Dragon Age Ⅱ: The Tragedy of Hawke

Chapter 1: Exodus pt1

Unknown-9:40 Dragon

In an empty estate in Kirkwall, there were sounds of footsteps and clanging armor. Two warriors were carrying a brown-haired clean shaven dwarf in dark brown clothing that neither too common or too regal like a noble but showed off his bountiful chest full of hair. His face was full of bruises along with a broken nose; the warriors placed the dwarf in chains and led him to the room of the estate's previous lord. The dwarf looked at the symbol on one of the warrior's armor, the all-seeing eye…the insignia of the Seekers of Truth. They were an order that acts as a secret police force for the Chantry, sanctioned directly by the Divine in Val Royeaux. The organization acted as a check on the power of the Templar Order, acting in a secretive, investigative and interrogative capacity to root out corruption and protect the Chantry from internal and external threats. They also may become involved in the hunting of particularly cunning apostates. Templars fear and despise the Seekers, as they must usually involve themselves when the Templars are failing in their duties.

The dwarf cursed to himself, for the Seekers of Truth to be involved things were more screwed up than he thought. He was thrown into the chair as a raven-haired woman in a black and grey suit of armor ran through a large book. The dwarf cracked his noses back into place; the woman saw this and was quick to reprimand her subordinates. The looks on the two warriors' face told the dwarf that this woman was not to be trifled with. She had dismissed them and they walked just outside the room. "I've had gentler invitations"

The woman turned and walked towards the dwarf. "I am Cassandra Pentaghast, Seeker of the Chantry"

"The Right Hand of the Divine coming to see little old me? I don't know rather to be flattered or terrified"

"That depends on your answer, dwarf" she said. "I seek the Champion"

The dwarf looked at his and raised a brow. "Which one?" Cassandra glared at him and threw the book at his face. By the time the dwarf looked up, the Seeker had a sword at his neck.

"Do not toy with me!" she growled. "You know exactly why I'm here!" A short-temper this one has, and very no nonsense. The dwarf made a note to be very cautious of his words. "Start talking, they tell me you're good at it" The sword pointed down and she stabbed the book on his lap…never has the dwarf been so thankful for thick books.

"What do you want know?"

"Everything, start at the beginning"

The Blightlands-9:30 Dragon

The Blightlands are completely devoid of any life except for darkspawn. Most, if not all plant and animal life has been killed or corrupted by the blight. The Imperial Highway is the only describable landmark. Hurlocks roamed the wasteland looking for their next victim until one of them was struck by a lightning spell, the other hurlocks looked behind him to find bronze-skinned man with long dark-red hair tied in a ponytail, his face was marked by tattoos of the Chasind. His eyes were a striking sliver-blue that almost looked like he was looking into your soul. He wore a black and blood red armor and carried two wickedly curved daggers that was hungry for the blood of his enemies.

To his side was his beautiful younger sister, a raven- haired young woman with skin as tan and smooth as the finest Antivan leather, she was dress in white and gray clothing that showed her well curved body and her blessed endowments. She carried a staff crackling with the intensity of a storm. The man came in like grease lightning and quickly slashed the first hurlock's neck. He then turned on his heels and drop kicked the second one to the ground, the Hurlock roared in anger but was quickly silenced the rogue's daggers of death. His younger sister kneeled down and observed the Hurlock.

"Scouts…we will have to fight them sooner or later"

The man frowned and readied his daggers. "Then we make our stand here, prepare yourself" Soon hordes upon hordes of darkspawn gathered all around the siblings, hungry for their flesh. They rushed the siblings; the brother slashed the hurlock's throat and flipped over the darkspawn to kick the other in the face. The sister shot a fireball out of her hand and burned the approaching darkspawn to ashes. The darkspawn surrounded her, and the mage slammed her staff to the ground…jagged shards of ice erupted from the ground and impaled the darkspawn. The darkspawn continued to pour in, the sibling was finding themselves fatigue after every wave.

"We can't keep this up forever"

"Perhaps we'll be lucky and they'll run out of darkspawn" The mage summoned a wall of fire to impede the darkspawn's progress while her brother took care of the stragglers. The fight continued on until the darkspawn fell, the siblings felt a tremor coming their way. A large ogre appeared with more darkspawn and charged. The siblings scattered leaving them separated from one another. The mage cast cone of cold to keep away the darkspawn while her brother hit the ogre from the side. He took a flask from his belt and blinded the ogre long enough to climb the giant darkspawn and stab it in the head. The ogre fell with a giant thud, but the darkspawn kept coming. The siblings closed rank around each other so the darkspawn could not get behind them.

"There's no end to them…" Things look bleak for the siblings until they felt another rumble and they looked behind. On a ledge was a dark red high dragon and she was angry…one roar was all it took for the darkspawn hordes scatter. She took to skies and rained down fire.

"Bullshit!"

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The dwarf raised a brow. "I'm sorry?"

"You are full of shit, that's not what really happened!" Cassandra said angrily.

