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[Hawke]

Ethan Hawke​

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There was something to be said about the Hanged Man. It was more like a home; Ethan could probably name most of the people in the room as he made his way over to the counter leaning further then completely necessary to talk to Corff. “Something hard and strong” Ethan grins at Corffs confused gaze, watching, as he realizes Ethan isn’t just flirting but ordering before turning away to get… whatever it is Ethan ordered.

Well hello there, Ethan smiled at the woman appreciatively, one of the few people he didn’t know at the bar. “I don’t know if you heard but flattery can and will get you far, I’m Ethan Hawke” Ethan grabbed the drink from off the counter “And you’ve caught me at a good time, a friend of mine asked to meet up with me here, I’ll bring him down and you can tell us what you need” Ethan pushed himself from the counter knocked back his shot with a laugh, it’s disgusting “Besides" placed the glass back on the counter with a wink “If doing this job keeps you with me for a little longer I'd be a fool to say no" before stepping away from her and making his way up the stairs.

Ethan knocked on Dez’s door waiting only a moment before opening the door, leaning heavily on the frame. “Hey… I know I should probably apologize for leaving you at the mansion and that you wanted to talk but if you’re down to making some more money tonight, that can wait until later” Ethan wasn’t too keen on going to get his brother on the off chance Dez said no. Then again maybe he could convince Captain Naja Valaste he could do it alone and if he got hurt, well a little pain could do him some good. But Ethan blinked in surprised… Dez was willing? Ethan grinned motioning his head out the door “Alright, cool, come on I’ll introduce you”

Thankfully, she hadn’t moved and had either already fought off or had yet to be swarmed by other patrons wanting her… attention. “This is Dezridor, Dezridor this is Captain Naja Valaste, now why don’t you tell us what you need?”

A P P R O V A L

ABBY HAWKE - 100

AEDAN HAWKE - 100

ALAIRE DU LAC- 75

NAJA VALASTE- 50

DEZRIDOR VETRIS - 52

ELENA WOLF - 50

DRYNNE MAHARIEL - 50

ASHIRANA - 25

ARSTEN VAEL - 50

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Approval Guide

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| 0 - Loathing | 1 - 25 Hostile | 26 - 49 Rivals |​

| - Neutral 50 - |​

| 51 - 75 Warm | 76 - 99 Friendship | 100 - Love |​

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[spacepanda]

Captain Valaste​

Naja smirked amusedly as the young fire-haired man named Ethan Hawke chugged the liquor that had been placed in front of him. She had watched the bartender create some sort of foul concoction of what seemed to be tequila and rum in a shot glass and was impressed that Ethan had merely laughed off the taste. Smiling at his slight flirtation out of politeness she leaned her back against the bartop as he spoke. "Excellent!" She exclaimed upon hearing that there was a possibility of hiring another witness.

It only took a moment for Ethan to reappear down the tavern steps followed by a dwarf she had seen in the Hanged Man many times before. Quill, was it? She tried to remember, although she had never spoken to the man and was not even sure what his line of work entailed. Noticing the dwarf's obvious swagger down the steps she chuckled inwardly. He certainly knew how to make an entrance. She took her hat off to offer another ostentatious bow to the dwarf as Ethan introduced her.

"Ah, Dezridor, is it? I must admit I know of you under a different moniker. I am pleased to finally make your acquaintance." Righting her hat back on her head she began her explanation. "As for the work I offer, I am scheduled to participate in a duel behind the Chantry in Hightown in about 45 minutes, give or take. I am desperate need of some witnesses who are not afraid to get their hands dirty in the case that my opponent is less than honorable."

She smiled at the men, they seemed the capable sort as far as she could tell. But nothing motivated people more than money. Noticing Corff wasn't very busy she signaled to him as she spoke, gesturing to the men in front of her and herself. Corff gave a curious glance to Ethan and then prepared his experimental beverage for him once more, along with Dezridor's usual and Naja's juice.

"I am willing to offer you 25 silver each for accompanying me. 50 if I win, which," she winked, "I always do, and 75 if you must join in on the fight. That is a promised 50 silver just to stand there and look pretty. Simple, yes?" Naja lifted the wine glass and took an appreciative gulp. "Any questions?"

A P P R O V A L

ETHAN HAWKE - 52

AEDAN HAWKE - 50

ABBAGAIL HAWKE - 50

ALAIRE DU LAC - 50

DEZRIDOR VETRIS - 52

ELENA WOLF - 50

DRYNNE MAHARIEL - 50

ASHIRANA - 50

ARSTEN VAEL - 50

ZAEVRIEL - 50

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Approval Guide

| 0 - Loathing | 1 - 25 Hostile | 26 - 49 Rivals |
| - Neutral 50 - |
| 51 - 75 Warm | 76 - 99 Friendship | 100 - Love |
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[The Silent Z]

Dezridor "Quill" Vetris​

It seemed no longer then a second from the time he began tapping his fingers rhythmically to the tune playing downstairs to the moment a pair of feet had found themselves coming up the stairs and entered his room after giving a knock. "Hawke..." The dwarf spoke up toward the knock at his door and opening his eyes in full, looking up toward the man with a smile and giving a nod toward his request. "Now Hawke...." He paused upon saying his new friends name again deciding not to play funny this time, though the opportunity was present for him. "Don't worry about the mansion, you've got a... well enough on your mind with Abby and Ashirana and ecetera. No need to worry about a aging dwarf, I know the streets. besides I didn't give a timeline exactly, just when you had the time." Dezridor spoke in assurance that all was fine and agreeing to help on the new case that arrived and arrived seemingly fast. Two in one night? Rather good odds. Though in truth he wasn't too worried on getting coin for himself, but rather helping Hawke earn the coin however if coin was offered after the hawkes had their share then he wouldn't decline it.

