This is Hawke. He has a beard. Do you love him? Do you hate him? Do you have suggestions? Then tell me here.

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So we're having a tournament? I can see this ending fantastically.

[Sealed to Varric, Anders, FenisFenris, and Vie]

So who's ready to do something stupid and possibly dangerous?

[Hawke holds the Furby up to the journal for all to see.]

I don't know what this is but it's the most horrifying thing I've seen. It's like it's staring into my soul.

[He tosses it to the ground and his puppy immediately attacks it, pouncing on the poor toy and chewing on it unmercifully.]

At least it makes a good chew toy.

So this wouldn't happen to have something to do with a sexy party would it?

[While he waits, and sincerely hopes for someone to say yes, he's just going to look for something he can use as a lockpick. That or something big enough to break the chain with, whichever comes first really.]

[Hawke is sitting in the Green staring at Carver who is staring back at him. The pup doesn't know why he's being stared at but as long as he's getting attention he's cool with it.]

Has anyone noticed that the pups haven't aged a day since we got here?

[He doesn't know why he didn't notice it before. It doesn't matter what kind of dog Carver is, ( Read more... )

[Anyone listening will be treated to the delightful sound of a puppy growling as it chews on the journal.]

Carver! Carver let go of that!

[There's more growling before he finally wrenches it out of the pup's mouth, which just leads to barking.]

And now it's covered in dog spit. Just what I wanted. You my furry friend, are no mabari.

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[Hawke's been quiet for a while now. Anyone who knows him should know just how odd that is in and of itself. He sits in the stables bar sipping at a bottle of...something. He wasn't really paying to what it was when he grabbed it. All he knew was that he wanted something alcoholic ( Read more... )

[Guess who finally showed up again? That's right! It's everyone's favorite beard and the face its attached to!]All things considered that wasn't the worst trip I've had into some dark, dank tunnels filled with monsters. At least this time no one went insane, well not permanently anyway ( Read more... )

[Hawke has covered every inch of this keep with no success. He can't keep lying to himself anymore. Fenris and Thunderbutt aren't here. It's time to tell the others.]

They're gone.

[That's all he says. It's all he needs to say. He sets his journal aside and tries to focus on something else. Namely trying to train the pups in the kennels. Nothing ( Read more... )

Has anyone seen my dog? And while I'm asking has anyone seen a constantly brooding elf with tattoos everywhere carrying a massive sword like he's overcompensating for something?

[What? Hawke worried? What are you talking about? He's just curious that's all.]