#da2fanfic

Summary: The events of Kirkwall in the last decade had rocked the world, from the brink of war between the Qunari and the Free Marches to the shatter of the tensions between Mages and Templars that led to a chain uprising across Thedas, and it all seemed to originate in Kirkwall. Arwen Hawke just barely escaped the Blight in Ferelden, at a cost, and at some points of his time in the city he seems to be the only power able to hold it together, at least for as long as it could be held. So how does some Ferelden refugee rise to become the Champion of Kirkwall? ___ This is my rendition of the events of Dragon Age 2, using my own Hawke (Purple primarily with some blue and red thrown in there once in a while) and how the world blew up. I just really want to write this story, tell the story from Hawke's perspective and the tales of each of his companions from how I perceived them. If you have suggestions or ideas on how to make this better, let me know, but for now: Enjoy!

Summary: For Hawke, the last year has been full of work for Athenril, dodging templars, more work for Athenril, hiding from more templars, rinse repeat. But, now that he's freed from the year long contract, he has bigger, templar-shaped problems that have sprung up literally on his doorstep, and he needs a plan on how to deal with it, and fast. A solution comes along swiftly, but getting it may be more difficult than he expects. --- Warnings: violence and blood