Meanwhile he had since got up from his chair and grabbed a certain crossbow from behind him, a smile on his face and a certain look in his eye as the dwarf followed Hawke out of his room at the hanged man and in Quill fashion strode down the stairs with a good touch of personal swagger. Soon his eyes fell upon a certain woman with a familiarity to her, yes, she was a captain who had arrived not too long ago in Kirkwall, right? The network spoke to him about something along those lines. However her presence at the hanged man was a fact that the dwarf didn't need confirmation and word from the network on. The tavern was his home away from home so to speak and he had seen her in the tavern before though they hadn't met or spoke that he could recall. Listening to Hawkes introduction and giving a nod, Dezridor smiled to her while recognizing Hawkes eagerness to know more about this job. "Wait.... He didn't get the details first?" The dwarf questioned in thought, a bit of surprise crossing him and a shake coming from his head though he kept a smile. While internally he realized he was a bit much on the details and that it would make things more interesting.

"Yes, the names Dezridor! though you likely speak of my public title of Quill. I usually keep to that name outside of a select few." He responded with a small bow of his head. "A pleasure that is mine, I assure you Captian Naja!" The dwarf smiled with a raise of his glass and began to drink slowly his scotch on the rocks, savoring each sip. While giving a curious glance and a smirk as she explained the job. "Honor in Kirkwall? My lady surely you jest.... Honor is like a horse with wings here, it's quite rare but can be magnificent when found. Don't you agree?" Dezridor chuckled then continued to sip his drink that corff prepared for him and listened to the captain speak about the offer and job.

"I won't force your hand..... But I wouldn't mind the name of your counterpart in this duel. I, uh, rather like details before jumping into bed with someone... you know?" He winked with a followed and drawn out sip of his scotch. " You never know who might enter the room." He added keeping to his coded speech and use of flirting with the woman. A rather natural form of doing business for the dwarf and just plain conversing with people. " Otherwise, looking pretty and watching the view is my specialty. I even from what I hear do a rather good job of it, so if that's what you need then I'm willing to get down and dirty if need be." He nodded with a smile and agreeing to the terms though experience told him that it was all too simple. Which often meant more would reveal itself in obstacle esque fashion that would surely jump out at them or shock the, at some point or not pending on what you expect.

 

[spacepanda]

Captain Valaste​

"Ah, then Quill it is," Naja confirmed with the dwarf. She knew, after all, how important an alias could be, and she very much doubted she was now one of the 'select few' to be allowed the use of his name. Allowing herself an appreciative chuckle at Dezridor's jest of 'flying horses,' Naja continued to smirk at the dwarf's very slight flirtation - if it could even be called that. Is everybody in Kirkwall so fond of such dalliances? She thought to herself.

"But of course," she said in response to Dezridor's inquiry, "I am more than willing to share such small details. My opponent in the duel is a man by the name of Hayder, an acquaintance of mine whom I have shared work with previously. He has been sent by my most recent employer to extract some information from me in regards to the whereabouts of a relic which I was supposed to have secured. Unfortunately, the item has slipped my grasp, a fact which Hayder refuses to understand. I may be a pirate and a thief, but I am a woman of my word." Naja placed her right hand over her heart in a show of sincerity, an act which she knew the two men had absolutely no reason to trust and every reason to doubt. "You can choose whether or not you wish to believe that. Regardless, Hayder has never been fond of me, and is all too happy to take care of this business, as it were."

The trio made small talk for a short while, Naja allowing the two men to finish their drinks before they headed back out into the cool, crisp air of Lowtown at night. She had learned more about Ethan than she had the dwarf, and in return, they had learned some about her as well. Ethan didn't seem too fond of Kirkwall, and the fact that she was stranded there seemed to make more sense to him than anything.

"Here we are," Naja announced once the small party had reached the long stone steps that lead to the chantry. "Hayder wished our duel to take place inside the chantry. Can you believe such nonsense? I, myself, am not a religious woman, but the very thought itself it quite disrespectful, no?"

The pirate continued to lead the group into a small alleyway and around the Chantry, which revealed a rather large garden. The garden itself was more like a large stretch of grass in an otherwise grey city, littered with an assortment of flowers. A large statue of Andraste burning on a pyre stood in the southwest corner surrounded by purple hydrangea bushes; Naja found it rather tasteless.

Ten minutes, twenty... thirty. Naja sighed as she smacked a mosquito on her arm. "My apologies friends, it would seem Hayder has thought better than to-" her sentence was cut off by the sudden sound of rushing footsteps, a woman in armor followed by two equally armored men.

"That's the wench we're looking for. Gut her!" The woman bellowed.

"Who? Me?" Naja blinked in surprise, pointing at herself. Looking for her why? She was exactly where she was supposed to- Ah Hayder, you coward.

