solas and 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.

A Bastard… Two Bastard… Three Bastard? Tolfdir Solas, a bastard with a name. 7 Kingdoms… One King… Truly? What must one do to realize their dreams. I don’t own anything except my OC’s, and I probably don’t even own them! If you have any serious questions about what I do and don’t own, Ask.

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

She crashed her cheating fiancé's wedding in mourning attire and walked out with a marriage certificate from the most dangerous man in the city. Sparkle Gold thought she had it all: a booming agency, a loving fiancé, and a rising-star cousin she raised with her own hands. Then she woke up in a car speeding toward the ocean and overheard the two people she trusted most plotting her death. She survived. She kept the evidence. And she showed up at their wedding to reveal the truth! What she didn't expect? The owner of the Sanctus—cold, ruthless billionaire Evan Saint—dragging her straight to the marriage bureau. "You wrecked my banquet hall. Consider this your payment plan." Now publicly married to a man she once chased ten years ago, Sparkle has a new mission: destroy the people who stole her company, reclaim her place in the entertainment industry, and win Best Actress. --- He married her for leverage. She stayed for revenge. Neither expected to fall.

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—"