Fictober 2018 Day 22: “I know how you love to play games.”
[Hawke & Aveline | Though Kirkwall’s Guard-Captain is always busy, she always has time for an old friend.]
“You been having fun with that Donnic of yours?”
“Hawke! Don’t make it sound like I’m toying with him!”
“I know how you love to play games, so…”
The women laugh, knowing full-well Aveline was nothing if not direct. “Are there any patrols you’re on tomorrow, by the way?” Nianan asks, leaning against Aveline’s desk. “It’s my nameday; Varric wants us all down in the Hanged Man for the ‘celebration’ he’s got planned.”
Aveline scoffs. “Oh, so he wants me down there to make sure nobody gets in trouble?” A shake of her head says one thing, but her telltale smirk says another. “I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to take the night off.”
“Come now, drinking the night away and playing cards with the old gang? What could be more fun?” Nianan guffaws at the look the redhead gives her, as if to say “Are you serious?”
“We’ve got big problems with Meredith and Orsino, but you want to focus on turning-”
“32, Aveline!” the rogue boasts a grin of pride over her chiseled jaw. “Can you believe it? I actually made it to 32!”
“Fine, fine,” the guardsman submits with a sigh. “But if Isabella gets Anders to go berserk just to play Wicked Grace with that spirit of his, I will definitely throw her in a cell this time.”
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Your name is NIANAN BOAKON and you are REALLY DEPRESSED. You spend all day looking at MEMES and you HATE SHOES. You are what is known as an INSOMNIAC because you have TROUBLE SLEEPING. You wear a SWEATER that is WAY TOO BIG because it is comfortable. You dont actually want to do ANYTHING AT ALL but you probably have to.
I’m doing a Fictober prompt list with these babies of mine, so here they are!
Haneia Mahariel:
Dalish elf, short white hair, green eyes (Taint darkens her eyes), dusky skin, generally quite short
Specializes as an archer rogue
Romances Alistair
A bit cheeky, but overall is very kind
Truly loves Morrigan and Sten, and wishes they would treat her more as an equal instead of someone they have to babysit
Ending: Rebuilding Grey Wardens with Alistair (who had to sleep with Morrigan, but they both did it to save Haneia)
Nianan “Ana” Hawke:
Short black hair, piercing blue eyes, pretty tall
Specializes as an archer rogue
Romances Fenris
Enormous comic and do-gooder that finds the hilarity in just about every situation
Loves all her companions greatly, people saying they fill the void her family left
Ending: Tried to stay out of the mage-templar conflict, but eventually sided with mages, but she had strong enough relationships with her companions that only Sebastian (whom she considered one of her closest friends) abandoned her; spared Anders
Sahaarial “Haara” Lavellan:
Dalish elf, auburn curly hair, maroon eyes (but Mark bled green into her eyes), dusky skin, tall for an elf
Specializes as sword and shield warrior
Romances Cullen
A fairly sullen, emotionless woman, but does wish good upon those who have proved they are worth it
Bull LOVES her, and has made it his duty to put her in a good mood (nicknames her Boss and Haari); Blackwall treats her like a child that needs protecting, and is constantly training her as if he were her father; closest with the advisors, lives for strategy
Ending: High court approval in Orlais with Gaspard on the throne with Briala behind him; Grey Wardens help Inquisition with Alistair alive and Nianan dead; Leliana inspiring Divine; mages create College of Enchanters; templars remain in Inquisition, with Templar Order disbanded permanently; Morrigan keeps Kieran; Inquisition focused on connections
[Hawke & Sebastian | The friends investigate a rumor they overheard in Lowtown, and are appalled by what they find.]
Sebastian takes a step back, clenching his jaw as Nianan takes a step forward. “Who could do this?” he questions, horrified, but does not allow himself to look away. “The Chantry must know of this. We must find who could be so cruel.”
Nianan had been nothing more than curious when they heard the whispers of slavery returning to Kirkwall; all she wanted was to know was if she could stop it before it began. Fenris was incensed at the words and demanded she take him with her to Darktown. Refusing has been one of Nianan’s best decision.