"A little help, my friends," she requested as she readied her daggers. The leader charged after her, and Naja used her swift feet to dodge out of the way, tripping the woman with her boot. It was a short stumble, however, and the woman was quick to recover, swinging her great-axe with wild abandon and nearly claiming a lock of Naja's hair. The pirate looked around, diving behind the statue to avoid another blow. Using her cover she threw a small dagger at Ethan's opponent and then scrambled up the statue where the woman could not reach her. Confused, the woman circled the statue and Naja leaped off landing on the woman's shoulders and performing a graceful flip in the air to land on the grass below.

Finally knocked off balance the women stubbled forward again, losing grip of her axe. Naja took the opportunity and thrust her dagger deep into the woman's back, holding her up as blood pooled out of her mouth. The woman continued to struggle, her hands searching for something, anything, before she went limp.

The fight was over before it hardly began, and Naja hurridly searched the woman's belongings finding a small note tucked in the warrior's pocket. With a sigh, she stood up. "I had hoped for a proper duel, not this," she gestured to the dead bodies before them. She was covered in blood and crumpled the note in her hand, throwing it in annoyance. "Hayder is inside the chantry, go figure. Well," she attempted to clean some of the blood off her with her gloves but only managed to spread the mess further. "Shall we?"

A P P R O V A L

ETHAN HAWKE - 52

AEDAN HAWKE - 50

ABBAGAIL HAWKE - 50

ALAIRE DU LAC - 50

DEZRIDOR VETRIS - 52

ELENA WOLF - 50

DRYNNE MAHARIEL - 50

ASHIRANA - 50

ARSTEN VAEL - 50

ZAEVRIEL - 50

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Approval Guide

| 0 - Loathing | 1 - 25 Hostile | 26 - 49 Rivals |
| - Neutral 50 - |
| 51 - 75 Warm | 76 - 99 Friendship | 100 - Love |
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[Hawke]

Ethan Hawke​

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Drinking is much easier when you’ve practically burned your taste buds away when drinking Corff’s creations. But each time it makes him laugh so he doesn’t stop his half flirting, half ordering kick. Well not until Corff decides to throw a bottle at him then he’ll rethink his habits. However, Ethan wasn’t there to get drunk, shifting his focus to Naja asking questions of her ship, the sea, why the hell she was in Kirkwall of all places. It was then he decided to ask her to join him on the expedition or at the very least the money gathering spree if the job went well of course.

Of course, Ethan had a stab of doubt as he looked up the steps of the chantry steps faltering for a second before he looked at Naja eyebrow raised in distaste. It washed away with the mention of Hayder “Indeed” but there was nothing Ethan could do about it, perhaps blood spilled of those who thought of such transgressions would be penance enough. Shaking his head he continued up the steps, only one way to find out.

Honestly, stepping into the garden was pleasant but Ethan stayed stiff waiting for Hayder and waited and waited. At the twenty minute mark, Ethan expected to relax to want to walk across the field. It never came and at the thirty-minute mark, he was happy for it.

Ethan swung his shield from his side knocking an arrow out of the air before it could hit its mark. Glaring at the archer Ethan closed the gap, smashing into the guy’s head as the archer drew a dagger. The archer wobbled in the attempted to stand up before slumping back a dagger finding a home within his head. He pulled the blade from the body whipping the blood on the body before turning back to Naja wincing as he watched the leader slowly bleed to death. So much for keeping the blood to a minimum with a smile, Ethan stepped forward “It seemed your Hayder decided a fight was preferable” flipping the dagger he held it out to Naja “With your skill, I can see why”

With a quick nod “Let us show this man why he should keep a deal”

A P P R O V A L

ABBY HAWKE - 100

AEDAN HAWKE - 100

ALAIRE DU LAC- 75

NAJA VALASTE- 52

DEZRIDOR VETRIS - 55

ELENA WOLF - 50

DRYNNE MAHARIEL - 50

ASHIRANA - 25

ARSTEN VAEL - 50

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Approval Guide

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| 0 - Loathing | 1 - 25 Hostile | 26 - 49 Rivals |​

| - Neutral 50 - |​

| 51 - 75 Warm | 76 - 99 Friendship | 100 - Love |​

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[The Silent Z]

Dezridor "Quill" Vetris
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The wonders of time within fourty eight hours, it changed rather quickly in some ways for one dwarf. The name Quill was common, easily remembered and almost always used, it went well in his profession or atleast one of them in his entrepreneurial style of life. He had gotten to the point where it was his most used and only necessary alias in most cases, but the case of Hawke and this venture had changed things a bit and for reasons of plenty. The sharing of details however was rather a nice change, it wasn't often Pirates parted with their information least not without a price though Dezridor hadn't dealt with Pirates as often as you might think. Meanwhile this Hayder, perhaps the network might have the details of what this Hayder and Naja had gotten themselves into item wise, last thing he needed was getting caught in the middle of a war over some item and if it was valuable then no doubt more then two parties were invoved. But this Hayder seemed like a tool, certainly if words were true and Dezridor couldn't find much reason to think otherwise, Hayder likely didn't intend for a traditional duel as it were and set up plans to improve the odds and take more certain measures to please his employer. Definitely sounded like a man worth looking into and seeing his matter resolved by this Naja. Not to mention a duel might be nice to see one way or the other. Meanwhile her act of sincerity was noticed but the dwarf had seen his before so didn't quite place much into the theatrical performance of a moment in time. " A pleaser, huh? Hmm..... Well I rather the like the idea of honor amongst thieves. And This Hayder sounds like a pleaser worth checking out tonight." The man spoke seeing little reason not to help the captain with her appointment. He wasn't completely sold into believing her but this was Kirkwall and that was a normal measure to take when meeting new faces, it was the cost of business surely one could see that without taking offense least Dezridor was sure that Naja could after all she was a pirate and this was hardly unfamiliar territory.

