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BG3 Verse Notes that will need to be written up:

Carver is a Paladin of Helm, Oath of Devotion

The Grey Wardens are an off-shoot of Helm's faith, watchers and guardians of peace in the realm. They suffer the same notorious reputation that many who worship Helm face.

Very similar to the Wardens of DA, they bear no creed to one specific nation or peoples. Once sworn in, you are sworn in until life. The Watch never ceases. In peace, vigilance, etc.

Will have to figure out more/what I can mimic the Taint with in Forgotten Realms, but!

Still the surviving of the two twins, still has an older sibling he has a hatchet to bury with. Family has a history with infernal deals (to mimic the risk of demonic possession that mages in DA face), and thus is very stoutly opposed to demons, devils, and any of their deals.

Recruitable companion!

In act 3 will want to visit the ruined shrine of Helm in BG and will probably work it into some form of personal quest for him.

More TBA

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@fatewoven / fenris asked ❛ —— ☾ ₊ ⊹ ❛ i can give you reasons not to die. ❜

He does not turn to see the elf, doesn't need to when he'd fought with that voice by his side for years, grudging as it might have been on both their parts. Any surprise he might have felt at hearing it again is dulled by the sweet numbness of alcohol. The world is blessedly treacle-slow for once. "The name Hawke seems to be enough of a reason to make a friend of death these days." in lieu of greeting. Carver gestures vaguely with the bottle in acknowledgement. "I'd ask you if you'd want some, but I know you put up for fancier shite than this."

The glass is suspiciously cloudy, hiding the nature of the ominous swill contained inside quite nicely. The concoction smells strong enough to peel paint from the walls or make a lesser man wretch. Might be piss, might have sat in the bottle for ten years too long. Either way, it burns on the way down as it aught. Carves a path of fire from gullet to belly that is a good reminder as any that he's still alive. Despite everything that would see it be otherwise. Fate and the Maker Himself and whatever else lurks out there, at this point. Pissants, all of them.

"Now," he wipes roughly at his mouth, setting the empty glass down and signaling for another. "That before or after the Taint takes me, eh?"

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Carver Hawke

“The Second” Inspired by “The Emperor”

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pick up your sword. //IGNORE THAT LAST ONE THIS IS THE HOTNESS!

❛ —— ☾ ₊ ⊹ 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐘 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 / @limpfisted

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐒 is unequivocally, irrevocably, an arse. An outcome Carver should have seen coming, truly. Nobles always stink of roses until you get close enough to catch the stench laying just beneath the perfume. To see that their practiced speech is only just so that they can call themselves your betters and paint it as flattery. Heavens forbid they caused offense and had to actually answer for their actions.

He's never been able to stand all that preening and poppy cock for long.

So Carver had done what he's always done — he opened his fat mouth. Said a few unflattering words, felt justified and good and righteous when he'd gotten a rise out of the Blade. Vindictive. Little else is sweeter than the bull-flare of Wyll's nostrils, the clench of his dashing jaw and the flex of his sword-calloused hands. Being able to induce anger in the other man had brought Carver the sort of pleasure that his mother would have despaired in.

Incensing him to the point of drawing his sword has been even more satisfying. Carver had not bothered biting down on his grin, a mean and dark expression that had earned him many a pretty name in the army.

Having his sword knocked from his hand was a little less gratifying and two parts humiliating. Gods, he feels like some half-cocked youth with sweating palms again, letting his overconfidence take him like that. Some might think that there was no point in picking fights he couldn't win, but Carver doesn't do this for victory. He does it to be proven right. To drag the pompous prick down to his level, to roll them both around in the dirt like dogs.

All men are equals only on the battlefield. They all bleed and feel pain and shit themselves in death the same.

"Glady," Carver bites out, spitting saliva tinged with blood from his mouth. His cheek aches with the forewarning of a bruise. He'll give Wyll one to match. He picks himself up, spinning the sword's familiar heft upright in his hand. Let the weapon be an extension of his body, his breath. He inhales deeply and squares his shoulders. "Come down here and face me then, m'lord. The mud here has your name on it."

Never meet your heroes, they say, and Carver used to think it only applied to his own father. Seems like the old wisdom still holds.

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Very, very vague bg3 verse ideas that I will need to elaborate on further. But to mirror the constant threat of demons & possession in DA lore, considering that the Hawkes have infernal ties (warlocks? deals?) that still haunt the line and specifically the magic-users (sorcerers?). So you still get the very bitter flavor of Carver not being like his siblings, but also 'blessed' for being mundane.

