asholydoes | Sep. 27th, 2019

Sep. 27th, 2019

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THE HEROES OF THEDAS | DRAMATIS PERSONÆ | TIMELINE

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A TIMELINE OF EVENTS II

And so we burned.
We raised nations, we waged wars,
We dreamed up false gods, great demons
Who could cross the Veil into the waking world,
Turned our devotion upon them, and forgot you.
- Canticle of Threnodies 1:8 -

† = Player Canon (unsupported or conflicting with canon)

( 9:41 DRAGON to 9:60 DRAGON )

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A TIMELINE OF EVENTS I

9:00 DRAGON to 9:20 DRAGON

9:04 DRAGON

BIRTHS

Charlette Trevelyan

9:07 DRAGON

BIRTHS

Ansley Hawke
Daphne Caron

9:09 DRAGON

BIRTHS

Lorelei Cousland
Jacqueline Trevelyan
Sebastian Vael

9:10 DRAGON

BIRTHS

Alistair Theirin
Cullen Rutherford

9:11 DRAGON

BIRTHS

Melisande Trevelyan
Carver & Bethany Hawke

9:20 DRAGON

MINOR/CHARACTER EVENTS

The Hawke family settles outside of Lothering
Alistair is sent to the Monastery at Bournshire

9:21 DRAGON to 9:30 DRAGON

9:21 DRAGON

MAJOR/WORLD EVENTS

Viscount Perrin Threnhold attempts to expunge the Templars from Kirkwall and is executed by Meredith Stannard
Marlowe Dumar is appointed Viscount and Meredith is given the title of Knight-Commander for her role in Threnhold's arrest

9:22 DRAGON

MAJOR/WORLD EVENTS

Cassandra Pentaghast thwarts the assassination conspiracy against Divine Beatrix III, earning the position of the Divine's Right Hand

MINOR/CHARACTER EVENTS

Last time Sebastian was in Starkhaven

9:24 DRAGON

MINOR/CHARACTER EVENTS

Daphne Caron is conscripted into the Grey Wardens

9:25 DRAGON

MAJOR/WORLD EVENTS

Cailan Theirin inherits the Fereldan throne after his father's disappearance and marries Anora Mac Tir

9:27 DRAGON

MINOR/CHARACTER EVENTS

Malcolm Hawke dies in Lothering
Jacqueline Trevelyan joins the Templar Order in Ostwick's Circle of Magi†

9:28 DRAGON

MINOR/CHARACTER EVENTS

Leliana seeks refuge in the Lothering Chantry

9:29 DRAGON

MAJOR/WORLD EVENTS

Ostwick is sieged†

MINOR/CHARACTER EVENTS

Alistair is conscripted into the Grey Wardens

9:30 DRAGON

MAJOR/WORLD EVENTS

The Fifth Blight begins in Ferelden
Arl Rendon Howe murders Teyrn Bryce Cousland and Teyrna Eleanor Cousland
King Cailan dies in the Battle of Ostagar

IN-GAME QUESTS: ORIGINS

The Broken Circle: Lorelei aides the mages and keeps Irving alive
The Arl of Redcliffe: Lorelei helps Redcliffe in fight against undead; Connor is alive and not possessed; Isolde is alive
Warden's Keep: Lorelei slays Sophia and allows Avernus to continue his research
The Urn of Sacred Ashes: Lorelei did not defile the urn
Nature of the Beast: Brokered peace between the werewolves and Sabrae Dalish; the Dalish offered their support against the Blight
Paragon of Her Kind: Supported Branka and joined forces against Caridin; supported Harrowmont

MINOR/CHARACTER EVENTS

Lorelei Cousland is conscripted into the Grey Wardens
Daphne Caron is promoted to Warden-Commander in Orlais

