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Malcolm Hawke codexes
I've typed out the Malcolm-related codex entries for the new DLC. Figure the DA2 writers among us might be able to use the backstory.
(my DA2 "how they met" fic? Totally, completely shelved in light of this.)
Malcolm's Bequest
(very mage-y mage robes)
In Kirkwall, Malcolm met Leandra and, despite all common sense, courted her. The few times Leandra managed to slip away from her family, Malcolm showed her a whole new world, something completely different from her cloistered existence. It was dangerous, forbidden, and she quickly fell madly in love with the dashing Malcolm Hawke. These stolen moments would end all too soon.
One day, while fighting with the Carta on the docks, Malcolm used magic to save the life of the crimson Oars' leader. The Kirkwall templars were alerted, but Malcolm wouldn't flee the city without seeing his love one last time. He devised to meet her at the masked ball for the visiting Orlesian Empress.
Disguised in Orlesian robes, Malcolm slipped past the templars to dance with his love. At the end of the night, Leandra would not hear his goodbyes and chanced at happiness rather than face her gray prearranged future. Malcolm and Leandra ran into the night and never looked back.
Malcolm's Honor
(staff with female figure at top)
Malcolm and Leandra fled across the Waking Sea, to a new life away from the cold shadow of the Gallows. It took some doing, but the vastness of Ferelden allowed them to fall beneath the notice of their templar pursuers. They settled in the small village of Lothering, where a Malcolm made every effort to ensure that his children didn't fear magic, and were well insulated against those who did.
Malcolm had picked up a trick or two, here and there, and this deceptively simple staff shows the breadth of his knowledge. More an ongoing project than a specialist's tool, it is the handiwork of someone comfortable with the life he must live, for as long as he was granted the opportunity to live it.
The Fugitive's Mantle
(helmet-like mage's cowl)
Malcolm Hawke ranged the breadth of the Free Marches as he ran from the templars who pursued him. He often posed as a mercenary, and his substantial martial skills easily secured him positions in different bands. On one assignment for the Crimson Oars, he was sent to Kirkwall, the seat of templar power in the region. He had every intention of staying there briefly, but fate had other plans.
The Long Trek
(uh... boots)
Malcolm would never tell his wife or young children where he was from; it was a bloody tale that forever gave him nightmares. When their love was still fresh, Leandra once pressed him on the subject. All he would say is, "Freedom's price is never cheap, but that was a hundred leagues and a lifetime ago." His haunted gaze lingered on his favorite boots, and he would say no more.
(my DA2 "how they met" fic? Totally, completely shelved in light of this.)
Malcolm's Bequest
(very mage-y mage robes)
In Kirkwall, Malcolm met Leandra and, despite all common sense, courted her. The few times Leandra managed to slip away from her family, Malcolm showed her a whole new world, something completely different from her cloistered existence. It was dangerous, forbidden, and she quickly fell madly in love with the dashing Malcolm Hawke. These stolen moments would end all too soon.
One day, while fighting with the Carta on the docks, Malcolm used magic to save the life of the crimson Oars' leader. The Kirkwall templars were alerted, but Malcolm wouldn't flee the city without seeing his love one last time. He devised to meet her at the masked ball for the visiting Orlesian Empress.
Disguised in Orlesian robes, Malcolm slipped past the templars to dance with his love. At the end of the night, Leandra would not hear his goodbyes and chanced at happiness rather than face her gray prearranged future. Malcolm and Leandra ran into the night and never looked back.
Malcolm's Honor
(staff with female figure at top)
Malcolm and Leandra fled across the Waking Sea, to a new life away from the cold shadow of the Gallows. It took some doing, but the vastness of Ferelden allowed them to fall beneath the notice of their templar pursuers. They settled in the small village of Lothering, where a Malcolm made every effort to ensure that his children didn't fear magic, and were well insulated against those who did.
Malcolm had picked up a trick or two, here and there, and this deceptively simple staff shows the breadth of his knowledge. More an ongoing project than a specialist's tool, it is the handiwork of someone comfortable with the life he must live, for as long as he was granted the opportunity to live it.
The Fugitive's Mantle
(helmet-like mage's cowl)
Malcolm Hawke ranged the breadth of the Free Marches as he ran from the templars who pursued him. He often posed as a mercenary, and his substantial martial skills easily secured him positions in different bands. On one assignment for the Crimson Oars, he was sent to Kirkwall, the seat of templar power in the region. He had every intention of staying there briefly, but fate had other plans.
The Long Trek
(uh... boots)
Malcolm would never tell his wife or young children where he was from; it was a bloody tale that forever gave him nightmares. When their love was still fresh, Leandra once pressed him on the subject. All he would say is, "Freedom's price is never cheap, but that was a hundred leagues and a lifetime ago." His haunted gaze lingered on his favorite boots, and he would say no more.
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