Finishing his scotch and following Hawke and Naja outside the hanged man, the dwarf continued into the crisp air of lowtown, taking in the familiar aroma of the night airs passing scent meanwhile his feet carried him along the side rear of his two companions this eve. Listening to the pair share about themselves whilst Dezridor kept more of a smile and watchful eye a smile his ears listened away, it wasn't personal but the dwarf was in the information game and he had plenty to hold regarding himself, plenty of cards to keep hidden or else be bested by some slack jaw upriser looking to take over, ancestors knickers this was becoming a young mans game..... well one day it would, the dwarf had his tricks, his knowledge and enough experience to survive still despite the best efforts put on him.

"Inside the chantry? I've...... I may not be the most devout of man, but that's bad karma." The dwarf mentioned in slight pause of a response to this news of where this Hayder wished the duel to take place. While also nodding in agreement that it was rather disrespectful too.

It had taken some time but finally a change of pace had occurred, just as Naja was in the process of apologizing for the nights slow beginnings, a trio rushed forth and a woman called out in announcing her presence in a way. A woman armored had two men with her also armored and spoke of Naja being the person they were after tonight. "So... A Warming act before the main show? Oh, how I and Matilda love this part!" He smirked while taking Matilda into his hands and relaxing his breath in a exhale and settled stance with his crossbow aimed precisely where he meant to aim. "No worries, we will be glad to watch your back." Dez spoke with a small smile yet kept his eyes pinned on one of the two armored hirelings.

Briefly he watched Naja and Ethan handle their counterparts before a rushing swordsman foolishly charged him and drew his attention away from the close quartered combat going on opposite him. 'Don't charge, don't charge you...... Alright have it your way then.' The dwarf thought adjusting his aim and giving a focused glare towards the swordsman who began to close into his personal space. "Bolt to the face, ya foolish bastard!" He spoke with a press of his finger upon the trigger of Matilda and release as the bolt left the carved beauty leading nicely through the air and striking the mans face directly above his brow causin him to drop instantly as blood splattered onto the ground. The dwarf shrugging with a short grin and just shaking his head.

"We've met his friends, I'm now looking forward to meeting this Hayder. It's always fun seeing the face on a person when their plan has failed." Dezridor spoke with a nod agreeing that it was time to the chantry and catch up with this man at last.

 

[spacepanda]

Captain Valaste​

With reluctance, Naja and her new companions trudged up the long flight of concrete steps that lead to the large chantry doors. Naja found herself quite startled at the chantry's appearance. As far as she knew there were no other chantry's in Kirkwall, and this one showcased all the opulence that was Hightown. Large seemingly golden statues towered over the trio placed atop beautiful tile and holding incense burners which leant the air the pleasant scent of patchouli or some other combination of exotic plants. Whatever it was, it was clearly expensive. Lost in her thoughts she nearly tripped over one of the collections of lit red candles sitting on the tile, a placement she found odd. Her mind boggled at the lack of pews, the suspiciously closed off hallways, and most importantly there wasn't a sister, brother, or mother in sight.

In front of the centermost and largest statue lay a plate used to collect alms from the city folk and Naja cast a questioning glance to her comrades. It certainly didn't seem that this chantry was in need of money, and from what she had heard it was quite stingy with its expenses, not doing a lick of service for those more wanting. She had expected a more humbling place of worship, and instead, her eyes darted from golden statuette to ceramic vase in temptation.

"Naja, how wonderful of you to arrive." Hayder's voice echoed in the large chantry as he revealed himself, Lucky shaking nervously behind him. "Castillion was heartbroken when he heard about the shipwreck. You should have let him know you survived."

"I did," Naja hissed, glaring at Lucky. He was the one she had tasked to send her letter, one of the few on her ship that had survived.

"Where's the relic?" Hayder spat, a few more men appearing from the halls of the chantry. They were surrounded now. Seven to three not including Lucky.

"It was misplaced in the wreck."

"Misplaced? Just like you 'misplaced' a ship full of valuble cargo?"

"Those were people, not cargo Hayder!" Naja was angry now, her hands twitching over her blades, "It was a misunderstanding between no one but me and Castillion!"

"Those slaves were worth a hundred sovereigns a head, and you let them scurry off into the wilds! And now the relic's gone too!" From around their group, Naja could see the men around them unsheathing their weapons, "Castillion won't be happy to hear that, I promise you."

Shaking with anger Naja quickly withdrew a throwing dagger and it found its home in the unsuspecting stomach of one of the men around them. Lucky yelped and ran, the rest began to close in. "I lost Beverly in that crash, you bastard!" Naja screamed, followed by a string of expletives in Antivan as her blades crashed with Hayder's rapier.

