First Report [Video]

[hawkejunior]

[By now, Carver and his sister have been frightened enough times by the bizarre, talking magical books that appeared in their possessions. They speak in voices and change every day, so it took some tinkering before they were able to figure out how, precisely, to work them.

But now they have. Sort of.

Carver's face appears in the image, glaring, focused in entirely too close for him to know what he's doing with it. He taps on it a few times and once he can see himself, tries to adjust so he's a little easier to see.]

Hello? Is anyone there? Can anyone hear me? [It statics, because he's yelling into it.] Maker! Damn this blighted thing...

[Giving up on trying to make the communicator work, he goes back to the subject at hand.]

If anyone can hear this, my name is Warden-Ensign Carver Hawke. My sister and I- I don't know how we got here, but we're here. We came out of that- that metal building back there.

We're holed up in a little shack not far from that metal building, on the south side of the mountain. I don't know if anyone else is out there, but if they are--

[He coughs, clears his throat, and his voice turns all business.]

I'm going to go ahead and assume this is somewhere in the Anderfels, so you'll probably know what a Grey Warden is. So in that case I'd like to request some food and supplies for both myself and my sister, who is not a Warden, but you're going to be damned bloody sorry if you refuse to her.

And if nobody else is out there... well, then we're in a pile of shit, aren't we...

Comments

[hawkejunior]

I think so. As long as they aren't too big, and as long as we're the ones doing the knocking around this time.

[That wasn't really funny, but it's either laugh at that crack or cry about it, so Carver goes with the former.]

[circler]

We're both stronger. We both-- understand so much more, now.

[She falls silent. It's strange, thinking about that day... but with Carver still at her side.]

[hawkejunior]

Yes. We're older now.

[A pause.]

Well... how old are you? Are we both 22?

[circler]

[She nods.]

I don't know what I'd think if we weren't the same age. That'd be-- way too weird. Just- Maker.

[hawkejunior]

Good. That would have been bloody strange. [At least some things in the world stayed constant.]

Did you learn anything new in the Circle?

[circler]

Oh, loads. There's not much here I can test it on, though. It's a school called force magic-- basically, the manipulation of energy.

[She seems rather excited about this topic...]

I can cause it to burst from inside or crush from outside. It's really quite useful.

[hawkejunior]

Wow. That's... [really cool] messy-sounding.

You'll have to show me if we run across anything.

[circler]

It is- but it's also. Almost kind of fun. [She laughs.]

And what about you? The way you look, I bet you can lift about five cows.

[hawkejunior]

It sounds like it.

Well. [He huffs a bit, puffing up his chest.] Hiking the Deep Roads in full plate will do that to you. I would have looked like this in Kirkwall if we could afford any kind of real armor.

[circler]

Instead of all the junk our brother picked up all over Thedas? The ones he picked from corpses and dead spiders?

[She laughs behind a hand.]