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Rivera Hawke

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a character in “Dragon Age: The Undoing”, originally authored by CNAGamer, as played by RolePlayGateway

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Rivera Hawke
"For us to be free, we must accept ourselves. We ask others to accept us when we hide, run, try to change. Mages are the biggest hippocrites to be found.”


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Age: 25
Race: Human
Sex: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Height: 5'11"
Build: Medium
Class: Mage
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Warden? No

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Level: 8
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So begins...

Rivera Hawke's Story

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Kerin Valar Character Portrait: Ethne Venscyath Character Portrait: Kylar Stern Character Portrait: Rivera Hawke Character Portrait: Elpis and Caracoc
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She turned the letter over in her once more as she rested her lips on her pint. The courier who had dropped it off in this pub was ordinary, and his clothing unassuming, but the letter, the letter was extraordinary. She had read it numerous times now, and had memorized the Warden-Commander's name. One mister Malik Hastan, Commander of the Gray. She knew of the Gray Wardens, what dwarf didn't? Those men and woman who marched into the deep roads to die taking as many darkspawn as they possibly could with them. True and irrevocable warriors with an equal to none. She had entertained thoughts of becoming one once. To escape the Casteless life and to replace it with a Warden title. Life had all but crushed her dreams by now.

She had escaped Orzammar by a different means. Some called it murder, she called it retribution. They dared put themselves above her, they believed they could bend her to their will. They had threatened her with her brother's life. She still refused, and for it, lost he brother. But they had lost much more. Turns out, a dwarf in the throes of rage is a match for a couple of nobles and their guardsman. Kerin Valar would not and will not bend to anyone's will but her own. Fate and destiny could go sod off, the only one who had any say in her life now was her. Now that she was on the surface, her life was her own to live. Though, at what cost?

Kerin tipped the pint and swallowed some of the ale. It was stout for a human ale, but paled in comparison to the bootleg lichen spirits Dust Town could provide. That stuff could pickle a dragon's liver. Kerin drank as she read the letter once more:

Malik Hastan wrote:To Miss Kerin Valar, formerly of Orzammar, the Grey Wardens at Weisshaupt offer their greetings.

It has come to our attention that you are possessed of talents which may prove valuable to a particular task being undertaken by the Wardens in cooperation with certain skilled outside parties who know the value of discretion and secrecy. If you are willing to face difficulty greater than most will ever understand for the sake of saving people who will never know of your deeds, your presence is requested in the Grey Warden encampment at Kirkwall, in the Fee Marches. If monetary compensation is your requirement, you have only to name a figure.

Should you accept, please meet the courier of this letter at the docks in three days’ time for your transport.

With respect,
Malik Hastan,
Commander of the Grey



The front was business-like, very official, very impersonal. In fact, Kerin had almost crumbled the note up and tossed it when she read it. It sounded as if they were trying to buy her services, and she wasn't for sell. Money was nice and all, but it alone would persuade her. She had her pride and her principles. However, the back of the letter is what really caused the stir in her heart. A personal note from the Warden-Commander himself. She flipped the letter to remind herself of what it said.

Malik Hastan wrote:Kerin,

If you’ll forgive the informality, I’d much rather put this another way. This mission is vital, but some are already calling it impossible, a fool’s errand. A friend of mine, long since departed from Orzammar, has told me that impossible tasks are something of a specialty of yours. To be frank: the odds aren’t good, but the deed must be done.

I can’t say more here, in case the courier is intercepted, but I wanted you to understand what you’re getting into. I’ll be more forthcoming in person.

-Malik



This sounded much more like a plea. That he understood her worth to her team, and had the wherewithal to write to her like a person instead of a nobody. This was better than the official crap on the front. Words such as "impossible", "odds" and "a fool's errand" had already managed to endear her to the cause. She sighed heavily and cocked her head to the side. What did she have to lose? Her life? Her life was hers to spend anyway she wanted. With that, she crushed the letter between her hand and stuffed in her pocket, and downed the rest of her pint. She'd need to travel to the docks. She'd need a pony to do that. She'd have to spend what little of the noble's coin she'd picked off of his body to do that.

A fair price for freedom.




The trip was uneventful. The boat ride was horrendous, as expected. It wasn't natural for a dwarf to go sailing across the water like some sort of fish. She'd spent most of her time under the deck hugging tightly to a post and using her helmet for an impromptu bucket. She'd made sure she'd scrubbed the hell out of the helmet afterward... She had met the warden commander, and atypically for Kerin, she managed to keep her tongue around him. The man was the Commander and that fact alone managed to gain him immense respect from the dwarf. He briefed her on the mission and she took all the information in stride, ending the meeting in "Just point me in the right direction."

When night had fallen, she found herself on the pony approaching the meeting spot for the rest of her team. The first person she seen- their captain- was this so-called "Dreamer" a right stringy looking elf. She had managed to stand straight up with all of her height.

Kerin wasn't impressed.

She removed her helmet (exposing her casteless tattoo in the process) and leaned forward on her pony, staring at the elf. "So... You're the captain, huh twig-bean? I'd expected someone bigger. You look like you're about to jump out of your skin- would save the darkspawn the trouble of doing it for you," she said with all the finesse of a hammer. Kerin dismounted her pony and lead it towards the wagon- taking a seat in the back as she waited the rest of the team. "As long as you don't get us all killed twig-bean, then I've got no problem with you. Hell, even if you do, I still won't hold it against you. It was my choice to be here."