Hi guys,
Welcome to my Dragon Age: Inquisition fanfiction! I've based it on the actual game with the major events that unfold. I've taken the liberty of adding more Cullen in, of course ;)
It's based after Corypheus first attacks their stronghold and they're moving to find Skyhold (The video shows which part I mean). In the game, I always had the mages as allies, but for this I thought it would be fun to have Dorian as the only mage to begin with!
This is going to be a Dorian story with some Cullen romance! Those two would be cute together. Bioware was apparently going to make Cullen bisexual but didn't which was a shame. Well, in my version he is!
Read on, and I hope you enjoy!

I shivered as the icy wind threw its arms around me and held on tightly. The snow seemed endless and only the small campfire in the middle of dozens of people seemed to offer any cheer. Wails of sorrow drifted around me as I tried to curl more tightly into my coat. Typically, I enjoyed making a quip here and there and seeing people laugh at my odd sense of humour, but I understood that now wasn't the time.

The medical doctor had refused my help, citing that mages caused more problems than they solved. I guess that was fair, considering their safe haven had just been destroyed by my people to my dismay. I had arrived just in time to warn them, but not enough to save them all. People were mourning the loss of their loved ones that we'd had to leave behind or those with injuries who were growing worse with the chill around us.

"Dorian," a man with blond hair called my name and I gave him my attention. His hair had soft curls in it, like the waves of the ocean, and fell neatly in the style of a soldier. The scar above his lip told me he'd had an interesting life, but nothing more. It was his stance that alerted me to what he was - a way of standing that was taught to only one type of human. Templar.

Narrowing my eyes, I straightened my back and gave him a firm look, wanting him to know that I would not be pushed around. "Yes, Commander?" I had noticed from afar that he was in command of the men and women here. He had been close to the Herald of Andraste when I had first caught a glance of him, but with everything moving so quickly I didn't have a moment to observe anything.

With a pained look, he glanced up and down my body. "You're able-bodied. Go and help the sick."

"I tried," I pointed out. "They didn't want me."

The Commander gave an appraising look to the medic who glanced over at our conversation. It was almost as if he were proud that the medic had done that. "Regardless, we need every hand we can get. Help me move this man."

Motioning to a man who was holding onto his ribs and could barely move, the Commander reached down to loop his arms under the stranger's chest while I grabbed the legs. Now, I'm not one to lack grace, and if you ever ask me about this moment I will make sure to discuss my dignity in great detail. But... the struggle was insane. I don't know how the Commander did it. He looked gaunt and sick for some reason but barely broke a sweat. I, on the other hand, might have perspired just a little bit.

We got the man onto the stretcher gently, and the man complained softly of his injuries. I could tell he wanted to be seen to, but he didn't want to take resources from the others who were currently being looked after. It was gallant, but not necessary.

"Let me take a look," the Commander spoke before I could even get a word out to help him. He knelt beside the man, getting the knees of his pants dirty. I'd met quite a few commanders before (most of them mages), and not one of them would have gotten their clothes dirty. Once they'd risen to that position, such things were beneath them.

I wasn't prepared to kneel in the mud either, but this moment wasn't about my clothes even though every moment should be.

The man looked at the other closely before asking for a bandage from a medic. It was given and he tightly bound his ribs. "They seem to only be fractured. You will be alright soon, but don't do anything crazy in the meantime."

"Where is the Herald of Andraste, Commander Cullen?" The man whimpered. "She needs to be alive."

The Commander, whom I now knew was named Cullen, looked worried for a moment before his expression smoothed out and he forced a smile. "She will be alright. Andraste is guiding her path and whatever happens will be right."

I tried not to roll my eyes at that. I don't believe Andraste had much to do with what happened. I remember what I had seen, running for my life as I tried to reach the Herald and warn her about what was coming.

The army of mages that crawled down the sides of the hills like ants to honey was formidable, and the man leading it... Corypheus. He was not fully a man, not fully any other creature I had come across in my life. I was beyond scared - I had been paralysed with fear. Then I had begun to run.

I had no idea where I was running to, but when my brain finally caught up with the rest of my body, I realised where I needed to be.

Cries came from around us and I stood up quickly. The Commander did as well, putting a hand on his sword. Oh, the jokes I could have made if the time was right. Unfortunately, it was not. But the time was a good one.

The Herald was back!

We could see her, forcing her way through the snow. She looked like she was about to collapse and my heart went out to her. The elf was the first to her side. I'm sure he had been the first to see her with his keen senses.

"Solas," Cullen murmured, watching the event unfold.

Fantastic, now I had another name to add to my list. It would be such fun to pretend I already knew all their names.

Before I could ask for more intel about everyone, Cullen was off, jumping over the snow to get to the fallen woman. It seemed like most men threw themselves at this woman and I felt a tiny bit of jealousy stirring. Then I shook that off. I didn't want a sparkly green hand, and I definitely did not want to face down Corypheus. That woman had a lot on her plate and I was not about to grab a fork and dig in with her!