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Chapter 1: Yak Stew & Mutton Heads “Oh man, I haven’t been this hungry since – “ On seeing that it was Astrid cooking Snotlout clamped a hand over his mouth and tried to discreetly back out of the clubhouse. “Snotlout,” Astrid snapped, not looking up from what she was stirring. “If you don’t come and eat now I swear to the Gods…” She sighed, ever exasperated with the continual assumption she was a hopeless cook. “My cooking has never and will never kill you, but me?” She glanced at him her eyes sharp despite the casual smile. “How about I force feed you this

Set between ‘The Dream’ & ‘Penchant for Violence’ “Rise and shine, Lanky!” Disorientated, Fenris looked up to see Isabela sat on one of the benches he’d pulled over to the fire. She was a picture of ease given she shouldn't have been there at all. He scowled, unable to form a more suitable verbal response to her chirpiness. Of course she smiled back, winking playfully. “You know how to keep a girl hanging, Fenris. I’ll give you that!” With a groan he stiffly sat forward turning to glare at the dusky light creeping through the windows. Late afternoon, he surmised, his mood dar

A Sense of Belonging "Leto," Hawke whispered, her lips lingering on fading dreams even as her eyes slowly blinked back to consciousness. She looked up at a derelict wooden ceiling wondering faintly where in the world she was when her body began to protest profusely at being awake. The sudden onslaught of aches and pains evoked an uncontrollable moan from her instantly bringing Anders to her side. "Marian? Maker, you're awake already." "Anders? Where, what..." Hawke began, her mind struggling to recall anything now that her essence was being assaulted by the waking world again. "Easy, don't rush." Anders placed his hands to her shoulders a

Desperate Acts Rays of midday sun shone intensely through Hawke's fingers as she lifted her hand to shield her eyes. It had been months since she'd been here in any unofficial capacity. Looking up at the once familiar sight of the Hanged Man and knowing the true symbolic meaning of the massive effigy hanging by one foot from the outside of the Inn, Hawke couldn't help but consider the suitability of this being the chosen place for Fenris to meet his sister. The story behind the ‘Hanged Man’ was about a fool who settled beneath a tree intent on finding his spiritual self. After nine days of starvation and simply watching the wor

An Offer of Help The rain soaked streets of Hightown passed in a blur as Hawke kept her head down, making her weary way toward the Chantry district and Fenris's mansion. It was late. Dusk had long since come and gone, and with it any remaining daylight. The street lanterns that were lit struggled in the onslaught of heavy rain and high winds, and she cursed the necessity of having to be out in such foul weather when all she wanted was the warmth of her own bed and a good night's sleep. She missed Juno. Her mabari's presence would have been a comfort right now, but he was otherwise engaged. According to Bodahn, one of Donnic's patrol had co

Hawke lifted her staff, swinging it down to bury the head of a deep stalker into the dirt. They were surrounded, the vile creatures clawing and gnashing, the air filled with their maddening chitters promising a fight that would never end. Fenris was at her side, somehow managing to attack and cover her as she worked her most destructive spells, striking out from her unprotected flanks whenever she was forced to resort to hand to hand. Varric and Anders were a short distance away, similarly surrounded, and a quick glance showed Hawke how overstretched they were. Anders was desperately trying to hold the deep stalkers at bay long enough for V

Fenris scanned over the fine script again certain he must have misread something only to find that his eyes weren’t deceiving him for the umpteenth time. The invitation was clear: Fenris, You are cordially invited to an evening of ‘merriment and muffins’ tonight at the Hawke estate. Bring wine, if you like. Hawke. He rolled his eyes and began making his way up to his room. He’d only just returned from running an errand in Lowtown, and after paying Varric a quick visit had returned to find this ‘summons’ pushed under his front door. Sandal or Bodahn must have been about delivering them though he hadn&rs

Hawke’s heart raced under her fingertips as she pressed a hand to her chest in comfort. She couldn’t take her eyes off the rubble piled before her, unable to believe that the fight was over, that she and the others had somehow survived. Terror and doubt kept her fixed, waiting for the massive boulders to reform into the monstrous wraith again, yet there was only stillness, weighty as the silence was deafening. Exhausted, Hawke fell back against the cold stone pillar behind her, her hand covering her eyes to help ward off the hot sting of tears - an inevitable side effect of the emotional storm flooding her system now she had a mo