"Does that not match the story you've heard, Seeker?" Cassandra circled around the dwarf gazing hard at him; he was almost impressed most people couldn't see through his bullshit until it was too late and the Seeker saw through it immediately.

"I didn't come for stories; I'm here for the truth"

"Huh, and what makes you think I know?" the dwarf asked. Cassandra came up to him with a growl and pointed at him accusingly.

"Don't lie to me! You knew him even before he became the Champion!"

"Even if I did, I don't know where he is now"

The Seeker turned around in frustration. "Do you have any idea what's at stake here?!"

The dwarf crossed his arms. "I can venture a guess; your precious Chantry has fallen to pieces and put the entire world on the brink of war" he said. "And you need him to help you put it back together"

"The Champion was at the heart of it when it began" she said. "If you can't point me to him, tell me everything you know" It was then the dwarf noticed that Cassandra's eyes were no longer hardened but pleading and full of fear…the fear of not knowing what was going to happen in the future. He had seen it a lot around Kirkwall, hell he had seen on his face when looking in the mirror. The dwarf leaned in.

"You aren't worried I'll just make it up as I go?"

"Not at all" No hesitation whatsoever, she was truly deserving of her title.

"Well, I hope you conformable because this shit gets long and weird"

The story starts in Ferelden, it was 9:30 Dragon and the very beginning of the Fifth Blight. Darkspawn poured out of the Korcari Wilds, clashing against King Cailan's army at the ruins of Ostagar. It was a fucking disaster, King Cailan died on the field with his men, betrayed by his most trusted general and his father-in-law…honestly I don't know which part of that is worse. Unopposed, the horde marched on the village of Lothering…the village burned and many innocents were slaughtered. Hawke and his family would have been one of them if it wasn't for his father staying behind to give them time to escape. But the darkspawn are nothing if not relentless, they soon gave chase as Hawke and his family tries to escape Ferelden.-Tales of Varric Tethras

The Blightlands-9:30 Dragon

The Blightlands are a region in southern Ferelden completely devoid of any life except for darkspawn. Most, if not all plant and animal life has been killed or corrupted by the blight. A man was running for his life, his name was Ericks Hawke. He was a bronze-skinned man with long dark-red hair tied in a ponytail; his face was marked by red tattoos of the Chasind. He had striking sliver-blue eyes that looked like he was looking into your soul according to most people who knew him. He was dressed in black and grey Chasind light armor, a gift from a chieftain who was close friends with his father.

Behind him was what was left his family, his younger sister Bethany a raven- haired young woman with tanned skin and hazel eyes, she was dressed in white and gray clothing full of dirt and drenched in sweat. To her left was Carver, her older twin brother by two minutes, short raven hair and tanned skinned young man with blue eyes dressed in white and yellow Chasind heavy armor. He had red tattoos from his arms to his back. Finally there was their mother Leandra, short greying hair and milky-white skin with hazel eyes despite her age Leandra was still considered to be a great beauty in Lothering although it doesn't mean much now. Close behind them were a dozen or so hurlocks looking for blood. Leandra was soon out of breath and dropped to her knees as closed in; with a growl Bethany cast a fireball spell to burn the darkspawn while her brothers went to their mother. Carver cut the Hurlock in half while Ericks slit the other one's throat.

"I think that's all of them" Carver said.

Bethany helped her mother up. "For the moment"

"Oh Maker save us, we've lost it all…our home, your father" Leandra said.

"At least we're alive, that's no small feat" Ericks said.

Carver frowned. "This is hardly the time for your glibness, brother"

"Oh so we should be all gloom and doom like you, Carver because that will certainly help our situation" The two brothers glares intensely at one another, ever since they were children Ericks and Carver have been more like rivals than brothers. Sometimes their rivalry was friendly other times it ended in fist fights. Bethany came between them; she often played peacekeeper when their rivalry heated up.

"Both of you stop this, this is not the time" She then sighed. "We should have run sooner…why did we take so long?"

Carver crossed his arms. "Why are you looking at us? We've been running since Ostagar?" Ericks looked back and saw Bethany's flames starting to go out and the darkspawn heading their way.

"Speaking of running, perhaps we should resume doing it ...our blighted friends here are starting to get restless"

"Please! Listen to your brother"

"Hmph, then let's go. Lead on" The family continued on, they fought when they could and other times they hid. Soon afterwards when they were safe they stopped for a rest.

"Does anyone know where are we going?" Bethany asked.

"Away from the darkspawn, of course" Carver said

"But what then? We can't keep wandering around aimlessly"

"So long as we wander aimlessly away from the horde, I'm happy"

"We can go to Kirkwall" Leandra said.

"Well, that wouldn't be my first choice" Ericks said.

"There's a lot of Templars in Kirkwall, Mother…"

"I know…but we have family there and an estate"

Bethany sighed, beggars couldn't be choosers. "We will need to get to Gwaren and then take a ship" The family then heard the growls of a darkspawn horde; this area was no longer safe. Ericks and Carver took out their weapons.

"If we survive that long. I'll just be happy to get out of here"

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