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Canon takes a brick in the face by the name of Carver Hawke.
Or: The “modern character in Thedas” trope done a liiiittle differently. Maker have mercy on us all.
Or: I can’t find a fic where the transmigrated modern character in Thedas actually massively changes canon from DAO to DAI, so I write it myself.
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I'm a fundamentally different person now
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Ch.43
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Ch. 62
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Ch45
What of the archdemon?” Duncan opened his mouth. “Not you.” Loghain turned. Carver blinked. Everyone’s eyes were on him. He cleared his throat. “The reports are insubstantial,”Carver was better served in logistics than leadership, however - or so he had claimed. Arl Howe’s neglect of the roads over the winter had made muddy slopes of Amaranthine’s route for Ostagar, and Carver couldn’t trust Ser Charis and Sergeant Kylar with the vital necks of the western highway. Carver would oversee them himself - for a little while, then return to the capital. And then march south to be with the king’s army, as was his duty. “Just a soldier,” Carver dismissed. He had to balance just the right amount of apathy, inflation, and brevity to persuade his target into a thought without actually thinking. Carver was already young-looking, and not easily mistaken for a member of Maric’s Shield. Now, he had to also aim for “harmless.” Now he had to stay - and avoid the Grey Warden about to visit - until Fergus Cousland’s departure. He couldn’t have Duncan correct the assumption that the nameless knight in Bryce’s castle was anything less than a knight of Maric’s Shield. Carver preferred misunderstandings by his own design.Carver nodded, then turned.-“You brought us a tonic that was useless to you? …You were prepared to die the instant you stepped into our camp. I would have your name.” “I’m no one.” “Now don’t give me that, da’len.” -“Does he deliver mail late?” Rhiannon deadpanned. “The others are starting to call you Postboy.” “Better than what they used to call me.” Rhiannon’s lips thinned regretfully.Theron’s ears twitched, his anxiety seen through. “You seem to know much, for a human.” “Take care, Theron.” They exchanged heavy glances before parting ways. Carver almost missed a faint smile on Theron’s lips.“Let the mabari have respect, Teyrn,” Carver curtly replied. “I shall not leave Ostagar regardless.” Loghain wasn’t impressed. “I shall pretend that you are not the dunce you seem determined to imitate, and assume you know where you are best served. Enlighten me, then, why you wish to wield steel for the king even knowing this.” Carver sighed. Without sounding crazy? “The royal line is Ferelden’s lifeblood. I would be honoured beyond description to protect it.” Loghain stared at him with a frightfully unreadable gaze, before the teyrn appeared to come to a conclusion. “Inform Ser Cauthrien of her new duties and receive your post from her. Dismissed.”Wait, I see it,” Elissa grinned. “Solona looks like she could be your cousin from Rivain.” Hm. “She is.” Everyone spluttered. “Or Antiva, I’m not sure.” Solona timidly gaped. “Y-You know I’m your cousin, but not where I’m from?” Carver shrugged. “We’re related through our matriarchal parentage. I know admittedly little of Revka Amell and even less of your father, save that they reluctantly shipped you to the Circle before I was born. I recognise our relations by virtue of merely your face and name.”-As you say, Postboy.” He sobered, the way members of Maric’s Shield did regarding missions of significance and secrecy. Carver wanted to shake whatever assumptions Satin had crafted out of his head. “-“I’m…going to grab something quick, so don’t wait for me.” He flushed. Oddly, Elissa and Alistair merely shared an amused look before the latter nodded to Carver. “I know how insatiable a growing boy’s hunger can be. Just find us in the Chantry.” The group stepped out of the tavern before Carver could decide how red he wanted his face to be. That hadn’t been one of his better cover-ups, which was enough of an embarrassment, but for the cheese-obsessed Alistair to pity him? Did Carver look younger than he truly was? Carver shook his head. He replaced Elissa’s spot at Basket’s elbow and reluctantly cleared his throat.-“is there a god?” In a narrower perspective, he’d be asking, “are the game developers relevant here?” He mourned. “I wish you never spoke to me, woman.” “And so pride and wisdom retreat to ignorance,” Eleni remarked. “I am here if you decide to walk forward again.” “Saving Thedas is far simpler when I don’t question my existence or Thedas itself.” “Find solace in this truth,” Eleni allowed. “You cherish all life in Thedas. One cannot cherish life without loving it.” Carver pivoted. “Now I’m a loving, all-knowing idiot. Goodbye.” “We will meet again, wandering one.”-“You don’t hate mages, but you admire a system that corrals and abuses them? That’s the hypocritical mindset I expect of a Templar.” Carver defended, “I can condemn the violation of basic human rights, and still respect the inherent purpose of the Templar Order.” “Because ‘magic exists to serve man, and never rule over him?’” Anders recited. “When one quotes Andraste,” Carver commented, “one must keep context in mind.”-
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Honestly super good. Fleshes the world out beautifully.
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ch. 44
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On Ch8
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Someone Else
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