Inana Lavellan can't see most things - not in the waking world, anyway. The Fade is another matter, shining like a beacon just beyond the Veil. Imagine her surprise when a "spirit" she has known in the Fade since childhood appears in the waking world as a man calling himself Solas.

AU DAI. It is 9:38, and the armies of Inquisitor Hawke-Lethandralis have defeated the Wardens of Adamant. Along with his husband, Fenris, Lambert intends to take on Castellum Tenebris and end slavery in Tevinter. They are helped by Anders, leader of the Free Mages, and Knight Vigilant Rylock. But the other Magisters Sidereal, Fen'Harel and the Qunari are waiting to strike.

Short Stories FYI in this Fiction Quinari, Elves, Dwarves and Humans go through similar bodily processes.

A woman from a faraway land full of gods and monsters joins the Inquisition, hoping to start over as a simple healer. Life has other plans and she very quickly finds herself unhappily teaching the circle mages while under the watchful eye of Commander Cullen. Will she be able to reign in her outlandish ways or will Cullen be pulled into the battles of her people?

In Dragon 9:27, Anders escaped the Circle and fell in love with apostate Caitlyn Hawke. He was recaptured, but not before leaving her with a permanent "memento," a child whose existence motivates them to do whatever it takes for mage rights. But as Caitlyn and Anders walk a path to the High Seat of Kirkwall and then war, they must take care not to lose themselves. DA2 & M-T War AU.

The Breach is closed, the Inquisition is disbanded and the rumors of Hero of Ferelden's return is spreading. Can Vethari Tabris navigate through the trauma of her past and reignite her relationship with Zevran? Or will the sour notes of the Calling threaten to consume her as a new danger lingers and threatens to rip the very fabric of reality into pieces.

What can eight Grey Wardens, most of whom are new recruits, do against a Blight? Save the world if they have to, or go down trying. During such times they must name a new King, or two, and stop a civil war from tearing Ferelden apart. Easy, right? If you're in the habit of creating miracles. Which they must do now, before Ferelden falls to the darkness.

Contents of this fic: 1 Zevran: smooth as all-get-out, miserable, and totally unused to kindness. 1 Rhodri: appallingly awkward, embarrassingly kind, laughs at own jokes. Mix the two gently and carefully until combined, and point and laugh/despair (delete as applicable) at their boundless foolishness for added flavour.

[Currently remastering] Hawke's as much a mage as Fenris is an elf: it's complicated. Another thing they have in common is they have broken hearts. Lastly, they both share the opinion that the other is kind of annoying (this a widely held opinion). A story about coming together by being apart, about memory and meaning, and about when to shut up.

Marcus Venier is a young student from Canada, who jumps off a waterfall and falls into another world entirely. Markus Venier is a young Templar from the Dales, who fails to prevent the death of the Most Holy. I am the man born of their convergence. I am the Inquisitor. And this tale is mine to tell.

Azoth Surana grew up in the Denerim Alienage and he never imagined leaving it nor the people there. However, fate would force his hand first with a quest of vengeance, and then one to save the world. A world he's not entirely certain is worth saving.

Ennaly Lavellan never thought much about the other Elven mage in her party. Yet he is the one that can help her understand this mark on her hand. At his wicked words, her viewpoint changes. As a spark of interest starts to grow in her, he seems to disregard her again. Wasn't he here to help her understand everything more instead of less? If only Solas was more in tune with her.

Akasha is sixteen years old when she dies unexpectedly. What happens next is some things good, most things terrible, but she's alive. She's alive, and she knows where she is, and she knows that her sister is out there somewhere, waiting for her. So she plots, and she steals, she scrapes by, takes what she can get, and she waits. She will find Amaryllis. She knows it.

Amaryllis is nine years old when she dies, or at least, she thinks she has. Until the next moment, when she opens her eyes and realizes she's lying on the forest floor, naked. Not knowing what to do or where she is, she walks, hoping to find someone who can help her, when she stumbles upon these people with big, strange colored eyes, and ears like she has never seen before.

Lavellan wasn't the type to idly accept her fate. If she were, Solas wouldn't have fallen in love with her. He should have known better. He abandoned her and said goodbye. Yet he selfishly lingers in the shadows of her dreams. In her frustration, Lavellan resorts to dirtier tactics to draw him from hiding. Rated M for sexual content. Spoilers; Post Trespasser.

The Couslands revere duty. After leaving her home, Ariadne Cousland is forced to join the legendary Grey Wardens. Her new duty is to defend Ferelden from the Blight, but her thoughts lie elsewhere, consumed by hatred, not furious like fire but cold like winter. On a journey that will determine the fate of Thedas, Aria will have to balance duty and her quest for vengeance...

Solea Hawke has been hiding all her life but now she's the center of attention and she must hide not only the truth about her parents but her abilities as a mage if she has any hope of being accepted by the people who are determined that she is the one that must save them all.

What if a group of people found themselves on Thedas, but they knew little or nothing about it. How would they adapt? Would they? What if they were able to defend themselves with modern weapons, but nothing else? Would they be able to make things better or worse? Rough language, some adult situations.

This is my idea if our Inquisitor was part of the old Elvhen Empire, and like Solas, Mythal and the Fake Gods, survived Fen'Harel's Veil. Ih'tal is Mythal's sister who has been in deep sleep for centuries after Fen'Harel destroyed the world with The Veil and separating the Fade.

I am adopting this story and continuing where my brother left off when he died of covid last year. Please forgive any lack in quality, this is my first attempt at writing. Reviews are appreciated, I want to know what everytone think and what I could stand to improve on. Edit; I fixed the spelling and grammar errors in the newest chapter

A novelized version of DA:I centering around the love story of Meira Neria Lavellan, formerly of Kinloch Hold, and Cullen Stanton Rutherford, Commander of the Inquisition's Forces. In a world determined to keep them broken and apart, they fight to be together. Cameos, blushes, stammering and fluff abound. *Updates Weekly*

Fenris's life upends itself when he finds a wounded fugitive in an alley, after slavers attack him on the way home from the Hanged Man. With no money, no knowledge of Common and the barest understanding of Tevene, it becomes clear the only one in Kirkwall that could help her is him. A tale of love, betrayal and vengeance with court intrigue and magic. Story updated every month.

A mystery summons the Inquisitor to Suledin Keep, but disaster strikes, leaving Solas and Ellana separated from the the group. As they search for a way back, they find the greatest threat isn't enemy or injury, but something stranger. Things grow complicated as they close in on the source of their compulsion, and struggle to keep clear heads long enough to escape.

The marriage between Queen Anora Theirin and Prince-Consort Aedan Cousland was of a political nature rather than romantic. Now they must learn to live together and discover for themselves what their new relationship means. (Male Cousland x Anora).

After being captured by the Inquisition, the Venatori mage Cassius Terro was given a simple sentence: Return home. An upstart Praeteri adopted into a fading Altus family, Cassius had already risen high for his low birth. But with the Imperium divided into factions after the rise of the Elder One, he finds tangled in a precarious web - bound by his loyalties, duties and promises.