Fenris - DA2 - 6/6fugitive_wolfAugust 13 2011, 09:51:39 UTC
Journal sample: {voice} {He's talking to himself, no idea that a recording is happening, no idea anyone might be listening.} What is this place? The Fade perhaps? No... it feels different, looks different.
Is this some trick? The last thing I remember is... {his voice turns to a growl.} Danarius.
Danarius!! {He shouts the name a couple of times before falling silent.}
What's going on? And what are these...?
Prose sample: Fenris may not have been a truly free man for long, but he'd seen enough wars when he was captive to know what it felt like when a place was standing on the precipice between war and peace. Kirkwall was on there and he knew that just one more push would shove it over the edge and plunge the city into open war. Had he still been a slave to Danarius, he'd be escaping the city and trying to make sure his master was safe and out of harms reach (his master had been a coward, hiding behind slaves and bodyguards). He wasn't though. Instead, he found himself on one side of looming war; and not the side he would have chosen to be on just a year ago.
As he sat in his mansion, listening to the din of yet another clash between mage and templar supporters outside of the Chantry and frowning angrily, Fenris wondered. Wondered if when the city was pushed, he would be able to fight for his own views, even when he knew that they would pit him against Hawke. And as he stared out of the window at the dimly lit street below, following a group of guard pretenders, he knew that he wouldn't be able to. She had become important to him - in fact she was the most important thing that had happened to him. If anything better than her had been in his life before his memories were wiped, he didn't want to remember it.
He moved away from the window and perched on the edge of the creaky bed in the corner. Against the bed sat the Blade of Mercy that Hawke had given him. He had loved the irony in accepting the gift so soon after ending Danarius's life; his master had coveted the gifts of honour and now he, Fenris, had one of his very own. It made a little smile play on his lips that might not have if anyone else had been there. The fact that he had accepted the sword - and not been utterly insulted by the thought of it - was testament that no matter what his views on mages were, when Hawke chose to side with them in the war that would come eventually, he would stay by her side and fight to the death to protect her.
Still, he couldn't believe that a woman he had met only seven years ago, a mage nonetheless, would be able to change his views so radically. Shaking his head and frowning a little more than he already was (practically glaring at the fire crackling across the room), he knew that he wasn't fighting for the mages. He couldn't fight for mages like Anders - an abomination - and Merrill - a blood mage - and the rest of the idiots in Kirkwall that had turned to demons and forbidden magic. No, he was fighting for Hawke - for the woman who had helped him win his freedom. The mages of Kirkwall could all die, so long as she made it through the fighting.
Another shake of the head, and Fenris decided it was time to stop thinking. He fell back on the bed and fished the Book of Shartan from under the pillow, losing himself in the words he could barely read.
Anything else: OH GOD I'M SORRY IF THIS IS TOO LONG D8 Also, Fenris's reading isn't so great so he'll probably struggle reading text entries. And I used the DA wiki and my own playthrough as references for the whole thing, if you guys need to check up on anything ♥
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{He's talking to himself, no idea that a recording is happening, no idea anyone might be listening.}
What is this place? The Fade perhaps? No... it feels different, looks different.
Is this some trick? The last thing I remember is... {his voice turns to a growl.} Danarius.
Danarius!! {He shouts the name a couple of times before falling silent.}
What's going on? And what are these...?
Prose sample: Fenris may not have been a truly free man for long, but he'd seen enough wars when he was captive to know what it felt like when a place was standing on the precipice between war and peace. Kirkwall was on there and he knew that just one more push would shove it over the edge and plunge the city into open war. Had he still been a slave to Danarius, he'd be escaping the city and trying to make sure his master was safe and out of harms reach (his master had been a coward, hiding behind slaves and bodyguards). He wasn't though. Instead, he found himself on one side of looming war; and not the side he would have chosen to be on just a year ago.
As he sat in his mansion, listening to the din of yet another clash between mage and templar supporters outside of the Chantry and frowning angrily, Fenris wondered. Wondered if when the city was pushed, he would be able to fight for his own views, even when he knew that they would pit him against Hawke. And as he stared out of the window at the dimly lit street below, following a group of guard pretenders, he knew that he wouldn't be able to. She had become important to him - in fact she was the most important thing that had happened to him. If anything better than her had been in his life before his memories were wiped, he didn't want to remember it.
He moved away from the window and perched on the edge of the creaky bed in the corner. Against the bed sat the Blade of Mercy that Hawke had given him. He had loved the irony in accepting the gift so soon after ending Danarius's life; his master had coveted the gifts of honour and now he, Fenris, had one of his very own. It made a little smile play on his lips that might not have if anyone else had been there. The fact that he had accepted the sword - and not been utterly insulted by the thought of it - was testament that no matter what his views on mages were, when Hawke chose to side with them in the war that would come eventually, he would stay by her side and fight to the death to protect her.
Still, he couldn't believe that a woman he had met only seven years ago, a mage nonetheless, would be able to change his views so radically. Shaking his head and frowning a little more than he already was (practically glaring at the fire crackling across the room), he knew that he wasn't fighting for the mages. He couldn't fight for mages like Anders - an abomination - and Merrill - a blood mage - and the rest of the idiots in Kirkwall that had turned to demons and forbidden magic. No, he was fighting for Hawke - for the woman who had helped him win his freedom. The mages of Kirkwall could all die, so long as she made it through the fighting.
Another shake of the head, and Fenris decided it was time to stop thinking. He fell back on the bed and fished the Book of Shartan from under the pillow, losing himself in the words he could barely read.
Anything else: OH GOD I'M SORRY IF THIS IS TOO LONG D8 Also, Fenris's reading isn't so great so he'll probably struggle reading text entries. And I used the DA wiki and my own playthrough as references for the whole thing, if you guys need to check up on anything ♥
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