Garrett Hawke (da_champion) wrote in witchinghour, @ 2015-08-08 16:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: garrett hawke, character: killian jones |
O, Death
Who: Garrett Hawke & Anyone else
Where: Town Square
When: Saturday night to early Sunday morning
What: Hawke celebrates All Soul's Day
Warnings: Swearing and drinking.
Status: In progress/open
The partial destruction of the town was a tragedy, truly, but it did made it easy for Hawke to find lumber lying around. He originally planned a huge bonfire built like a funeral pyre but he took into consideration the words of warning from others. He built the bones for a decent fire one that would be bright but not outrageous, not one that would require magic to control. The rest of the scavenged wood he made into improvised benches and seats.
Everyone here seemed to come from slight variations of the same universes. The calendars were in their months. The technology was at their timeline. Some even had all that and magic. Hawke was the outsider. He hadn’t felt this out of place since he first arrived in Kirkwall. He was going to reclaim something of his home whether people liked it or not.
At midnight he gathered the alcohol he had scavenged and held his staff high above his head with the gem glowing brightly as he walked his way to the center of town. It was nice to see no ominous forces in the town had bothered with his little set up when he arrived. He pushed magic into the wood and it went up with a whoosh of fire.
“To Hawkes past and present,” he said softly and tossed one bottle onto the flames. “May the Maker keep you by His side and may you, Bethy, talk some damned sense into Him about mages.”
He sat down on a beam of wood, popped the top off his drink with a bit of force magic and settled in for a lovely night of drinking and remembering the dead. There he would sit until dawn as was traditional.