I've done my sentence but committed no crime

[wolfehawke]

Who: Adalwolfe Hawke and you!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: On the Iskaulit
When: Nowish

Broadcast

[The video pops up with Adalwolfe's face centered in the camera, but with the background moving behind him, clearly showing the familiar corridors of the Iskaulit. He's making his way to his new job at Málum as bartender.]

So I noticed on the list of scheduled lectures posted a bit ago that there are several on magic, not to mention several people I've spoken with having positive or relaxed reactions to its use. It's incredibly strange to me that everyone is so open and accepting of this, considering the doctrine regarding magic in my home of Thedas, so it begs the following question and I hope at least someone from outside of Thedas will indulge me:

What is magic like on your world? Is it regulated? Does everyone have the ability to use it, or only a small number of people? Are there prejudices that go along with that.

Ah, well, I suppose that's more than one question. Still, if you're willing to talk about it, please feel free to respond to this post and I'll get back to you when I'm finished with work. Thank you!

[The video clicks off.]


Action

It's only a short walk from the hanger to the bar, but Adalwolfe takes his time since he can't watch where he's going very well as he's recording on his device. Which could lead to all kinds of problems. He seems to be avoiding walls okay, but if a person, say, came out of a corridor nearby or happened to step in front of him at just the right time before he put down the little screen, he might just bowl right into them, or walk right past without noticing a mischievous foot out for him to trip over. Honestly, he's an open target. Or at least seems like it...

Comments

[ofkirkwall]

[ It's like a knife in her gut twisting further and further with every word he speaks, making her equal parts sick and angry. He didn't try, he never bothered, he just left the elf alone in hopes that would make everything better. All but abandoning him. Their friend, their family, her -

Something ugly rears it head in her, something brutal and dark. It would be so easy, so simple to make him fucking hurt for this, to make herself hurt. Even in her anger it is hard to miss how ironic it all is, she is practically hitting herself! Haha, isn't that funny? Isn't that the most hilarious thing ever to be heard? In this moment she couldn't hate him more but doesn't that mean she hates herself as well? Haha, she'd bloody laugh if she wasn't so consumed, so twisted into knots. Wanting more than anything to reach out and... and... do something.

( break his nose and warp his own blood into a weapon, throw him out of the nearest airlock. ) ]

He would have stood by you, he would have managed to get past the fact you're a mage and been there. [ She speaks through gritted teeth, hands curled into trembling fists. ] Even if you didn't agree on everything he would have stayed.

Maker's balls, haven't we lost enough? There had to have been another way, you could have done something other than bloody killing him!

[ If she keeps telling herself that maybe it'll be true, maybe she won't have to face the fact that there probably wasn't any other way. Fenris wouldn't have given him a chance. ]

[wolfehawke]

Marian.

[He doesn't mean to, but he says her name like his father said his when he was a child, when he railed against their life on the run, against the other children in town who eyed him as an outsider, against his magic, against the world. He says her name that way to try and calm her, to bring her into the now instead of wallowing in the pain that causes her upset.]

I didn't know it at the time. It doesn't excuse my lack of action with him, but I had no clue that he wouldn't turn me in to the Templars in those early days. We were vermin to the city, Ferelden refugees that most thought had no place in Kirkwall. I had to protect Mother and Carver and I couldn't do that from the Gallows.

[His voice grows quieter as hers had crescendoed just before, trying hard to keep the waver out, to remain a calm and stolid presence in order to diffuse the feelings threatening to choke them both.]

I tried to talk with him, to reason that day when he confronted me. I asked him to join us against Meredith's tyranny, that even he must see that what she was doing was wrong. Instead, he raised his sword to me.

[He lets out a breath.]

I still should have done more, over the years we'd known each other, but what it came to that day I couldn't have prevented. You know how he fights. I would have died trying. I nearly did.

[He'd been on the defensive the whole time, focusing on the Templars with Fenris instead of the man himself, trying to think of the right thing to say, to do, that would still change Fenris' mind. But there was no magic word, no silver-tinged phrase to make the elf calm down and see reason. He was in a rage and it broke Hawke's heart to have to do what he did.

Almost literally.

Deliberately, Hawke undoes a button and pulls the collar of his shirt down just far enough to show the top of a jagged scar disappearing down the left side of his chest.]

He aimed to kill me. I had no choice.