into pieces. It was then Varric stepped through the door, shaking his head.
The Dwarf was almost laughing. "Maker's Breath Hawke, when you do destructive, you really put your heart into it, don't you?"
"Part of the plan, Varric." Hawke confirmed. "We're here to ensure the Faceless Men do not recover, we are to utterly destroy them, this place and something...very important to them...The only survivors will be any who are not here."
"Those out on contracts right now." Varric clarified.
Hawke nodded. "Yes; but there will be no further contracts, or a home for them to return to."
Varric nodded in agreement, having also brought along his own part of the plan, to aid Hawke in doing just that.
Stepping up to Hawke he spoke.
"Alright Hawke, listen, leave this to me, you just find...that place and deal with that. Leave the rest to me." He told him. "I've got what I need here and I'm...almost positive, the damage will be confined to this building."
Hawke nodded. "Good, alright, I'll leave you to it Varric and..."
Before he could finish Varric quickly fired Bianca, killing the Assassin that had been trying to sneak up behind Hawke.
"Anytime Hawke." Varric quipped.
Hawke smiled. "Right, let's go."
With that, they split up to perform their respective tasks; Hawke immediately encountering another two of the Faceless Men coming to attack him, clearly relying on trickery.
Hawke decided to show them real magic and used his skills as a Force Mage to blast them with powerful energy which slammed them into the ground with several cracking noises. They did not get up again.
Satisfied Hawke continued to make his way through the building, killing off any Assassin's that either tried to attack him, or tried to escape. He had also erected a barrier over the door that only he and Varric could pass; to ensure there would be absolutely no escape for the Faceless Men.
He had reached his destination, he was sure of it. He forced open the doors and stepped into the next room; the one he had been seeking, the chamber of masks.
"Well, such a shame you had to be so destructive, if you wanted to see us here, you could have just asked."
Hawke narrowed his eyes at the old man who sat on the raised dais in the middle of the room. The man smiled kindly at him, looking quite friendly, but Hawke was not fooled.
He knew this was the leader of the Faceless Men after all. "Spare me your nonsense, I'm not buying any of your lies, I'm only here for one thing."
"Of course you are." The man replied. "Everybody comes here for one thing...they seek a life to be taken, now...the life you seek…?"
Hawke narrowed his eyes in disgust. "Yours."
With that he struck, sending a wave of energy at the man who quickly disappeared. Hawke at once raised his staff, defensive and ready as he moved slowly, cautiously, through the room.
Letting his magic do the work he eventually stopped and relaxed, smiling calmly as, without looking, he turned and struck out with a Telekinetic Burst. The Old Man and the masks he had been hiding amongst on that wall, were thrown out onto the floor.
Recovering the man growled and charged attempting to stab Hawke with a dagger. He was quick, but Hawke already had his Mana Shield up, the attack did nothing and Hawke seized him by the front of his robes.
Glaring darkly Hawke spoke to the man.
"This is where it ends, for you and all the Faceless Men."
The Old Man scoffed. "Braavos will see you pay for this..."
Hawke smirked. "They've withdrawn your protection; no one is coming to help you, there will be no vengeance, any survivors you have, will be weakened, no masks, no contracts...no home."
The Old Man gasped, and Hawke quickly pushed him back, making him fall onto the dais. He then struck with a fire spell which burned the Old Man, his screams echoing throughout the room until finally he was dead.
Hawke used his magic to ensure he was really dead and then, satisfied, he began to walk back towards the doors.
As he walked he snapped his fingers and the flames still burning the corpse of the Old Man gathered together in mid air. Then they burst into multiple directions, striking the walls, blowing up and incinerating all the masks in the room as Hawke left it.
He was satisfied with his part, it was up to Varric now, he and his Lyrium bombs would do the rest.
End of chapter, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.