3 Works in City Elf | Elves/Cullen Rutherford
06 Feb 2018
"Some call the Circle a prison - that can only breed resentment. Perhaps opportunities to work outside the Circle? A mixed military service, or healers' clinics with templar support." - Cullen
This fic is his idea brought to life. Skyhold is crammed with refugees, pilgrims, an army, and a sunny Inquisitor who flings herself at Venatori and dragons with her reckless companions at her side. There is no way the Inquisition can mend itself and defeat Corypheus without a resident spirit healer.
Cullen just wishes that she were grandmotherly and doting. Not ridiculously young, mouthy, and unrepentant whenever he catches her stealing military scarves to use as bandages. And she'd better stop saying "Maker's gilded spank paddle!" or he'll shut her mouth for her.
(A big thank-you to my fanfiction writing group! You're all amazing and I'm so thankful for your help!)
26 Jan 2018
Meryell was a sellsword in the Fangs of Vimmark before the Conclave, hired as the best of the company to find her way in, get the job done, and get out to get the rest of her gold without getting caught. Now she's the supposed Herald for a religion she doesn't even believe in with magic tearing her palm open and no one that she trusts at her back. So she does the only things she knows how to do - fight and cuss - and leaves everything else to fall where it may.
Currently on unknown posting schedule.
- Part 1 of The Inquisition's Mercenaries
Fragments and snapshots of happenings during the story of Meryell, told from the perspective of everyone but her and Cullen.
- Part 2 of The Inquisition's Mercenaries