dorian female inquisitor 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

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)

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**

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.

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

Stella Sterling, born into wealth, had always followed the rules. Jaded by the hypocrisy of high society, she suddenly had a whim one day to have an ordinary romance. Thus, a fabricated rumor that Stella Sterling had spent a fortune to hire a Matchmaker from a dating site to find her a partner quickly spread through her circles. Those on good terms with her teased and watched the fun. Those on bad terms with her waited to see her become a joke. Later, an employee from the dating website revealed, "The company was acquired with an investment from a Vicenzan tycoon, and the profile of a certain female member with the surname Sterling was hidden overnight." The public speculated wildly about the identities of the Vicenzan tycoon and the female member with the surname Sterling. - Later on, a candid street photo that was accidentally captured went viral. In the dense night of The Spire on Vesper Island— Beside a Benz, a handsome, composed, and dignified man lifted a striking beauty in a red dress with one arm, pressing her against the car door and lowering his head for a deep kiss. In the faint light and shadow, the woman's flowing hair was swept by the wind, wrapping around the man's finger, which wore a pinky ring. Like a footnote to a romance, and even more like a vintage film frame etched into the axis of time. Someone immediately dug up the man's identity based on clues from the photo. The eldest son of Vicenza's Rhodes Family—low-profile and inscrutable, cold and untamable, and also the powerful contemporary authority of The Vesper Circle. And the alluring, glamorous belle by his side was none other than Stella Sterling. When the street photo spread to the mainland, everyone excitedly exclaimed: "The case is solved, the case is solved—"

Sophie Wexler transmigrated into a novel about The Galaxy, becoming the vicious, F-rank Healer-class cannon fodder. The original owner constantly caused trouble and made things difficult for the female lead, earning her the hatred of the entire internet. Upon transmigrating and seeing that everything had been ruined by the original owner, Sophie's only thought was: "What kind of nightmare start is this?!" To escape the original owner's fate, Sophie Wexler worked diligently, conducted herself conscientiously, stayed away from the male and female leads, compensated the soldiers harmed by the original owner, and strove to be a model citizen of The Galaxy, absolutely refusing to be the cannon fodder 'offed' by the Imperial Marshal! Broke and powerless, Sophie also had to support a man who'd been innocently dragged into the original owner's mess. She had no choice but to hustle. She started live streaming, became a masked singer, and held concerts. At first, netizens were scornful: 【Tsk, how good can she possibly sound?】 Later, the netizens were forced to eat their words. 【Damn, that's so good I'm on my knees!】 【What the hell, the violent episode of my Disorder Period has actually been soothed?!】 【The toxins in my Spiritual Sea have actually been eliminated!】 Her live streams went viral, the masked singer became a huge sensation, and tickets for her concerts were snapped up across The Galaxy. Sophie was content, thinking, "This time, I must have finally escaped the original owner's fate, right?" But what do you know, the man I've been doting on and supporting is actually the Imperial Marshal?! --- One day, Yancey Forrest came home to find that the boisterous person who was always claiming to be good to him was gone. His eyes darkened. Provoke me and then think you can leave? After catching her, Yancey traced his fingertips along Sophie's neck, smiling gently. "Why run?" Sophie trembled. "You... you're the Imperial Marshal?" His identity exposed, Yancey Forrest took her hand and slowly placed it on his own neck ring. "You know I won't kill you, don't you?"

A mission gone wrong sends military doctor Han Lei tumbling through time, straight into the arms of a fallen Prince in a war-torn era. With a bizarre excuse to keep a doctor by his side, the battle-scarred general finds himself completely undone by her soft words and gentle hands. Han Lei's wish is to earn silver and marry a strong man. The Prince’s wish is to seek development and marry a gentle wife. Two people, four desires, who will bend first? --- She's a dignified modern woman who crossed through time. How could she stand by and let these ancient fools bully her husband? He's a national hero, yet nearly got himself killed over that damn loyalty of his. She asks him: "What are you thinking?" He answers: "My heart is dead, you know what I am thinking." She curls her lips, turns to leave a sentence: "Then what are you waiting for? Go do him now!"