◇ ix; templars rule mages drool

[hawkeward]

[Hawke wakes up this morning feeling just like her usual self. At least, her personality is largely unchanged - she's just as bizarre and sarcastic as ever - but her beliefs and ideals have been turned upside down. Rather than rooting for the "little guy" in Kirkwall - its mages, that is - she despises any and all to do with magic, born from her resentment of her father and sister, and the hardships keeping their secret brought down on her. And that resentment only blossomed into complete hatred after what happened to her mother. So, determined to eliminate the mage threat, she sided with the templars, and the name "Hawke" became a reminder of templar oppression for mages throughout Thedas. Having earned the Order's respect, she even served as Viscount of Kirkwall for a time, before disappearing into the sunset.

y e p, just another day.]

[PHONE; unfiltered]

Did you know, Mayfield, that I've been here for a year now? ...Well, a year and two months, if you want to nitpick. So much time has passed, and yet we've come no closer to overcoming the magic this town lords over us. [Hawke spits out the word "magic" like it leaves a bitter taste in her mouth, her voice heavy with uncharacteristic hatred. Fenris would be so proud.] What I wouldn't give for some help from a templar friend or fifty right about now. We might benefit from a little structure around here; keep those pesky mages in line.

[ACTION; Church of Salvation]

[Frankly, Hawke is a pretty bad Andrastian. She isn't a templar, nor is she a chanter, and she sure as hell isn't devout. Considering all this, she isn't sure why she's drawn to the church, of all things. Perhaps it's because it resembles the Chantry in Kirkwall, if just a little bit, and she longs for anything that reminds her of home. Maybe it's because she remembers Sebastian, and how he was convinced that she was doing the Maker's work, defending the people from the mage threat.

Mostly, she thinks, she just wants to light a candle and remember all that's been lost because of magic. Religion is not her forte, but she'll pray for the deceased, regardless. She owes her mother that much, if nothing else.]

Comments

[ex_seventh238]

[She's answered with an nod.

But hm, Chantry... that's an unusual term to refer to a chapel/religious establishment. This woman really must be from a completely different world...]

That's what I hope the Church here in Mayfield would serve as, honestly. A spiritual resting place for people to collect and straighten their thoughts if need be, at its basis. Talking about what preoccupies them might help, but I certainly won't force it. Drones attend services diligently, but these times set aside, this place is generally quiet. Conscious people don't come by often, and it's okay, that doesn't sound silly at all. It's quite understandable, in fact. [she could at least attempt to reassure her this is fine...]

[hawkeward]

Even if it's not a popular gathering place, it serves its purpose well. Though it wouldn't be so quiet if it was always crowded here, would it? [She laughs, her glance flickering back to the candle she'd been knelt in front of earlier.] A bit of refuge from all the madness going on outside. Always something going on, it seems like, and not much to be done about it. The peace of mind is nice.

[ex_seventh238]

Haha, that's true too. Here and Makeout Point are probably the best places in town to get some peace or time alone. It's been quiet of late in town, actually, but it seems like something is happening now. People are acting strange and there have been suspicious calls over the phone lines. [a beat.] Do you feel okay, aside from that? [that being wanting some quiet time, hence the reason why she came here in the first place?]