Authors Note: I've been debating whether to do this or not, but then I decided to, in hopes that it would help me get inspired enough to do a full story with the same Inquisitor and such. I only own Elijah, my OC Inquisitor. Please enjoy...but no flames please! Oh and before it starts...this Inquisitor, who is my 4th, never seems to be without a smile of some sort..even when angry! Oh..and yes..he is paired with Dorian..my absolute favorite character from the DA games!
Small Smiles 1 – Introduction!
The first time the Inquisitor saw him, Dorian had his back to the small group, and was holding off demons pouring from the nearby rift, with just a few simple spells and his staff. When he turned and made a comment about how good it was of them to finally show up, or something along those lines, the Inquisitor couldn't help the smirk, small though it was, that made it's way onto his face. Before he could say anything though, a demon tried to take a piece of him, and he was forced to turn and attack it in kind, with his two short swords.
Those he brought with him each took on a demon too, dispatching them with relative ease. As they distracted them, with swords, and bolts, the Inquisitor inched his way around the fringes, narrowly avoiding a stray fire spell from the mage they just met. He pulled off a glove and lifted his hand, bearing a painful looking, glowing green mark, up, directly aimed at the rift. A green beam connected his hand with it, and a few seconds later it lightly "exploded" as it was sealed shut. Their new 'friend' turned, eyebrows up, showing that he seemed to be rather impressed.
"Fascinating!" The mage said, glancing at the Inquisitor's hand briefly, as he was putting the glove back on. "How does that work exactly?" The Inquisitor arched an eyebrow, and attempted to ignore the throbbing pain in his marked hand. When he took to long to answer, the mage continued talking.
"You don't even know do you? You just wiggle your fingers and boom! The rift closes!" Despite wanting to laugh, the Inquisitor said something else entirely.
"Who are exactly?" He said. He watched the mage seemingly falter for a moment as he spoke.
"Ah...sorry...getting ahead of myself I see!" The mage straightened out, and looked the Inquisitor dead in the eyes. "Dorian of house Pavus. Recently of Minrathous. How do you do?"
The Inquisitor tilted his head, and, feeling it was only right, responded in kind with his own name, after his companions tossed in their input, including a remark about Dorian being from Tevinter.
"A pleasure...I'm sure. I am Elijah Trevelyan" He did a mock bow, then straightened. Looking back on this moment years later, he would think to himself it was one of the best moments of his life, being introduced to Dorian like he was. He couldn't bear to ever think of what might have happened if he'd never met the mage from Tevinter.
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