Speak Bas, you are in the presence of the Arishok.-----------------------------------------------
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The Arishok glares at you while standing up from his seat. “I am, Do you believe this not to be true bas?” He says with an intimidating voice.
As you all have noticed I have recently not been very active on this account! And I am terribly sorry!
I will try to be more active again and reply to rp’s better again!
((also if anyone else wants to rp I’m always open to more rps!))
“I’m not sure, it sounds like there was a lot that happened that needs first person experience. However, if all the transgressions that you spoke of happened I would think I wouldn’t have had the patients to wait as long as you did. Many lives were lost because of your decision, but I feel many more would have been wasted if you had waited any longer. Humans are weird that way, the longer one waits the more paranoid and frightened they become.” She answers after little thought. It was a topic she had had much time to consider, and although she detested the needless loss of life, the Arishok did as the Qun demanded of him and no one could ask for anything more.
Glancing over at him, she wondered if her answer settled something or pleased him in some manner. It was obvious he thought little of the opinion of a woman, even less of a female, but he had taken the time to ask so he must have wanted an answer.
She rubbed her waist again, feeling the pain of the fractured or broken ribs increasing the longer she sat. Deciding to relieve the pressure she laid down on the sandy dirt floor of the village, stretching out to bask in the sun that peered down from the canopy.
“Those humans seemed even worse then what I even knew of them, but I did make a mistake, I should have marched sooner, I believe that the thief would have come out sooner if I forced her to.” He let out a sigh and looked over to her. As she laid down he could not help but wonder if this was a human thing, he only found it strange to do.
“I hope you are not forgetting that we still have a task here Ben-Hassrath. We will have some time to ourselves when we arrive in Par-Vollen.” He said harshly, even if he could use some rest too, in any manner of way. The Arishok then looked up to the sun, it was indeed warm and calming, however he just wanted to leave this place as soon as he could, being surrounded by all those women made him on edge, since they believed themselves to be strong like him who knows what they might plan.
Sten, Dragon Age: Origins (via harbingerkismet)
If they hated it so much, then why didn’t they leave?
Such an answer was made obvious when given the correct information, however said information was not something that Hawke had. Her job was to pacify the needs of the Arishok—to lift a burden off the viscount’s shoulders and to keep the political climate in Kirkwall stable. That was she was best known to do over the course of her stay in the city of chains, although she would have never imagined it the moment she arrived on that god-awful ship from Lothering. This wasn’t what she had planned, nor was it something she ever found herself factoring into her daily duties. Not until now.
Even still, his criticisms on society were valid; they made sense. Though in contrast, Hawke was uncertain whether she would have preferred something so strict and rigid as the system the Arishok commanded, or something where one could determine what they wanted. Backbone and restriction, or freedom and chaos? Those were the decisions one was always given, and one simple answer would shape a single life forever.
Being given permission to pass through the gates into the Qunari encampment, the broad-shouldered beast took a subtle step back and watched as she moved in; his eyes examined her every movement. They were hostile creatures, but such was their way of life. They gave their very lives for the things they protected—for their positions in life and their way of existing. Everything was definite; everything but death itself.
Light footsteps carried the rogue up a short set of stony steps unto another level within the compound. She could feel at least a dozen set of unnerving eyes on her, though she kept her own bright ones cast forward towards that of the Arishok’s perch. Business was business; there was no reason to linger here longer than she needed to—nor did she want to, for that matter.
“Hawke.” His low voice rang through the compound as it could be heard over the small chatter and noises that were normal there. There was a small matter of irritation in his voice but this was normal.
“Again you have come here, is this a matter from the Viscount, or that guardswoman?” He asked as he knew she would not just come there to talk to him, none did, not that they would just come to talk to a qunari though. He did not mind this, even if it would be a refreshing change to talk casually.
He leaned in forward towards her and shook his head. “Again you have let those weaker then you command you, you are above them, or have you actually come here on your own accord?” He was so very curious about this, even if he did not sound curious.
(gah! inspi-less! But I am happy to see that things are fairing well for you^^ )