9:31 DRAGON to 9:40 DRAGON

9:31 DRAGON

MAJOR/WORLD EVENTS

Lorelei Cousland slays the Archdemon Urthemiel in the Battle of Denerim
Lorelei Cousland and Alistair Theirin wed, becoming King and Queen of Ferelden
Orlesian Grey Wardens are dispatched to Ferelden and put under the command of Lieutenant Gable to help disperse the darkspawn that failed to return to the Deep Roads after the Archdemon was slain
Orlesian Warden-Commander Daphne Caron takes command of Vigil's Keep and Amaranthine
The Circle of Magi in Starkhaven burns to the ground and survivors are relocated to the Gallows in Kirkwall
The Qunari seeking the Tome of Koslun are shipwrecked and stranded in Kirkwall until they can retrieve the tome Ansley Hawke joins brothers Bartrand and Varric Tethras on an expedition to the Deep Roads, uncovering an ancient pre-First Blight thaig and red lyrium

IN-GAME QUESTS: ORIGINS

The Battle of Denerim: Lorelei asks Alistair to perform the Dark Ritual with Morrigan to ensure their survival; Lorelei slays the Archdemon

IN-GAME QUESTS: AWAKENING

The Assault on Vigil's Keep:
The Awakening:
The Righteous Path:
Last of the Legion:
Shadows of the Blackmarsh:
The Assault on Amaranthine:
The Siege of Vigil's Keep:
Depths of Depravity: Daphne Caron allows the Architect to live

IN-GAME QUESTS: II

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MINOR/CHARACTER EVENTS

Daphne Caron is stationed at Vigil's Keep
The surviving members of the Hawke family arrive in Kirkwall
Cullen arrives in Kirkwall
Bethany Hawke joins the Wardens after contracting the Blight in the Deep Roads
Lorelei is reunited with her brother, Fergus

9:32 DRAGON

MAJOR/WORLD EVENTS

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MINOR/CHARACTER EVENTS

Lorelei Cousland briefly reunites with Morrigan before she disappears through the eluvian

9:34 DRAGON

MAJOR/WORLD EVENTS

Viscount Dumar is slain by the Arishok
Ansley Hawke defeats the Arishok in single combat and is declared Champion of Kirkwall
Meredith Stannard takes stewardship of Kirkwall
Revered Mother Dorothea ascends to Divine, taking the name Divine Justinia V

IN-GAME QUESTS:

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MINOR/CHARACTER EVENTS

Bethany Hawke and Daphne Caron begin uncovering the details about Corypheus†
Melisande earns the largely ceremonial title of Arl of Ostwick
Jacqueline is promoted to Knight-Captain in Ostwick's templar ranks

9:35 DRAGON

MAJOR/WORLD EVENTS

Ansley and Bethany Hawke believe they kill Corypheus

IN-GAME QUESTS:

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9:37 DRAGON

MAJOR/WORLD EVENTS

Anders destroys the Kirkwall Chantry; Ansley Hawke grants him his life
Ansley Hawke kills Knight-Commander Meredith and Grand Enchanter Orsino in the ensuing battle
Morrigan reappears at Empress Celene's side as her arcane advisor
Fiona is elected as Grand Enchanter
The College of Enchanters rejects a move to dissolve the Circles at Wynne's persuasion

IN-GAME QUESTS:

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9:38 DRAGON

MAJOR/WORLD EVENTS

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9:39 DRAGON

MAJOR/WORLD EVENTS

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9:40 DRAGON

MAJOR/WORLD EVENTS

The College of Enchanters votes to separate from the Chantry and Lord Seeker Lambert declares the Circle dissolved
The Inquisition interrogates Varric Tethras regarding the whereabouts of Ansley Hawke

IN-GAME QUESTS:

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BASIC

NAME:	Rosalind Hendry
TITLE:	Enchanter
ROLE:	Inquisition Historian
CLASS:	Mage
SUB-CLASS:	Knight Enchanter
AGE:	32 (as of 9:41 Dragon)
DOB:	9:09 Dragon
POB:	Ferelden
GENDER:	Female
SEXUALITY:	Bisexual
RACE:	Human
LANGUAGE:	Common Tongue (native) Elvish (basic) Tevene (basic)
RELIGION:	Andrastian

