For those that are interested about Archer's choices in Dragon Age 2
Biggest choices:
- Worked for Meeran
- Sided with the Templars
- Sided with Petrice
- Bethany is in the Circle (didn't let Meredith kil her)
- Romanced Anders (Rival)
- Sided with Larius (Legacy DLC)
- Friendship with Isabel and Fenris, partly Bethany.
- Rival with Varric, Anders, Merrill, Aveline and Sebastian.
- Kept Anders alive and made him fight the mages.
- Warrior with Templar and Beserker speciality.
- Killed Merrill's Clan to protect her.
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Headcanons:
- is legally blind in Act 1 and 2, fully blind in Act 3
- considered hearing the mages out by Act 2, completely dismissed thar after Quentin killed his mother.
- never considered given Anders away.
- is extremely concerned about Merrill
- learned his Templar abilities before Kirkwall.
- thinks mages should learn their magic in a control enviroment but also sees that the circle has flaws
- is actually intriuged by the practises regarding magic by the Tevinter Imperium
- is not pro chantry
- actually never saw the Chantry explosion but heard it was awful.
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I've gotten a big behind on sharing my mech paints, so here are a few new ones!
First is my new archer, the first I used the new gold paint on instead of yellow. It's already gone into combat (and gotten deleted because it got caught in the open!)
Next is my Fire Moth. It too has seen combat, though not painted at the time. My roommate obliterated me and it didn't get to really shine ;-;
After that, the War Hawk! I actually painted that one once already, but I wasn't happy with it, so I stripped it and redid it in my paint scheme.
At this point I'm basically making my own mercenary company lol. Calling them the Red Scales. I just like red and yellow paint jobs. I wonder why? }:3c
(No they are not kurita I just like these colors OK? Lol)
Here's the whole Lance (so far) in formation!
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When Varric recounts the Arishok duel, he likes to keep it short.
Hawke shows up, makes a couple of roguish quips, dodges some blows, maybe swings on a curtain for good measure - and then ends it with one clean shot to the eye, or to the heart, whatever makes sense in Varric’s head in that moment.
It’s a good story. He likes telling it. The funny thing is, he also hears that story a lot, told by other people; sometimes it’s even people who were there. It’s like his version of events got so popular, it began to overshadow reality; like everyone had collectively decided they liked that version better.
He can’t blame them, really. Admittedly, it’s not that fun to remember how much longer that duel really took.
It’s definitely not fun to remember how much of that time Hawke spent running.
He really did try to end it quickly, at first; the problem is, it’s really damn hard to line up a good shot in a space with almost no cover, with a sword-wielding giant closing in on you with every step. When he did get enough of a breather to draw his bow, it was never enough time to aim well; the arrows went in, wedged themselves into dense muscle, and the Arishok just kept going.
No, it wasn’t fun at all, watching that duel turn into a war of attrition. Seeing his friend scrambling to avoid getting hit, being chased into corners again and again, bleeding his opponent, but slowly, too slowly.
Hearing someone in the crowd quietly counting how many arrows Hawke had left.
Seeing Hawke reach into an empty quiver.
Seeing the Arishok swing again, Hawke failing to dodge, raising up the only thing he had left to defend himself.
Seeing Hawke’s bow - his mother’s bow - snap under the weight of a Qunari greatsword.
When that blow knocked him to the ground, it really seemed like the duel was over. You could feel the wave of held breaths and panicked gasps rolling through the crowd. All that was left was for the Arishok to stab downward, and he did - and Hawke was not there, thank the Maker, he wasn’t there anymore, but… where was he?
There was another moment, just as the impact of that downward stab died down, when the hall was suddenly silent, and the Arishok looked around, and Hawke was still not there, and in that moment, a thought could occur to you that he must have ran.
It was just a moment, but like everything else about that duel, it was way longer than Varric would’ve liked, and he would never care to remember it if it didn’t turn out to be just dramatic buildup for Hawke’s next move.
Just when the silence was threatening to break into chaos, something happened on the other side of the arena (Varric didn’t catch it then, a pillar was blocking his view, but later Hawke would tell him he’d set off his last smoke bomb in that corner), and it drew the Arishok’s attention.
Hawke then launched himself from behind a curtain (that’s why Varric includes it in the story sometimes) right at the Arishok’s back, sank the small knife he’s always used for close-quarters scraps into his massive neck, and clung for dear life until the thrashing stopped.
And thus the duel ended, in a way that resembled, more than anything else, a back-alley murder. You couldn’t blame Hawke, really; it was what he knew. But it didn’t make for a very glamorous story, and it’s no wonder that people were eager to move on to a better version of events.
By now, Varric’s rendition of the tale is more or less the official account; he tells it often, always with great success, and never in Hawke’s presence.
There was a look in Hawke’s eyes, after he crawled out from under the Arishok’s unmoving body, of someone who wanted to never remember that day again - and Varric always honors his friends’ wishes.
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