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#ANTIGONICK:   translated by anne carson.

we begin in the dark and death is the birth of us.

leave my death alone.

a husband or a child can be replaced, but who can grow me a new brother?

nothing vast enters the lives of mortals without ruin.

i’ll be so lonely.

you think you are iron but i can bend you.

i was born for love, not hatred.

we’re all here. we’re all fine.

an enemy is always an enemy, alive or dead.

you are a person in love with the impossible.

i share the blame.

you did nothing.

but of course there is hope.

do not say that. or i will have to hate you too.

i can give you reasons not to die.

some god is heading you on the high road to ruin.

it wouldn’t help you. it didn’t help me.

this terrible thing we’re witnessing now is not unique. 

you know it happened before, or something much like it.

they’ll welcome me.

shall [name] prescribe to me how i should rule?

why not find a desert and rule all alone?

watch out. i see the future plunging toward you.

that is so wrong. that is so wrong.

i am your defender.

i am yours.

everything i touch goes wrong.

your soul is blowing apart.

blessed be they whose lives do not taste of evil.

i want to row the boat with you.

you’re not ashamed?

no shame in honoring one’s kin.

you’re late to learn what’s what, aren’t you?

to die is my only prayer. 

i want [name]’s death.

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felt this needed to be immortalized here @limpfisted

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GENERIC FANTASY PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue for any fantasy setting

you are a descendent from an ancient royal line.

can you joust?

this is not a question of bravery.

are you too cowardly to take a life?

hand me my sword.

the sheets feel scratchy.

you could have got us killed!

if you had kept to the plan, those knights might be alive right now.

together, we have a chance to take back what is ours.

would you ride into town with me?

you're playing with fire.

you should be on the throne.

perhaps we never should have come.

did you bring your bow?

you take one more step, traitor, and i'll chew you to splinters.

are you fit to compete, or shall the forfeit stand?

thank you, my lord.

i will deal with you when this is over.

you have to go alone.

we have some work to do.

it's an ambush!

why are they all staring at us?

were you robbed?

clean your sword.

i must look for a suitor.

i know where your allegiance lies.

pick up your sword.

you're not going to kill me?

what do you propose we do, your majesty?

the path takes us through there.

i will probably die on this quest.

even the peasants can marry for love.

your people love you.

i just learned this spell. can i show you?

are you with me?

how many more must die for the throne?

why don't we discuss the matter later?

what are you wearing to the ball tonight?

do not shush me!

be careful on those roads. there's been a report of bandits.

i'm not worthy of the throne.

how do i know your promise will be kept?

take the sword to the tower.

is that your horse?

i hear there's going to be a royal ball.

it was said to be magic.

no one has ever taken that castle.

what a waste of brandy.

is there a way down?

do you hear talk of a dragon?

you knowingly endangered a member of the royal family.

on a horse, with a lance... you're unbeatable.

some day, i'll be a knight.

there's an army out there, and it's ready to follow you.

hold your tongue or lose it.

you're no longer a myth. you're starting to mean something.

admiring the castle again, i see. isn't it beautiful?

tonight, evil has met its match.

you make me feel like a poet.

i'll ride with you.

this kingdom is better off without the lot of you!

why were they trying to kill you?

no one ever comes back from the woods.

i think it's time we found out what's going on.

i will not lose.

how about a little target practice?

you were right to fear the woods.

choose your last words carefully!

the time for pleasantries is through.

run, and i will run with you.

they wanted to arrange my marriage.

will you dance with me?

i'm sure when i'm older, i'll understand.

you know what we have to do.

what do you think? now that you know what i am?

you speak of what you do not know.

my parents were peasants.

we have a long journey ahead of us.

we should have killed them when we had the chance.

you might find this land a more savage place than you remember.

do you even know how to use that thing?

you have to be of noble birth to compete!

i didn't want to be at the celebration.

i can do magic.

are those catapults?

do you know any spells?

i'm not supposed to be seen with people like you.

minotaurs? they're real?

try and take them then.

help me fetch my arrows.

i'm afraid i'm not worthy of you.

i hear you have a quest for me.

sit with me and drink.

that's a bit of a long story.

there is no way that i am fighting.

i challenge you to a duel.

i wonder who lived here.

maybe it's time you had this back.

you have a traitor in your midst.

meet me in the castle gardens tonight, after the sun sets.

the king sent me.

you stole from the castle?

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