Vallaslin and Necromancy
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A collection of drabbles following the adventures of (one) Nickolas Lavellan- Inquisitor of the Inquisition, Herald of Andraste, Hope to all of Fereldan and Orlais, Carrier of the Anchor, and...
Certified Druffalo herder.
Or:
Tales of my Inquisitor and the chaos he stirs up and gets himself into with the help of a dashing Tevinter (magister) Altus, a hairy dwarf with an overly sentimental attachment to a crossbow, and a Qunari spy that dies way too much to be useful.
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"Humour me." "But what about you? Don't you need luck too?" Lyric asked, protest forming a small crack in her voice. "I don't know what you'll face before the end," Cullen insisted, his face drawing nearer hers until their foreheads were touching. Her hand was palm-up in his, then, the dark leather of his glove and the moonlight's ivory flush making her fingers look impossibly pale. He placed the lucky coin there, closing her fist around it. "Just humour me." ---- Slow burn romance between Cullen and my femme Lavellan, Lyric. The story is mostly made up of moments between characters, skipping some of the action we are familiar with. Spans the events of Dragon Age: Inquisition, base game only. - 18+ only - Disclaimers: - Content/trigger warnings for minor character injury, blood/gore, and sexual content. - This is a a slow burn, but it is a romance nonetheless. *Not* smut; there are also character pieces for my Inquisitor and some others that are not related to the romance, but it's all part of Lyric's story. - There are time jumps, and some slight canon divergence/original elements, but nothing that impacts the integrity of the story in a major way. - I have only played Inquisition and all associated expansions, but not the earlier games. - This is my interpretation of the story- I take some liberties with minor variations and some situations of my own. - My lore is not perfect, but I'm trying! Feel free to gently correct me if I get something wrong! - All art (including the cover) is my original art! - If you know me, no you don't.Complete
Ma Vhenan
Sorran Lavellan struggles to lead the Inquisition, riddled with self-doubt and the knowledge of what will come should he fail to stop Corypheus, an Ancient Tevinter Magister who intends to ascend to godhood to bring the Imperium to full power. He awakes after the events of Haven, where the original outpost and home of the Inquisition had been burned to the ground by an arch demon under Corypheus' command. Getting back to the survivors is his first task, but many will stand in his way before he is able to take him down. He has an assassination to prevent, an army to destroy, a family and clan to protect, a world to save, and someone who has caught his eye, despite everything.
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"Pointing out my... average height every time you see me is one thing," Lavellan replied, nose twitching in annoyance. The little movement cause Dorian's stomach to flip. "I am quite tall for an elf, mind you." "Of course you are, considering you always have your head held so high. It's a wonder how your neck hasn't dislodged itself from your shoulders yet." ~Just small moments between Dorian and Lavellan, whose height seems to be a recurrent theme in their (heated) conversations. Best Rankings: Number 1 in #dragonage Number 1 in #lavellan Number 2 in #inquisition Number 4 in #dragonageinquisitionComplete
"Humour me." "But what about you? Don't you need luck too?" Lyric asked, protest forming a small crack in her voice. "I don't know what you'll face before the end," Cullen insisted, his face drawing nearer hers until their foreheads were touching. Her hand was palm-up in his, then, the dark leather of his glove and the moonlight's ivory flush making her fingers look impossibly pale. He placed the lucky coin there, closing her fist around it. "Just humour me." ---- Slow burn romance between Cullen and my femme Lavellan, Lyric. The story is mostly made up of moments between characters, skipping some of the action we are familiar with. Spans the events of Dragon Age: Inquisition, base game only. - 18+ only - Disclaimers: - Content/trigger warnings for minor character injury, blood/gore, and sexual content. - This is a a slow burn, but it is a romance nonetheless. *Not* smut; there are also character pieces for my Inquisitor and some others that are not related to the romance, but it's all part of Lyric's story. - There are time jumps, and some slight canon divergence/original elements, but nothing that impacts the integrity of the story in a major way. - I have only played Inquisition and all associated expansions, but not the earlier games. - This is my interpretation of the story- I take some liberties with minor variations and some situations of my own. - My lore is not perfect, but I'm trying! Feel free to gently correct me if I get something wrong! - All art (including the cover) is my original art! - If you know me, no you don't.
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