APPEARANCE

HEIGHT:	5'8"
WEIGHT:	152 lbs
BUILD:	Curvy, athletic
HAIR COLOR:	Dark, warm brown
HAIR STYLE:	Shoulder-length, straight
EYE COLOR:	Light grey
TATTOOS:	None
PIERCINGS:	One in each ear
SCARS:	None of distinction
FASHION:	Practical, comfortable, minimal accessories, neutral colors
VOICE:	Keeley Hawes
FACE CLAIM:	Kate Siegel

AFFILIATIONS

AVVAR:	STUFF
CHANTRY:	STUFF
CIRCLE OF MAGI:	STUFF
DALISH:	STUFF
GREY WARDENS:	STUFF
INQUISITION:	STUFF
MAGES' COLLECTIVE:	STUFF
QUNARI:	STUFF
SEEKERS OF TRUTH:	STUFF
TEMPLAR ORDER:	STUFF
SEEKERS OF TRUTH:	STUFF

MENTALITY

LIKES:	STUFF, STUFF, AND MORE UPVOTES
DISLIKES:	STUFF, STUFF, AND MORE DOWNVOTES
VIRTUES:	STUFF, STUFF, AND MORE GOOD STUFF
VICES:	STUFF, STUFF, AND MORE BAD STUFF
DREAMS:	STUFF, STUFF, AND MORE BAD STUFF
FEARS:	STUFF, STUFF, AND MORE BAD STUFF

RELATIONSHIPS

MOTHER:	Deirdre Hendry (estranged)
FATHER:	Tarmon Hendry (estranged)
SIBLINGS:	STUFF
FRIENDS:	STUFF
FOES:	STATUS
LOVE INTEREST:	Blackwall
PETS:	STUFF

INVENTORY

WEAPON(S):	STUFF
CLOTHING:	STUFF
ARMOR:	STUFF
POTIONS & TONICS:	STUFF
READING & WRITING:	STUFF
TRAVEL:	STUFF
VALUABLES:	STUFF

SECOND TITLE WORDS, QUOTE, OR NAME
SECOND SUBTITLE WORDS, QUOTE, SOMETHING

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PERSONALITY

ABILITIES

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DON'T GET DEAD

Featured OC(s): Lorelei Cousland; Ansley Hawke
Featured NPC(s): None
Setting: Ferelden; 9:30 Dragon
Prompt: N/A Summary: Somewhat experienced Ansley Hawke offers a little advice and food to Lorelei Cousland during a brief encounter before the battle of Ostagar.

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The ruins at Ostagar were unlike anything Lorelei had ever seen.

Tevinter ruins weren't uncommon in the Fereldan landscape, their legacy peppered across the land, and she had seen their lingering influences during a visit to the Free Marches two years earlier. She had been prohibited from visiting the Gallows in Kirkwall, but their gleaming marble shone warily across the sea, easily visible from her quarters in the Viscount's Keep.

Even in their glorious stature, however, she knew scale of the Gallows was nothing compared to the scale of towers and paved paths still standing in Ostagar.

Lorelei cautiously stepped to the jagged edge of the crumbling marble, peering down at the tops of trees that would be ten times her height on ground. She wondered what it would feel like to fall from this height. Death was certain, she assumed. Lorelei nudged a few rocks over the edge and watched them skip and bounce down the side of the cliff. Painful, terrifying death, as twigs and jutting rocks slowed the inevitable descent to the forest floor below. Plenty of opportunity and time to grasp at false hope. As if there were any other way to leave this world.

A demanding gurgle from her gut reminded her that against all odds, she was still very much alive, and in need of the usual sustenance to stay that way. Duncan hadn't given her much instruction other than hunting down another Warden, and he seemed to approve a search for some food, although he wasn't forthcoming with information on where to find some either. On a hunch, Lorelei began the daunting cross over the massive bridge that connected the landing of the Tower of Ishal with the camp proper, folding her arms under themselves to shield from the chilly wind whipping through the gorge.