It was over. Naja's chest heaved in a combination of anger and exertion as she looked at the mess they had made. Bodies littered the floor, sullying what was supposed to be a holy place, although the pirate had her doubts it was ever such a place.

Her face, her arms, her entire wardrobe covered in speckles of blood she ran, her boots pounding on the tile until she found her quarry- Lucky. The young man yelped and shook as she grabbed his ear forcefully, and in an almost motherly fashion brought him to the bodies and pointed to them in disappointment.

"You will go to Castillion and tell him I will not leave until I find his relic. Tell him he need not send his dogs after me!" Lucky attempted to slink away but was caught but Naja's hand on his shoulder. "I have known you since you were a child, Lucky. But if I ever see you again, I will kill you for your betrayal."

As the young man escaped with a mixture of fear and guilt in his eyes Naja turned to Ethan and Dezridor with a sigh. "I hope you will be so kind as to help me clean this mess. My apologies, this was not my intention. Regardless, you have earned your pay." From inside her coat, she pulled out a velvet pouch and tossed it in their direction. "Your pay. That is my favorite pouch, however, so please return it."

A P P R O V A L

ETHAN HAWKE - 53

AEDAN HAWKE - 50

ABBAGAIL HAWKE - 50

ALAIRE DU LAC - 50

DEZRIDOR VETRIS - 53

ELENA WOLF - 50

DRYNNE MAHARIEL - 50

ASHIRANA - 50

ARSTEN VAEL - 50

ZAEVRIEL - 50

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Approval Guide

| 0 - Loathing | 1 - 25 Hostile | 26 - 49 Rivals |
| - Neutral 50 - |
| 51 - 75 Warm | 76 - 99 Friendship | 100 - Love |
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[Hawke]

Ethan Hawke​

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Killing slavers was one of the few things Ethan actually took some amount of pleasure in. As if it was the greatest of deeds to wipe them off the face of the earth, and really who could blame him. Ethan accepted that the blood spilled within the chantry was a necessary one. One that he hoped the Maker would forgive Naja and Dez for and prayed that Naja’s Beverly felt the same kind of satisfaction over their demise as well.

While Naja ran off Ethan started with the bodies knowing well that Kirkwall was not a stranger to the sight of those dead and would continue to be mostly indifferent with a few more. However, there was quite a bit left when Naja turned back to them, although Ethan knew there was not much he could do with the blood that seeped from the bodies. The thick liquid covered the tile flooring and clinging to their shoes, every step showing off their victory. Unfortunately, blood simply refused to wash away easily without soap and even then the sent alone could stick to fingers for days or even years, depending on the crime. With a sigh, he knew the best he could do was give up a few gold to the donation box.

Ethan grabbed the pouch with a nod, pouring out Dez’s his half but leaving the rest in the bag. “Actually” Ethan rubbed his hand over the velvet thankful that his shield kept him slightly safe from the blood and couldn’t inadvertently ruin the bag. “I was wondering how you would feel about joining us? Our band is only slightly bigger than this and we’re planning on gathering at least 50 gold to get into the deep roads you don’t have to join us there but a money spree never hurt anyone.” Pouring out his pay he pocketed it “What do you say? Want to fill your pouch with me?” winking as he threw Naja her pouch back.

A P P R O V A L

ABBY HAWKE - 100

AEDAN HAWKE - 100

ALAIRE DU LAC- 75

NAJA VALASTE- 52

DEZRIDOR VETRIS - 55

ELENA WOLF - 50

DRYNNE MAHARIEL - 50

ASHIRANA - 25

ARSTEN VAEL - 50

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Approval Guide

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| 0 - Loathing | 1 - 25 Hostile | 26 - 49 Rivals |​

| - Neutral 50 - |​

| 51 - 75 Warm | 76 - 99 Friendship | 100 - Love |​

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[spacepanda]

Captain Valaste​

Naja smiled, catching the pouch with her left hand. "An invitation to join your merry band? But how could I refuse?" She laughed, offering yet another one of her bows. "I, myself, tend to prefer the seas, and I cannot say I have ever cared to venture underground, but if there is money to be made then I very much look forward to our partnership."

A P P R O V A L

ETHAN HAWKE - 55

AEDAN HAWKE - 52

ABBAGAIL HAWKE - 52

ALAIRE DU LAC - 48

DEZRIDOR VETRIS - 55

ELENA WOLF - 50

DRYNNE MAHARIEL - 50

ASHIRANA - 50

ARSTEN VAEL - 50

ZAEVRIEL - 50

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Approval Guide

| 0 - Loathing | 1 - 25 Hostile | 26 - 49 Rivals |
| - Neutral 50 - |
| 51 - 75 Warm | 76 - 99 Friendship | 100 - Love |
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Abby Hawke​

A fool. That is what Abbagail felt like. How she failed to recognize Alaire's inclination towards men or his own attraction towards her twin she'd never know. She was embarrassed that while she considered Alaire to be a good friend, it took Ethan teasing the man to bring the truth to her eyes. I'm an idiot, she thought with a frown. But still, the group's jaunt along the Wounded Coast had ended in success. It turned out the now former Guard Captain had been involved in some nefarious business, sacrificing his own men for some extra coin. Abby found the very idea despicable, and she was happy for Alaire, who, against seniority, had been declared the next Guard Captain by Seneschal Bran.

