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First time in a long while that I've had thoughts in my head to write. So continuing on that same line this morning - that already needs reworking and I don't know why I didn't realize it before. It'll likely never turn into a real fic, so it is what it is
But alas, SMUT. (another thing I haven't written in ages, so be kind)
Blackwall and Charlotte.
Charlotte pressed her lips to Thom’s and it took everything in him not to grab her, pin her to the wall and ravage her. “You’re drunk,” he said, his voice coming out a rasp as he turned his head.
Charlotte let out a soft laugh and shook her head before leaning in to nuzzle his now-exposed throat. “I most certainly am not. I had half a glass of mead with dinner over an hour ago.”
“My lady,” his voice was tight as his hands fisted at his sides.
“You already told the owners I was your wife-”
“Maker,” Thom groaned as teeth gently nipped at his ear. “You’ll regret this,” he reached up, cupped her jaw, and rubbed his thumb along her lower lip. “You’re a little tipsy and missing your husband-”
This time Charlotte’s laugh was full of derision. “Our marriage was nothing more than a contract between him and my parents, and I was nothing more than a broodmare to him. Every night he came and mounted me found what little pleasure he could in the act and left. I think we were both grateful when my monthlies ceased and we realized I was with child.”
Thom groaned and slid his hand to the back of her neck, angling her head so he could look into her eyes. Maker, he was going to regret this. But when was the last time he’d- too long. He thought he just might spill in his trousers if she kissed him again. “What do you want out of this?” he asked, hoarsely, because Maker’s balls, he wasn’t going to be able to tell her no.
Charlotte blinked, licked her lips and his eyes darted down for a moment imagining having the right to claim her mouth with his. “I…” she let out a breath and her brows pinched together. “I want to know what it could be like. If the women in the Lady’s parlors at the galas and balls were all lying when they tittered about their lovers.”
Just for this one night, he would allow himself the indulgence. Show her how good it could be. And in the morning they would go on their merry way to Skyhold never to speak of the act again. “Are you certain?”
“I have never wanted anything more in my whole life.”
With a groan, Thom lowered his head and kissed Charlotte. Her lips parted beneath his with gentle urging and he swept his tongue inside. His fingers found one of the pins in her hair and he gently removed it, never breaking the kiss. She melted against him, kissing him back with just as much enthusiasm while her hands curled in the hem of his shirt.
Charlotte whimpered when he broke the kiss, drawing back enough to ensure he’d removed all the little pins that held her hair up into the neat braid. Now it fell in soft waves over her shoulders, and she looked up at him, eyes wide and lips pink and parted. Thom reached for the tiny pearl buttons down the front of her blouse and hesitated a moment. “Yes?” he asked and he saw something flare in her eyes.
Then she drew back, tugged free the top buttons and yanked her shirt over her head, and threw it to the floor at their feet. “Yes,” she said emphatically and reached up to cup the back of his head and tug it down to claim his mouth once more. Thom moaned, banded an arm around her waist, and lifted her off her feet as he made quick strides to the bed where he tumbled her onto it beneath him.
Her breathing was ragged and gasping as he made his way down her throat, while his hands slid over her hips, found the little buttons on her skirt, and released them. Thom reared up onto his knees and dragged the skirt down her legs, leaving her in a delicately thin chemise with the softest lace trim he’d ever felt, and a pair of pale pink silk stays that looked like they’d cost a fortune. “Maker,” he considered trying to talk her out of it again, despite his desperate desire, he worried that the cold woman he’d met that first day would reappear come morning.
“Let me see you,” she breathed, her fingers catching the hem of his shirt and pushing it up. Thom obeyed, yanking the tunic over his head. He watched her face, the way her eyes skittered over him.
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“What are you-” Thom parted her folds and licked her. “Oh!” her soft cry was music to his ears. And when he repeated the action one of her hands found its way into his hair, again and her thighs twitched on either side of his head. Again and again, he lapped at her, devoured her, and suckled her clit until her slick coated his chin. Then he slid first one finger inside, then two. “Thom, oh, oh, Thom,” she gasped, panting and writhing beneath him. Curling his fingers forward, he felt her entire body go rigid, her back arched and she cried out. Glancing up beneath hooded lids he saw her slap her free hand over her mouth to stifle the next cry as he continued to tease her clit.
