So… Another K!Meme inspired story. OP wanted a baby Inquisitor, and I jumped on it like a Templar on Lyrium.
Seven year old Tariel Lavellan, future Necromancer, too precious for his own good.
These will be a bunch of connected scenes, probably uploaded in a random order.
Be prepared for Baby Inky's clan to get involved in this.
"He is no mere child, do you not see what he has done to the sky?!" The farmer demanded. "The Divine would want to be avenged!" Behind him, the small mob raised their pitchforks and hoes, agreeing with some sort of rallying cry.
"No. Absolutely not," Varric snarled. "I refuse to believe a child is capable of what you say he is." The dwarf glared at the man leading the group, pulling the bolt back on his crossbow. "Now you settle down and worry about something more practical, like the demons falling from the sky."
For a moment, Varric was afraid they would charge, and as good as he was with Bianca, that many advancing parties would easily overwhelm him. He never thought he would be thanking the Maker for Cassandra's yelling.
"What is going on here?" she demanded, hand resting on the hilt of her sword.
"Lady Seeker," the leader approached the enraged Cassandra. "We cannot harbor the Divine's murderer here. We must avenge her!" Varric was sure he actually saw fire in the Seeker's eyes.
"We do not cut down innocent children," she said much calmer than he'd ever thought to give her credit for. "We wait for him to awaken, and we find out what happened. This child is a witness, and I refuse to believe anything until I have evidence proving otherwise." She pushed past them, joining Varric in defending the door. "You'd best move along before I decide you are responsible."
Under her withering glare, the crowd quickly dispersed. Varric and Cassandra shared a collective sigh of relief.
"I'm proud of you, Seeker," Varric smirked, hooking Bianca to her clasp on his back. "I was half expecting you to want revenge too."
Cassandra let out the disgusted noise Varric was beginning to associate with her. "The Divine would not condone murder in her name, and of a child? The Maker would surely strike us down the day we murder an innocent child, elf or not."
She peered through the hatched window, just able to glimpse the people inside. Solas was still at work, trying to stabilize the strange magic consuming the child while the Apothecary, Adan, worked on keeping him alive.
Every so often she could hear whimpers escape from the sleeping form, small whispers, though she was too far away to make out any words. They'd been working on him for three days.
"Do you think he will awaken, Varric?"
"He walked out of the Fade, untouched, save for that nasty mark on his hand. I would like to be optimistic."
"Optimism? Coming from you?" Cassandra snorted. "That's rich."
"I aim to surprise, Seeker."