All in all, it had been a good day, albeit a tiring one. Ethan's new companion, a middle-aged pirate by the name of Naja, had been kind enough to answer any and all of Abby's questions in regards to life on the sea. She seemed although a thief, a quite open woman, a fact Abbagail found surprising. Of course, there was no way to tell if anything the pirate had told her was even true, but the woman spoke with a sincerity in her voice which compelled the young mage to believe her. Or she's the best liar I've ever met, Abby sighed; it was very likely the latter.

The afternoon sun hung high in the sky, lending cobbled streets a bright luster as the city's shadows took the hour to rest. Abbagail made her way to a small Lowtown bookstore by the name of Uncharted Realms that she found herself a frequent patron of these days. The group had decided to meet at Betty's B&B (an Inn near the docks of Lowtown) following the morning of hard work to discuss a possible job Ellie had brought to their attention a couple of days prior. The mabari had seemingly decided to snatch a flyer from the Work & News board posted outside of Lirene's Fereldan Imports by her own volition and had presented it to Ethan with apparent glee. Mangy mutt, Abby thought to herself as she entered the shop, the door announcing her arrival with a cheerful chime of bells.

The owner of the bookstore, a mischievous elf by the name of Valowyn was leaning over the counter, enjoying a laugh with Corff, one of the better-known bartenders at the Hanged Man. Corff looked at Abbagail and then commented, "Oh, by the way, that Hawke fellow was at the bar again last night."

"Oh?" Laughed Valowyn, waving the mage over with one hand as she procured a book from underneath the counter and placed it on the table. "And what did he order this time?"

"Something strong and dangerous," was Corff's reply with a roll of his eyes, before turning to Abby. "Your brother is incorrigible."

Abbagail blinked in surprise. She hadn't known the man knew who was she even was, nevermind know enough of her to be aware of her relations.

Still laughing, the blonde elf slapped the counter. "And what did you give him?"She asked with growing interest.

"Rum and tequila. Mixed in one shot."

Valowyn's laughter rang throughout the bookstore and she wiped a tear from her eye before tapping the book on the table. "You'll like this one, Abby, good choice!"

Abby smiled shyly as she handed the elf some a couple of silvers, lifting the book and examining the cover. The cover depicted a merman with a face of longing; it was supposed to be the tragic love tale of a merman in love with a fair maiden whom he then drowns in despair once he learns of her betrothal, only to fall in love with her younger sister years later. The novel had been praised a few years back for its "descriptive use of symbolism and bold political overtones," however when the author was questioned he merely stated, "It's just a story about a merman..." That quote now unashamedly embellished the front cover and Abby couldn't help but smirk. Book in hand and Valowyn and Corff in deep conversation, the mage left the store and made her way to Betty's B&B where Ethan and the others were waiting.

A P P R O V A L

ETHAN HAWKE - 100

AEDAN HAWKE - 100

ALAIRE DU LAC- 80

NAJA VALASTE- 52

DEZRIDOR VETRIS - 49

ELENA WOLF - 50

DRYNNE MAHARIEL - 50

ASHIRANA - 46

ARSTEN VAEL - 50

ZAEVRIEL - 50

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Approval Guide

| 0 - Loathing | 1 - 25 Hostile | 26 - 49 Rivals |
| - Neutral 50 - |
| 51 - 75 Warm | 76 - 99 Friendship | 100 - Love |
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[The Silent Z]

Dezridor Vetris
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'Ah, The air of nightshade was always thick just as one intended and just as it should be. A hybrid human sailing across the seven seas in his quest to defy all kinds of rulers and claimed law'..........."No, Just no..... It won't do." Dezridor shook his head the following day after their quest and tossed a crumpled piece of parchment aside. "I should consider a name change for that one." He continued in self review and aloud though softly. The dwarf had been trying for weeks to get another short summary finished for a particular book that was being sold in Orlais and about a cheeky bastard who'd become the unlikely hero of his own tale. There was cause to not use this figures actual name, besides that it was a promise to a friend, as that friend lived on in suffering in another kind of world as Dezridor understood it and didn't need the fame of his deeds to fan some old flames, though if you knew the guy you'd be surprised to hear a non desire for added fame and attention.

But nevertheless a summary for such a book wouldn't be finished today. So the dwarf continued to lean against a post on the docks, quiet with his eyes closed and arms folded as the man briefly pondered the other night and his recent encounters since meeting Ethan his siblings and Alaire as well as Naja and one Ashirana who the dwarf hadn't seen since the mansion. It had been a interesting time for certain, now he wondered what shall come next as Dezridor awaited on the docks.

 

[Hawke]

Ethan Hawke​

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Ethan finds it funny of course, has to get joy out of the little things, like Alaire's embarrassment over liking his brother. It had been a joke calling out that Alaire’s view had taken more focus on Aedan’s ass then the mission ahead of them. However, after the red bloomed across Alaire's face flushing to his ears Ethan knew he had struck a chord. After that, he couldn’t help himself from bringing it up just a few more times. Honestly, if he wasn’t so tired he’d probably have been insulted by it, his brother really? Over him? But some people preferred asshole whiners and who was he to judge? Oh well, Ethan mused a rueful smile taking over his features, you can’t win them all.

