#pre inquisition

[hoiist]

Another version of me, I was in it I wave goodbye to the end of beginning

My idea of Dorian in his twenties or something

[the-ham-juice]

she wolf

finally finished this from like 5 months ago

[nocteleum]

10 minute sketch of a young Ornay, before tragedy struck their Orlesian and the mercenary group rescued them from there.

[they/them]

[tessa1972]

Schicksal 

"Wie ist Dein Name, mein Junge?" Fragte eine weiche, männliche Stimme.

Er schlug die Augen auf.

"Wo bin ich, wer seid Ihr? Bleibt mir fern!" 

Der junge Elf wich zurück. 

Dorian zeigte seine Hände, er war unbewaffnet und hatte eine kleine Platzwunde an der Stirn. 

"Ich tue Dir nichts, ich wollte mich nur bedanken. Du hast mich gerettet. Erinnerst Du Dich?"

Und plötzlich fiel dem jungen Elf ein, was geschehen war. 

Ein Angriff, der Mensch war umzingelt, aber zu zweit wurden sie schnell fertig mit den Angreifern. Doch dann wurde es dunkel um ihn.

"Der letzte Angriff hat Dich außer Gefecht gesetzt, komm', ich helfe Dir auf." Dorian kam näher und bot ihm die Hand zum Aufstehen an.

"Mein Name ist Dorian aus dem Hause Pavus. Und Du bist?"

"Harlott, Sir. Harlott Adlan." Mit diesen Worten ergriff der junge Elf die Hand des älteren Mannes. 

Die Hand war stark und angenehm warm. Mit einem Ruck standen sie sich schließlich gegenüber. 

Harlott blickte in die Augen des freundlichen Mannes. Leuchtendes grau, beinahe silberfarben, wie ein See an einem Regentag - noch nie hatte Harlott so gnädige Augen bei einem Menschen gesehen. 

(Thanks for the awesome name @charlatron 😉)

[davidorian]

Cinnamon roll & Beefy boy

Finally a son was born. 

The entire pride of the father! 

All his love and knowledge he wanted to give to the precious child. 

The mother did not care at all. 

The lack of motherly love made the boy unhappy and later he tended to cause trouble. 

Nevertheless he wanted nothing more than to make his father proud. 

And he succeeded. 

He was gifted, talented and ambitious. 

And gay.

The father's world collapsed. 

He loved his son so much that he resorted to the most terrible of measures: He wanted to change him by using magic!

The only way out for the young man was to disappear and turn his back on home and family...

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And another child was born into the big family, unfortunately one of the twins died. 

The mother was so happy about the little chubby boy. 

Despite being terminally ill, he was thriving. 

His father was sternly but proud that there was an heir again.

The young man was quiet, hardworking and loved nature and animals.

And men.

The world of his parents collapsed. 

How was an heir to be conceived now?

They sent him on journeys and hoped for a change of heart, but the boy remained gay. 

Their last resort was to threaten him! 

And from his last journey, he would not return unhurt...

[simblr-dorian-and-co]

Bann Trevelyan of Ostwick and family

[iarollane]

His First Year

A pre-Inquisition drabble I wrote instead of working on Fictober

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Solas came to consciousness slowly. The first thing he was aware of was the feeling of mud, clinging to his skin. He tried to use his magic to whisk it away, but it felt weak and far away. That's when he remembered creating the barrier, the Veil meant to hold the prison shut. It had worked.

It worked.

Feeling a burst of triumph, he opened his eyes. The chamber he was in was dark, but what he could see was vaguely familiar. Then again, most uthenera chambers looked the same. It appeared that this chamber was meant to be hidden underground. One section of the rounded wall had collapsed, spilling dirt and roots in. A few stray points of light filtered through, giving the barest illumination, and highlighting the tiny stream of water passing into the chamber.

That explained why he was covered in mud.

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Continue reading on AO3 here!

[hadiden-lavellan]

@pelle-lavellan replying to X Hadiden wanted one last kiss before leaving. His clan was leaving in an hour, maybe less. They had to go, had to follow their migration path if they hoped to find a suitable spot before winter. If they stayed too long, lingered at the Clan’s meet for too much longer, they would be in for a rough winter. And no one was going to wait on Hadiden. As much as he would give to join Pelle’s clan, to abandon all that he had, he had no hope in Pelle’s clan. It was much bigger, more people, and he was a stranger. There was no good reason for him to leave his clan for another. He wasn’t an out mage, so he was no use as a Keeper’s apprentice. And even if he was, Pelle would be his Keeper, and in his clan, people looked down on the apprentices that had relations with the Keeper.  Plus, they were both men. Hadiden wanted a single kiss before leaving Pelle, to commit something to a sober memory. This was the first time that someone was looking for more than just a night of fun, of something to just release stress. Hadiden wanted to hope that Pelle had better intentions than Nolan or Oliver, better intentions than to just play with his feelings. Pelle seemed to offer more, and it was a tragedy he had to leave the younger man.   As Pelle slipped his hand into Hadiden’s, the older Dalish’s cheeks grew a pink tint. “You say that as though I don’t remember a thing,” he said, gently squeezing Pelle’s smaller hand.  Hadiden remember everything, wasn’t incoherent the other night. No, he absolutely remembered the taste of Pelle’s lips, how soft they were. He remembered the way that Pelle’s eyes glazed over just barely as they drank, his vision probably doubling from the whiskey. But Hadiden wanted to commit the feeling, the emotion, the pureness of the kiss. He wanted something to hold onto for just a little bit longer because this couldn’t be ending. He really didn’t want to go.  But Hadiden took lead, taking Pelle’s hand and guiding him towards the woods, towards the spot that they first started the adventure with moonlight drinking.  “You act as though you don’t want more of me,” Hadiden joked, offering a playful smile through a breaking heart. He was really leaving, wasn’t he?