female inquisitor and cassandra fanfiction

If you want to read 15 Chapters ahead and more, be sure to check out my Patreon!!! Go to https://www.patreon.com/DeathGun24 English is not my first language _____________________________________ After countless playthroughs of Dragon Age: Inquisition, where he experienced every race, class, and ending, superfan Daniel Carter eagerly buy Dragon Age: Veilguard at Steam only to died on exhaustion, then to wake up in the body of the Inquisitor during the game’s opening scene, wrists bound and a blade at his throat, surrounded by Cassandra, Leliana, and hostile soldiers. Now trapped in Thedas with no respawns or reloads, he must use his encyclopedic knowledge of the game to survive and the cheat he got, deciding whether to follow the script he knows or forge his own path all while grappling with the terrifying reality that this world, its dangers, and its consequences are no longer just a game.

Synopsis from author: Our compatriot suddenly becomes his character from the game STAR WARS The Old Republic, a Sith Inquisitor, having found himself in the time of the "Clone Wars". However, the hero is not an "immoral bastard", but on the contrary, even in the game he chose the character's path through the light, trying to change the (old) Empire for the better. And the character of the hitman corresponds. However, he is still a force user of the dark side. ATTENTION!! THERE IS NO "SYSTEM" IN THIS WORK! The hero is strong, but I will "reveal" him gradually. He will not be able to do everything at once, from the first chapter, and defeat the entire Council with one little finger. It will not come into full force soon, and for this he will have to try. Original : Ситх-Инквизитор: войны клонов. By Sidion

With the Grey Knights teleporting in to purge everything in sight, Cyril makes the most suicidal gamble of his life. He picks up a dead Inquisitor’s rosette… and pretends to be him. Long Synopsis- In the grim darkness of the 41st millennium, mortals are expendable… and Cyril Francis is very hard to kill. Once a second-rate stage magician on Old Earth, he awakens in the body of a lowly hive mortician on Antioch, a world already rotting from Chaos within. His only plan is simple: survive long enough to escape. Then the governor’s daughter explodes into a Slaanesh daemon. With the Grey Knights teleporting in to purge everything in sight, Cyril makes the most suicidal gamble of his life. He picks up a dead Inquisitor’s rosette… and pretends to be him. The Emperor’s Mask System activates. As long as his act is flawless, his lies gain weight. As long as his authority sounds absolute, Space Marines will obey. As long as no one sees through him… he lives. But Antioch Hive is already crawling with cults, conspiracies, and watching eyes. The real Inquisition is coming, the rot runs deeper than one daemon, and Cyril is now standing at the center of it all. In Warhammer 40,000, bluffing a daemon is dangerous. Bluffing the Imperium is suicide. -- This is a translation, but don't worry—I'm here to test the poison and remove all the toxins I can, making this a very good story.

There had always been so many things I loved about the story of the Sith Inquisitor. The cleverness, the biting sarcasm, the triumphant story of rising from slave to Dark Councilor in a handful of years, of ritualized Sith Sorcery and, of course, of massive lightning storms. I had always imagined that, should I wake up one day in the world of Star Wars, I would be my favorite character in my favorite universe. Then I awoke, strapped to a table, a slave being tortured and twisted, body and soul, for the amusement and 'advancement' of my owner. I realized that the world I had seen had only been a fraction of it, only the parts that wouldn't fall afoul of Ratings and censorship laws. And I realized that the path to glory was not so easy as a game made it seem. Fine then. I have the advantage of foresight and a touch of Destiny. If I must become 'evil' to gain my freedom and to free the galaxy from its vicious cycle, let me be 'evil'. Or A massive Star Wars nerd ends up in the world of SWTOR pre-game as a slave and realizes that games really undersell things. **This story updates on the 20th of every month**

One unfortunate historian, after drinking with old friends, woke up in a place so strange that he could not consider himself anything other than crazy. However, subsequent events showed that he is a very talented inquisitor.

As the world of One Piece turns its eyes to Ace's execution, its inhabitants were oblivious of the incoming conflict of epic proportion, as dimensional rifts rip asunder the void between the stars, the psychic nightmares that follow were just the herald of what's to come, the Inquisition is coming for their world, stirring ancient beings with its baleful cries, pinching the planet in their grips

A man is reborn in the world of star wars as his character from swtor. (this story will not include a harem and will mainly focus on the movies and a couple of shows)

Bai Su, who transmigrated into a book set in the interstellar Beast World, has only one interest: making delicious food at the orphanage, raising children, and enjoying her hard-won new life. Future's great villains? The cubs are all super well-behaved in front of her! The Federation Leader comes to freeload a meal, and his disability is cured! The business emperor comes to freeload a meal, and his infertility is solved! The obese little female gets thinner the more she eats, gradually growing into the number one beauty of the Beast World. She also attracts the number one genius doctor of the interstellar era and the interstellar great captain. The villainous cubs, driving warships and controlling ten thousand beasts: "If you want to get close to our Mom, you'll have to withstand our cannon fire first!" The Federation Leader laughs in anger: "You dare to bomb my armory? Courting death!" The gloomy and bloodthirsty emperor: "A bunch of little trash! You think I'm afraid of you?" The doctor's face turns ashen: "Either give back my research results, or die!" The interstellar great captain dangerously shoulders a Barrett: "I see you're all dying to get locked up." Bai Su smiles and peeks her head out, holding a gleaming kitchen knife: "Time to eat! What are you all doing?" The big shots and the little villains, harmoniously putting their arms around each other's shoulders in a picture of fatherly love and filial piety: "Coming~~"

After being found and brought back by her wealthy family, Arabella Donovan has an unexpected awakening and discovers that the world she lives in is a mishmash of popular story tropes. Her eldest brother is the tragic guy in a melodramatic, angsty novel; Her second brother is the cannon fodder in an showbiz power-fantasy novel; Her third brother is the scapegoat who ends up with a criminal record in a doting teen romance; Her fourth sister is the vicious villainess in a 'real vs. fake heiress' story; And even her parents are just antagonistic background characters in some sweet, middle-aged romance. Arabella Donovan: This family is a complete collection of misfortunes. The word 'tragic' doesn't even begin to cover it. Her family, after hearing all of her inner thoughts: "..."

Modern forensic doctor Xu Jing transmigrates into an arrogant, reckless woman who just got divorced by her husband. Facing such a pitiful start, Xu Jing remains calm, understanding that life must go on. One day, The Minister of the Ministry of Justice, Xiao Yi, comes to Anping County for official business. A Government Official brings a woman in, but she remains unflustered, looking up calmly to say: "This common woman requests to prove her innocence." Xiao Yi is shocked to find that his ex-wife not only has a changed personality but also can perform autopsies and solve cases. Her medical skills are extraordinarily impressive. Xiao Yi can't stay calm and personally visits Xu Jing to request an autopsy. Xu Jing: "Sure, an autopsy costs one silver." Xiao Yi: "..."