His eyes lit up as he spotted Abby coming towards them but decidedly said nothing just continued to scan their surroundings as they waited. It was good, this was good getting out of the house to do something he had a say in. Of course, everything had been surprisingly crazy from demons and Alaire’s promotion but freeing in a way he hadn’t felt in a while. Then Ethan realized he was feeling something that could be categorized as happy and was immediately tense. The world has a way of dropping out from underneath you Ethan, a very distinctive voice rattled within his head before he could suppress it. Forcing his thoughts into a different direction, he curled his hand around the top of his sword so tight the decal cut into his hand. “Who are we waiting for again?” he asked solidifying his focus on the mission once the action had given some control back over his thoughts.

A P P R O V A L

ABBY HAWKE - 100

AEDAN HAWKE - 100

ALAIRE DU LAC- 75

NAJA VALASTE- 52

DEZRIDOR VETRIS - 55

ELENA WOLF - 50

DRYNNE MAHARIEL - 50

ASHIRANA - 25

ARSTEN VAEL - 50

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Approval Guide

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| 0 - Loathing | 1 - 25 Hostile | 26 - 49 Rivals |​

| - Neutral 50 - |​

| 51 - 75 Warm | 76 - 99 Friendship | 100 - Love |​

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[Obi-Wan Kenobi]

Brenn Strauhoff

Arsten sat at the counter and chatted with the bartender—the establishment's namesake and one of his closest friends—as he waited for whoever had taken the notice to show up. And, of course, he drank. There weren't too many people in, enough to let their talk blend into the background, but not so many that Beatrice—generally known better as Betty—was busy.
"So how has owning a bar been so far? Any drunken harassment yet?" he asked, the light Nevarran accent and sightly higher-pitched voice tacking themselves on naturally.
The tall woman adopted a troubled look. "Well," she began gravely, "There has been one particularly persistent man. Charming though." She looked meaningfully at him.
His mouth twitched into a small smile. "This man wouldn't happen to be about so tall, extremely handsome, and have a bow slung over his back, would he?"
She laughed at him. "Oh I wouldn't say 'extremely'. He's alright at best."
He threw a hand to his breast in joking shock, gaping at her. "I'm certain he would be extremely offended by that kind of talk about him."
"Then he can bite the bolt and do something about it."
"I think he might just."
"Tonight?"
Arsten hesitated. "Perhaps not, he's got something to do today."
"Oh I know. But that won't take too long, will it?" She cocked her head, eyeing him.
He took a draft of his beer to smother the stunned look, though in hindsight the widened eyes gave it away anyway. "Not anymore it won't. You're a hard woman to say 'no' to, you know that?"
"I do," she said bluntly.
Arsten snorted, then paused thoughtfully. "Thanks for this, by the way,"
Beatrice shrugged. "What're friends for? Besides, you're bringing people here. That's good for business."
"Not that."
"Oh. Well, of course I'm going to talk to you if you're around. We're friends. Friends don't just exchange favours, they talk," she chided.
Arsten smirked slyly. "I meant the free drinks."
She rolled her eyes. "One of these days I'm going to take your head."
"Then we'd be even, I've already taken yours. Well, one of them."
"Wha—oh." She bowed her head as her shoulders shook with silent laughter. Unfortunately, she was tall and Arsten was sitting, so he could still see the slight, oddly adorable reddening of her face.

It was, of course, at that moment that the young serving boy, Wallace or something, approached and mentioned a conspicuous group of armed people loitering outside. Beatrice seized on the distraction. "Off with you then. Don't want to be late."
"Sure. But really, I meant it, thanks for everything. You're a good friend." He gave her a warm smile and finished his mug to head outside, leaving a small pile of silvers on the counter worth significantly more than what he'd drank.

“Who are we waiting for again?” the watchful one asked as Arsten stepped out of the tavern and raised his social guard again. That was an invitation the dramatic side of him could not resist. He approached the group with a light step. Not too light, though. He didn't want to look like he was putting effort into being quiet, that'd just be goofy. "Me," he said tersely. "You took the notice on Lirene's Fereldan Imports?"

On receiving confirmation, he nodded once. "Let's get moving, then, if you're ready. The basics are that the mercenary group called the Flint Company has been particularly troublesome for me and my associates, so we're taking them out and I'll pay you once the deed is done. I know where their bases are. Follow me." He skirted past the group and made for the Docks at a brisk walk.
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A P P R O V A L

ETHAN HAWKE - 50

ABBAGAIL HAWKE - 50

AEDAN HAWKE- 50

ALAIRE DU LAC- 50

NAJA VALASTE - 50

DEZRIDOR VENTRIS - 50

ELENA WOLF - 50

DRYNNE MAHARIEL - 50

ASHIRANA - 50

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Approval Guide

| 0 - Loathing | 1 - 25 Hostile | 26 - 49 Rivals |
| - Neutral 50 - |
| 51 - 75 Warm | 76 - 99 Friendship | 100 - Love |
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[Archon]

The harsh rays of the sun's gaze beat down upon the earth with relentless assault, a blaze of heat encoiled around Aedan's body as he hefted the axe up in anger again, striking down with all the might his sore muscles could muster. "Of course it's Ethan, it's always bloody Ethan!" Aedan grunted, another swing embedding into the ruined log as an annoyed groan escaped his lungs alongside his breath. Sweat poured from his reddened skin as the sensation of burning became evident from within, out of breath and exhausted, he fell to his knees gasping furiously, tired eyes squinting shut as he squeezed his face and fought back a scream. It was a pathetic sight, Aedan Hawke, aspiring warrior, sobbing out in the woods whilst still stuck beneath his brother's oppressive shadow, and what did he do to fix this? Nothing. He continued to trail after Ethan's idiotic lead whilst being undermined and berated at every opportunity, he wished he could run away for good, but how could he leave his sister?"

