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Kirk Tabris	By : YGuy Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 6014 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Notes at the end this time
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It had been far too long since he had seen these grime covered stone walls, with shacks and huts on the verge of collapse wedged together, broken and worn, weighing on the back of another house just below, just the same. Alleys intersecting these creaking piles of junk that passed for homes, like great webs catching the helpless flies within their inescapable threads. To say it had been a long time was not an overstatement, it had been literally months, perhaps even bordering on a year since Kirk had left these slums in a hurry under the wing of the Grey Warden; Duncan, having being saved from probable execution after he had massacred a mansion of guards and nobles for the sake of a few elven women kidnapped to be raped by nobles grown drunk on power. Despite the disbelief that this could be home to any living being more than an animal that so enraptured his comrades he was glad to be home.
Still, it seemed that as soon as one tyrant was dethroned that another would rise to claim his place, and somehow the elves would find themselves under the thumb of oppression once more. Loghain may even be worse than Vaughan… he couldn’t believe he was thinking it but the more he thought about it the more he knew it was the case. Whereas Vaughan was a vile man, subjecting innocents to the most depraved acts of violence; Loghain was willing to sacrifice countless warriors to make the Wardens seem the villains at Ostagar, willing to kill and poison his fellow nobles, send the land of Ferelden into civil war while the Blight bore down, all to justify his paranoia. Now, he sought to sell the elven people into slavery, to make them the toys of the Tevinters.
Kirk had come home expecting trouble, after all that’s why Eamon and Anora asked him to go to the Alienage, yet he thought he would find a semblance of that distant happiness still, instead he found Shianni desperately trying to reason with a confused and scared crowd, unable to spare time to even hug her cousin, and he could not see Soris; his cousin and the one he had truly wanted to marry all that time ago was trapped indoors, the community sought to blame someone for all the problems and with Kirk gone, he was the only other one who was involved in the murder of Vaughan which had nearly brought calamity to the Alienage.

He quickly learned his father was gone, taken into the hostel by the Tevinters recently, and the idea that his father may be in the hands of a Tevinter doing Maker knows what to him made Kirk’s blood boil. If there was ever a question in his friends’ minds about whether Kirk had something worth fighting and dying for that was not duty or obligation; his sudden fervour was their answer.
His allies had to come to learn who Kirk was, they had learned of his bravery, his compassion, but also his hatred, anger and desire for vengeance, and even seen his ‘other face’ though they never knew his reasons . Seeing this Alienage, these people and what was being done to them they could begin to understand why he was the way he was. Wynne had to fight the urge to stop and administer aid to those she found for they were too great in number, every corner they turned be it on the streets or in the apartments revealed to her more destitute, sick, and injured people, her heart stuck in her throat, covered with bile, when she saw a young woman, barely of age, emaciated and covered in lesions scrounging through trash and faeces for anything of use. Alistair silently vowed to make this right as he followed Kirk through to where it seemed the Tevinters had been taking the elves. Zevran remained silent and seemingly unaffected; he knew all about this world, the kind of life Kirk had come from, he had always known; people like Kirk and himself were not the children of a just and fair world.
Kirk kicked down the wooden door and burst into the room, there were armed Tevinters everywhere however this did not deter him at all, casting his eyes around he spotted one bald, robed man and just past him… relief suddenly filled Kirk as he took aim and fired an arrow into the eye of a Tevinter, the bald man who had just begun to speak suddenly finding all feelings of smugness and superiority gone as the man next to him dropped. With a shout his men began to ascend the stairs to come after Kirk as he himself swung his mage’s staff around in the air, cold blue energy swirling as he began to cast a spell.
A fist of stone sailed through the air and whipping past Kirk hurtled down towards the mage, smashing into the wooden floors at his feet, sending splinters everywhere as his footing crumbled, the mage dropping to the ground, his spell casting broken. Alistair blocked the top of the left stairs easily casting aside the attacks of the Tevinters with his sturdy shield, before, with a great heave, knocking them down the stairs and to the lower level of the room before descending the stairs himself, quickly slaying them. Zevran dipped and ducked around the sword swings of his opponents on the right stairway ending them with swift strikes to the neck before joining Alistair on the lower level.
Wynne had joined Kirk in the center of the balcony, the pair raining arrows and magic down upon the Tevinters below; Wynne keeping the other mage pinned and bound with a relentless barrage of spells. Soon the only Tevinter left standing was the bald mage, though it was a stretch to even say that considering he was propped up against the back wall, his robes torn and burnt. Kirk leaped over the railing and onto the lower level to join Alistair and Zevran, Wynne preferring the stairs at a steadier pace.
“Please just listen, spare me and I can give you documents implicating Loghain in this and, and… power!” begged the mage as he was cornered by Kirk and his allies, the caged elves looking on with interest and anger. They clearly recognized Kirk but they said nothing, they didn’t have the words or voice in them to express everything that they were feeling.
“Power?” questioned Kirk with one eyebrow raised high, feigning interest, if only to learn what this man thought he could offer that would appease him, all the while suppressing his rage.
“With my magic, I can make you stronger! If you let me go I can use the life force of these elves to increase your strength and vitality!” explained the mage, desperately trying to sell his proposition.
Kirk moved closer to the mage and with one hand grabbed him and held his jaw tight, he pulled the man forward slightly beckoning him to stand on his own two feet and stop leaning on the wall, while he leaned in slightly to lock eyes with the mage.
“Kirk, you can’t seriously be considering his offer, its blood magic!” exclaimed Wynne in exasperation, but Kirk did not listen, he had already made up his mind.
“What’s your name, mage?”
“Caladrius” was the grunt of the man caught in the vice-grip of his hand.
“Well, Caladrius, do you see that man there?” asked Kirk as he turned the mage’s head with his hand, so that he could look at the elderly man in a cage naught but a few paces from him. When the man did not answer, Kirk tightened his grip and forced the man to look back at him, the city elf’s eyes demanding response from Caladrius.
“Do you!?” shouted Kirk as the mage grimaced from the painful squeezing of Kirk’s absurdly strong hand.
“Y-yes”
“That’s my father”
Kirk’s face morphed for just a second, monstrous and enraged as his limbs filled with new strength as he pushed Caladrius’ head back and into the wall smashing his skull open with a sickening crack. As Kirk’s face shifted back he gave the dead man’s head another strong press against the wall, eliciting a crunching sound from the already fragmented cranium of the mage as its contents, reduced to mince began to dribble out from what was left of the back of his head.

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Accidentally wrote this on Father's day here in Australia, found it curious. No father to celebrate anyway, so it's kind of irrelevant.
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