The proper greetings from soldiers posted along the bridge were met only with silent nods, and Lorelei only spoke to ask one where the general encampment was located. There was a fleeting temptation to ask for King Cailan's location specifically, to see if she could persuade him to hasten Fergus' return, but an overwhelming lethargy countered her resolve. Lorelei didn't want to beg any longer for more help. She didn't even know what she'd say when Fergus returned. In some ways, his absence was a respite.

She thanked the officer for his directions and continued her tired walk through the bustle of gossiping soldiers, Chantry sisters leading fruitless pleas to the Maker, and mages caught in an enchanting dance with the Fade. When Lorelei reached the gate separating the rows of red tents from the rest of the settlement, the posted guard told her the area was off-limits to her.

Before Lorelei could even begin to process any indignation, a heavy arm draped around her shoulder.

"Oh, come on, Emery, the girl is clearly in need of some food and proper armor," a bright, feminine voice said. The woman, almost half a foot taller than Lorelei, tapped on Lorelei's pauldron with her other hand. "This ceremonial shit won't help against the cold or the 'spawn."

"Then she can go to the quartermaster like everyone else with coin."

Lorelei didn't exactly fault him for the assumption that she had money, although it was in error. She had a few silvers in her possession, but even that money was from Duncan; he had given it to her after they departed from a roadside inn during the dark hours of the morning. Her family's wealth had been abandoned with their estate, likely in the unworthy hands of Howe by this point.

"Let me at least share my rations with her."

"Hawke." The guard sighed, rubbing his face.

"Emery," she replied, exaggerating his exasperated tone.

Emery propped open the gate and waved them through. "If she causes any trouble, it's on your head."

Hawke grinned and gave Lorelei a gentle slap on her back, urging her through the threshold.

"Um, thank you," Lorelei said as she began walking. She slowed her pace to let Hawke take the lead, realizing she had no idea where they were headed.

"The restriction is bullshit," Hawke explained. Her strides were long and Lorelei found herself having to double her natural gait to keep up. "They just plant soldiers at random posts and give them meaningless tasks to distract from the inevitable horrific death and dismemberment that's awaiting everyone." She pointed to a small tent. "That's me."

"I guess it's nice to make people feel important before they become darkspawn chow," Hawke added. She squatted in front of the modest fire, stirring the bubbling stew in the charred pot hanging over the flames.

Lorelei had no reply, unaccustomed to such candid talk about death, and if she were honest, still in shock from her own recent experiences with violent bloodshed. Instead, she took in the lines of tents pitched in the muddy grass. Men and women sparred in open areas, some shared drinks and food around similar fires, and the few bodies that occupied cots suggested fatigue or worse. She had never witnessed a battle encampment for herself, having only relied on her imagination from her father's stories or the surely dramatized drawings in history books. The camaraderie and boisterous courage thinly veiled the dread and terror that began to permeate through Lorelei.

When she sought out familiar armor, either by her own family's crest or the vivid blue of the Wardens, she frowned.

"Where are the Grey Wardens?" She asked her new companion.

"Probably fellating King Cailan. Or being fellated by him." Hawke cackled at her own joke, and then looked up when Lorelei didn't respond. The comment seemed especially crass under the circumstances.

As if coming to an epiphany, she pointed at Lorelei with a dripping spoon, shaking it slightly. "Ohh," she said. "You're one of the Warden recruits. That explains the whole...." Hawke just waved the spoon up and down, gesturing to the entirety of Lorelei's presence.

Lorelei wasn't sure what that explained at all, but she took the opportunity to properly introduce herself.

"Yes, I'm Lorelei Cousland."

"Cousland!" Hawke repeated. "And that explains the, ah..." She flashed her free hand near her own sullied pauldron, no doubt indicating the luster that still shown through the dirt and blood on Lorelei's armor. "Only royalty waste resources on pretty armor that can't actually save you."

"Nobility," Lorelei quietly corrected.