"Aedan?! What're you doing, boy?" Barson called out, his tunic stained to his chest, as he hobbled over to the younger Hawke, limping along the way. "I'm sorry, I - I just..." Aedan struggled for words, spilling his guts about heartbreak and broken brotherly bonds would do him no good. "I got... carried away, looking for a way to vent... personal things, y'know?" He looked up plea-fully, battered and beaten with an amalgamation of old and fresh wounds, marked by the sun's flame. The old man merely sighed slowly, a sympathetic shine glinting within his eyes. "Stop by the farm on yer way back to the city, I'll give you yer wage, but don't let me see you back here for the next week or I'll find me a lumberjack who can follow orders."

Finally finding his feet, Aedan opened his mouth to express his gratitude but Barson merely gave an omniscient glare that commanded silence. Part time work as a lumberjack wasn't going to feed a family of 4, but it was something. Even with their recent haul, steady honest work was good for Aedan's pockets and mentality, it gave him a much needed break from Ethan and the City, Kirkwall always felt like a prison over a home. The fields, the woods, the farms, they were reminiscent of Lothering back before the Blight. Deep rolling fields of green that stretched on past the horizon, the echoing of birdsong bouncing from the trees, and the cool brisk air of nature comforting Aedan with a smooth embrace.

With a hint of regret and no small level of stress, Aedan pocketed the small pouch of coins and glared back at the city. Kirkwall towering above the fields ominously was always an unsettling sight, he'd never get used to it. But braving demons was Aedan's specialty, why should his demons be any different? With a front of confidence Aedan set off towards the city - towards Betty's - a quaint location where he was meeting the others, he planned to do his best to avoid Ethan's gaze... and try not to murder his sister by squashing her to death, the idea of a hug is the only thing that kept him walking in the same direction.

 

[spacepanda]

Abby Hawke​

Despite Arsten's attempt not to cause alarm with his approach, Abbagail had been so lost in thought she found herself startled regardless, stepping back at the sight of the man with a surprised "Oh!" Allowing herself a sheepish smile at him so he wouldn't assume her being taken aback had anything to do with his appearance, she unknowingly found herself stepping forward again once the man began to speak. At the mention of the mission ahead Abby's face contorted in slight confusion; wringing her hands together, she found the courage to speak up.

"Take them out?" She asked clearly concerned, her eyes questioning each of her companions. "Just who are your associates exactly? We're not murderers."

In her life Abby had made many tough decisions- some she was not proud of, but she could never take a life unjustly or harm someone who had not attacked first or without warrant. She knew her brothers were desperate for work and money, and she understood why, but they didn't have to accept every job that came their way... right?

Before the man could reply Abbagail noticed her twin draw closer in the distance, and lighting up, waved to him enthusiastically. The presence of both her brothers always made her feel at ease. She knew they would never do anything that would put her in harm.

A P P R O V A L

ETHAN HAWKE - 100

AEDAN HAWKE - 100

ALAIRE DU LAC- 80

NAJA VALASTE- 52

DEZRIDOR VETRIS - 49

ELENA WOLF - 50

DRYNNE MAHARIEL - 50

ASHIRANA - 46

ARSTEN VAEL - 50

ZAEVRIEL - 50

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Approval Guide

| 0 - Loathing | 1 - 25 Hostile | 26 - 49 Rivals |
| - Neutral 50 - |
| 51 - 75 Warm | 76 - 99 Friendship | 100 - Love |
​

 

[The Silent Z]

The dwarven companion had been rather quiet and observant as of late, keeping thoughts inside his mind and words still as the group gathered at the location. Dezridor part thinking about this latest find at Lirenes imports, the state of Kirkwall and keeping tabs on those he pleases.. after all it was in his business to keep ahead on the latest news and whispers.

It wasn't until the arrival of Arsten that his attention was drawn toward the reality forming before his very eyes. This fellow was quite to the point and kept it all simple in his explanation of the job... 'Flint Company' however stood out amongst the words spoken. The fact they were a mercenary company hinted at first to a turf war, but the more it stayed in his mind the less it seemed likely to him. However the term 'Take Them Out' was simple enough to understand though it was the 'why' that still lingered in question to the dwarf. It just seemed like more was there in this story then trouble causing for this Arsten and his associates.

However it could just be his storytelling instincts and dwarven sense that was reading too much into this as sometimes the story was short and simple. Maybe that was the true case here? Keeping his eyes dimly keen on the Hawkes, Arsten and company as Abby spoke up in response to Arsten then took to spotting a nearing Aedan. " Quick and to the point, huh....." Dez spoke pushing off the wall he leaned against with his foot and looking toward everyone as Arsten walked toward the docks.