The prince and the Champion take in the sight of the charred bodies, the cages made for mabari containing human and elvish remains, the torture devices strewn about the basement. The warehouse tipped them off alone, but thinking that such a horror exists beneath Kirkwall is sickening.
“How much more bullshit is this city going to endure?” Nianan shouts, falling beside the blackened body of a child. “Why can’t it just end?!”
The sound of the warehouse door creaking open catches their anxious attention. Both notch their bows, mirroring each other’s stances. “Who the hell are you?!” Nianan demands, but the words die in her throat.
A man, almost as tall as the door he comes through and just as broad, drags in a wailing elf. Nianan recognizes the young man as an elf from the Alienage, one who had been kind to her beloved Merrill on more than one occasion.
“Oh my,” the human feigns surprise at the sight of the rogues, his fist whitening as he tightens the grip on the elf’s hair. “The famed Champion has stumbled upon me.”
Sebastian hardly waits for the words to be said before loosing an arrow with a guttural noise of rage. Nianan pulls back her own bowstring tighter as their enemy yanks the elf up with such a speed that should not be human, the prince’s arrow burying itself in the elf’s neck instead.
A Templar, Nianan seethes, leaping away as the man charges for them with feral eyes. I wonder if Meredith knows; or is this her doing?
It takes ten arrows to bring down the monster, two through the eyes. To be sure, Nianan buries a dagger into the back of his neck, grunting as she tears through his spinal cord.
“The Maker liberates you,” Sebastian murmurs from over the elf. His eyes squeeze shut, resting a hand over the young elf’s head. “May he guide the path to your ancestors.”
Nianan has no place in her heart for religion and the Maker who did not defend her family as they died one by one, but she takes a knee beside her friend and prays she will not be too late next time.
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[Hawke & Cullen | Nianan and Cullen still don’t like each other four years after the Kirkwall Rebellion.]
Sahaarial wants to roll her eyes but knows better than intervene. Varric told her the Champion of Kirkwall would get prickly when she saw that Cullen was in charge of the Inquisition’s forces, and also told her to let Nianan get it out. No matter how offended Cullen would get.
“Nice to see you haven’t gotten any taller, kid,” Nianan chides, eyeing the Commander judgmentally.
Cullen is immediately unhappy, producing indignant noises. “I’m a thirty-year-old man, Hawke!”
“Still younger than my kid sister,” Nianan chuckles, “and she’s definitely a kid.”
“Don’t make me regret stopping Meredith from killing you,” Cullen growls, and Sahaarial has to force down a laugh at how easily Hawke has gotten under his skin.
“What, you think it’s because of you that she’s dead and I’m not?” Nianan inquires, grinning. “You wish it were, Knight-Captain, I know you do. Think of the glory you’d have gotten: the ex-Templar who saved Kirkwall! Oh, that’d be a story to tell your grandkids, wouldn’t it?”
Before Sahaarial can tell Hawke that they’re all on the same side, Nianan strides into Cullen personal space with a glare. “From what I remember, Meredith tried to kill you as well, and if I hadn’t have put that arrow through her heart, you’d be dead already. Or did you forget that?” She glances to his neck. “I can still see those scars, Commander. It’s only been four years: does gratitude not last with you?”
“Alright, please, Hawke,” Sahaarial now steps in, noticing the enraged glint in her lover’s eye. “Varric asked you to come, and for that, I am very grateful, but I won’t be so grateful if you cause my commander to explode.”
Nianan didn’t step back, so the elf grabbed her armour and pulled her away by force. “Back off,” she commanded this time, humour lost. “I’m in charge here, and petty squabbles over the past will get us nowhere.”
Nianan laughs, nodding her agreement. “Your Inquisitor has a hard hand, Commander!” she gives a last call to Cullen before leaving the war room.
“Maker, I hate her so much,” Cullen sighs.
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