"What?"

"It did save me." Lorelei sat down on one of the damp logs across from the fire, the remembered sound of arrows pinging off the armor filling her ears.

"It does look like you've seen some legitimate action," Hawke replied. "You could probably trade it for something better, though. Last I heard, Wardens were pretty tight on supplies. Kingly fellating apparently doesn't buy new swords and mail. But the quartermaster does have some decent pieces."

Hawke licked the contents on the spoon, paused to contemplate the flavor, and shrugged before filling a small wooden bowl. She handed it to Lorelei.

"It leaves something to be desired as far as taste goes, and probably texture, but it's edible. And warm."

"Thank you," Lorelei said, soft but genuine. She had no idea why this whirlwind of a woman had taken pity on her, but she was truly grateful for her kindness.

"You should probably eat it before thanking me." Hawke laughed as she filled a bowl for herself.

Lorelei returned a bare smile and did just that, sipping the thick gravy from the rim of the bowl. The mushy stew was far from the culinary standards considered acceptable in Highever, but it was by no means as bad as her new friend suggested.

Lorelei cleared her throat after finishing her serving. She had no idea what the etiquette was in this situation, if she should make conversation or just say thanks and part ways. The sun was starting to dip below the trees, and she did still need to find this other Warden as Duncan had asked.

"So, 'Hawke' is..." Lorelei began, trying to ease into a conversation that would open a natural departure.

"My family name," Hawke answered around a mouthful of meat. She swallowed audibly. "I'm Ansley. And my brother Carver is around here somewhere."

"You're both soldiers?"

Hawke squinted and chewed, and then rolled her shoulders in a dramatic shrug. "Yeah, we are now, I guess. But it used to be that unscrupulous types would pay me to keep other unscrupulous types away. Usually with a sharp blade. Sometimes with a boot. Occasionally with a sternly worded threat and an intimidating face." Hawke narrowed her dark eyes in demonstration.

"So you're a mercenary?" Lorelei didn't intend to stain the word with the contempt, especially after Hawke's generosity, but the scorn came out nonetheless. If it offended, Hawke kept quiet.

"Yeah, sure. Then my brilliant baby brother decided to run off and join the King's army, and I can't let him run amuck without me." Hawke sighed, quiet but strained, as if the situation weighed on her more heavily than her jovial tone suggested. "Fortunately, desperation seemed to have lowered their standards."

"Fortunately," Lorelei echoed blankly, once again reminded of her own brother. She wondered if he was back in the camp yet.

As Hawke finished the remainder of her meal, Lorelei stood, holding the now empty bowl in uncertain hands.

"Well, ser Hawke, thank you very much for the meal--"

"--Time to be off then?" Hawke guessed. She extended a long arm to Lorelei, offering to take her dirty dish. Lorelei nodded as she passed off the bowl, but she was committed to saying her thanks.

"I truly appreciate you sharing your supper with me, but I have been tasked with finding the other Wardens," Lorelei said.

"Definitely don't want to keep them waiting," Hawke agreed, as if she knew something about keeping Wardens waiting. She set her half-eaten stew on the ground and rose to her full height. Lorelei had never felt so small in the presence of another woman.

"I'm serious about trading in that armor," Hawke continued. "Go for something with some leather, or heavy fur. Maybe a little mail. It gets fucking cold when the sun drops, and you'll be better off with something that'll keep you fast. The best offense is a good defense, and the best defense is being able to run away. Fast."

Lorelei nodded with no commitment, the idea of trading in her family plate for something weaker sounded counter-intuitive. She'd have to run the idea by Fergus, anyway. He might not want to see the Cousland armor sweltered down after recent events.

"Thank you again, ser Hawke." Lorelei dipped her chin in a respectful nod.

"Stay safe, Lady Warden Cousland." Hawke bent her right arm behind her waist and leaned forward in a sloppy bow. She grinned and eased back down to finish her dinner. "Don't get dead."

"I've made it this far," Lorelei replied with a smile of her own.

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