Hello, everyone! Out of preparation for Dragon Age: Inquisition, I've decided to start a drabble series focused on my Inquisitor and her adventures through Thedas. Don't take anything too seriously, because most of this is pure speculation. Hope you enjoy it anyway!
DISCLAIMER: No, I don't own Dragon Age. Though I would like to.
She hadn't been expecting this. Being the sole survivor of a massive genocide and then walking out of the fade unscathed and with no memory of the slaughter. When she had woken up this morning, she had been nothing more than a simple mercenary, earning her way and living off of what she earned. She was a simple woman with simple needs.
But then Cassandra, the seeker…
"Inquisitor! Behind you!" the seeker shouted. The inquisitor pivoted and lifted her blade in time to catch the demon's claws aimed at her heart. With quick and efficient strokes, she relieved the monster of its head and moved to the next threat.
Simple. Lather, rinse, repeat. The inquisitor had been fighting for nearly her whole life. But demons from the fade were a different story. They were tougher and less predictable.
"Get your head out of the clouds before you get us all killed!" Cassandra shouted again. The inquisitor refrained from rolling her eyes. She wouldn't endanger the team; she wasn't an idiot.
But the demon horde was too massive. They were everywhere. Where the hell were they—
The inquisitor felt the claws rake her back and she gasped in pain before twisting around to block a second attack. She really needed to concentrate on the fight at hand. She swiped at the creature, but her wound was slowing her down and it easily parried her attack. The inquisitor went in again but the demon slapped the sword from her grasp. Wincing, she backed up, searching for something to use as a weapon. She opened her mouth to call out to Cassandra for help but was silenced by a bolt lodging itself in the demon's skull.
The inquisitor blinked in surprise, turning in time to see a dwarf load a second bolt in his crossbow and take out the second demon advancing on her. The inquisitor quickly retrieved her blade and shook her head to clear it. She was getting distracted too easily.
With the addition of the dwarf, the horde was dispatched and the survivors fled. The inquisitor was leaning heavily on her sword, but she was glad it was over. For now.
The dwarf approached their team and Cassandra narrowed her eyes at him. The inquisitor noticed her lips were pursed tightly and the dwarf winked at her so she figured the two knew each other. She expected him to say something to Cassandra, but instead he looked over at her.
"You might want to watch yourself." The dwarf said, slinging his crossbow over his shoulder. A smirk curled the edges of his lips. "It's raining demons out here."
The inquisitor nodded curtly, feeling embarrassed at her lack of concentration on the battlefield. Cassandra said something about returning to the keep and the dwarf decided he would tag along.
"To make sure this one over here doesn't get offed on the way home." He teased, winking at the inquisitor.
The inquisitor could not recall a time where she had blushed so furiously at a man's teasing until that day. The dwarf chuckled as she turned away from him in embarrassment. The inquisitor decided she would need to keep an eye out for him.
He was trouble.