Who: Marian Hawke What: A Reclaimed Memory When: Thursday Night Where: In dreamland! Rating: PG; some violence and death, but very glossed over. Status: Complete
Hawke fought her way up the stairs, knowing that time was running short. The Quinari were carving their way through Kirkwall, and she could not waste one second. She threw the doors open to the chamber, her staff crashing on the flagstone floor.
"Ah, but we have guests."
Her fingers tightened around the staff, and she nodded at her honored enemy.
"You alone are Basalit-an. This is what respect looks like, bas! Some of you will never earn it!"
Hawke's eyes narrowed, knowing this would not end in words. They would not leave without the Tome.
Another entered the chamber, a Rivani woman entered carrying a ridiculously large book.
'Oh yes,' she thought to herself. 'NOW you show up.'
But the book was not enough. They wanted Isabela, and Hawke was not about to let anyone she called friend fall to the Qun. But Fenris spoke up.
"You have granted this woman Basalit-an. By this admission, she now has the right to challenge you."
Honestly, she could have killed him instead of the Quinari. But so be it. Marian threw fire and ice from her finger tips, evading the heavy blade of the Arishok the best she could. He nicked her shoulder, and she saw Fenris almost charge at the Quinari in that instant.
She loved him for his restraint. Funny how fast things shifted.
She fought and fought, not for glory, not even for Isabela strictly speaking. She fought for Kirkwall, who needed a champion.
And she won.
Hawke stood over the dying Arishok, only half hearing his promise that they would return with his last breath. In that moment, the cheers defeaned her, and Varric already was chattering off details. All Hawke could do was stand there, exhausted yet triumphant.