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  1. Public Bookmark 13

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    The Frostback Mountains, 9:41 Dragon

    This Inquisitor — the Herald of Andraste Herself, if the accounts were to be believed — was a singular woman, tales of her adventures reaching far North even to Nevarra, where Emmrich called home. A mark on her left hand, bright as a star in the deep green hues of the Fade, with magic strong enough to seal the Breach and the rifts dotting the South. The Mourn Watch understood the gravity of these rifts, many of the same tears also appearing within the halls of the Grand Necropolis, disturbing the resident spirits. Even poor Manfred had turned restless!

    Thus, when a letter arrived, penned in the elegant script of the Inquisition’s ambassador, requesting for a teacher, what else was Emmrich to do but jump at the chance to examine the mark up close? To learn from her as much as she would learn from him?

    Or, what if it was Emmrich sent to become the Inquisitor's necromancy teacher?

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    15 Mar 2026

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    It was an excellent painting: the man in it heroic, his face imposing to the point of intimidation. She opened her mouth to say that it looked nothing at all like Cullen but stopped and realized that it did look like Cullen the way most people saw him--the way she had seen him when they first met under a sky tattered and full of demons: a soldier, a leader, a man devoted to a cause, a man incapable of smiling probably.

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    23 Feb 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 32

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    For an openly practicing necromancer, Professor Volkarin was a man whose existence seemed devoted to making you forget what blood magic he used on corpses.

    Isolde trailed him silently, watching him with as much attention as she gave to scanning the woods for dangers. When Rook had ordered Isolde onto this mission, Isolde hadn’t needed their purposeful, pointed look to know that her assignment wasn’t simply to guide and guard Professor Volkarin through the Arlathan wilderness. The malfunctioning artifact summoning demons too close to Strife’s camp, less than a week after Professor Volkarin had joined their party, was as much an opportunity as it was an obligation. Rook was shrewd; they always had more than one reason for doing anything they did.

    Watch him.

    A dangerous man, witnessed only by a lowly guard, might well give himself away.

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    A Veil Jumper guard, scarred by a hard life, develops an unexpected relationship with Emmrich during the events of Veilguard. Features mutual pining, slow burn, and a whole lot of touch starvation.

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    07 Feb 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 8

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    Carmina Thedosa: carmina profana in cursu ludenda dum mundus duos amantes observat.

    (Songs of Thedas: profane songs to be played in the background while the world watches two lovers.)

    Don't ... look at my Latin too closely. In essence this is a wedding fic. Also I can't guarantee I'm sober while I write this.

    Twenty-five parts. Chapters with smut will be labeled with an asterisk (*), but safe to assume this is NSFW for language or canon-typical violence at all times.

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    01 Oct 2025

  5. Public Bookmark 10

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    She shifted him on her shoulder again, earning a small whimper that she might have missed if her hearing wasn't so acute. She certainly didn't miss the movement of him squirming against her. Or the prod of something poking into the front of her shoulder. With a growl, she clamped her hand on his hip more tightly; she had no time to pick him back up if he squirmed himself onto the ground.

    The force of her grip pressed him more firmly against her, and at the low, choked moan he desperately tried to stifle, she realized what that hard press was.

    Oh.

    Well.

    That was certainly something. But she couldn't think of that right now. They were still being shot at.

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    Emmrich gets turned on by a hot Qunari Rook and they fuck about it

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    20 Sep 2025