Hawke brings a message to all the ladies

Hello Ladies!
Look at your man now back to me, now back to your man now back to me.
Sadly, your man isn't me.
But if he stopped shaving and let it grow free?
Your man could have a beard like me!
Look down, back up. Where are we?
We're on a boat full of Hawkes
And yes ladies, they’ve all got beards!
What's in your hand? Now back at me.
A jar of nutella to smear on my face,
Look again,
the nutella jar is now a bearded Qunari!
Anything can happen when your man grows a beard like me,
And ladies, we have a hat.

When Hawke shapeshifts, the beard remains. Bearded spider anyone?

The lovely mllrthyme has written an amazing story of Hawke and his beard. For guaranteed giggles click here.
The siblings of the hour, the masters who began the bearded challenge have grazed us with videos! Beards and cookies to everyone.

"There are two kinds of people in this world that go around beardless—boys and women—and I am neither one." - Greek saying

The Chant of Beard:

Blessed are they who stand before
the shaven and cleansed and do not falter.
Blessed are the Bearders, Champions of the bristles.
-Beardedictions 4:10

At Hawke’s word, the face 
Grew black with hair.
 At Our Sister's, ten thousand curses 
Passed her lips, 
A great turth rose over Lothering, gladly proclaiming:
 Those who have been bearding are the Saviour.
-Hawke-Beard 10:1


 Beards exist to grow on man, and never to be plucked from him.
 Warm and cozy are they 
Who have taken the time 
And grown the Champion-Maker. 
They shall be named Beard Brother, chosen ones. 
They shall find great appeasement here 
And beyond.-Truth 1:2

The Maker created darkspawn, because he was jealous of Hawke's beard

6 months to go. Please send all your cookies and love for our bearded champions.

The subject update 1:

Dogs like Hawke's beard too. It's just that awesome.

PSA

Let all repeat the Chant of Beard

To beard, or not to beard: that is the quest(ion):
Whether ‘tis nobler in the face to suffer
To deny foam and aftershaves at outrageous prices,
Or to take arms against a sea of follicles,
And by shaving end them? To exfoliate: to shave;
No more; and by growing to say we end
The razor burn and the thousand ingrown hairs
That shaving is heir to, ‘tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish’d. To grow: to comb;
To comb: perchance to style: ay, there’s the rub:
For in that combing what food particles may drop
When we have thrown away our automatic shavers,
Must give us pause: there’s the action
That makes the beard so long and full
For who would bear the looks and stares,
Of the beard coveters, the follicly-challenged,
The pangs of dribbled soup, the cracker crumbs,
The disapproval of management and the spurns
That sprouting hairs may visit
When he himself might not be able to beard
Even with Rogaine? who would fardels bear,
To trim and style under a bathroom mirror,
But that the dread of slow growth may make,
The undiscover’d genes from whose gaze
No bearder escapes, puzzles the will
And makes us forsake our beardless fathers
And try Beard Club for Men that we know not of?
Thus cowardice does make beardless of us all;
And thus the natural length given of evolution
Is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of propriety,
And beards of great length and fullness
With this regard may turn scraggly,
And lose the name of action. – But grow you now!
Faithful bearder! Hero, go forth in thy follicle sprouting attempt
And your epic beardness shall forever be remember’d.

                                                                                          - Courtesy of JMKnave

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