A quiet sob escaped her lips when Thom finally relented and she struggled to release her grip on him. Shifting up her body he knelt between her thighs and braced one hand beside her head while the other stroked away the damp trail that ran down her temple. “Are you alright?” he asked, keeping his voice low.
“I didn’t-I didn’t know it could-” her voice hitched. Silently Thom cursed her husband and only felt a little guilty about being glad the bastard was dead. Lowering down to his elbow, he kissed her slow and soft as he let his free hand slide down her side, over her bare hip to tug her thigh around his waist. Her hands slid along his ribs and he couldn’t help but moan at the simple pleasure of her naked body against his.
Thom rocked his hips against hers, felt the hot, wet heat of her core against his length, and couldn’t help the low groan of her name. “Charlotte.”
“Yes, yes, Thom, please,” she begged softly and it nearly undid him. Cursing softly, he took himself in hand, rubbed the head of his throbbing cock against her slit, and looked into her eyes. It took all his restraint to go slow, to not slam into her with all the grace of a raging bull. “Oh, Thom,” it was a reverent whisper that tore at something in his chest as her nails bit into his back. Buried to the hilt, Thom knew it was a mistake.
It had been too long, and he was an utter bastard, unworthy of her, or this pleasure. The Inquisitor would hand him his balls if they ever found out, of that he was certain. Rocking his hips back, he withdrew almost completely then so slow, to torment himself, he pushed back in. Measured strokes, Thom focused on not spilling himself and making him no better than her husband. Fuck, he thought. “Give me your hand,” he said, grazing his fingers along her elbow. Her other hand clung tighter, her nails digging deeper into his skin.
She watched him beneath heavy lids, as he licked her fingertips. He felt her inner walls clench around him and groaned, his body reacted, thrusting harder, deeper. “Yes!” Charlotte gasped, her legs tightening around his hips. Thom sucked her middle finger into his mouth and enjoyed the way her body reacted. Her lips parted and her breathing grew more ragged.
“Touch yourself for me, love,” he said when he released her finger from his mouth. Then he guided her hand between them, “stroke your clit, and come on my cock,” her cheeks flamed red, but she shifted her hand and he felt it like a bolt of lightning through her body when she found her clit.
Thom kissed her, and slid his hand to the small of her back, tilting her hips just so. Charlotte gasped against his mouth, but she didn’t shove him away, instead, she tried to pull him closer and kissed him back harder. Self-restraint snapping, Thom pounded into her and prayed he could hold out just a few moments longer. Just another minute-
Charlotte’s hand jerked between them, he felt the ripple through her whole body as her knees pulled up tighter and her nails raked over his skin. “Gods-Fuck- Thom!” She threw her head back, and her inner walls went vice-tight around him. Not done yet, he thought, just a few more- He hooked his elbow beneath her knee. “Yes! Yes! Oh fuck!” her shout echoed in the room, off the walls, and in his head. His cock pulsed, and he pushed deeper, knowing he should pull out, and stroke himself to release on his own stomach.
But he’d tell himself that her grip was too tight, she held him too close, so instead he buried his face in her throat and let out a bellow of his own as he poured himself into her. His mind felt empty of everything besides Charlotte. The feel of her warm and soft beneath him, the way her fingertips now traced delicate shapes on his back, and how her thighs were still locked around his hips.
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▶ You're strangely charming.
#dragon age#dragon age: inquisition#daedit#daedits#blackwall#thom rainier#cadash#type: gifs#game: dragon age#ch: blackwall#oc: suri cadash#ship: blackwall x suri#mine: edits#oh i love themmmm
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the Inquisition gang takes Halamshiral || DA:I
spent many, many hours drawing each and every one of the DA:I companions and advisors and ~reimagining~ their formal wear during Wicked Eyes and Wicked Hearts. everyone is having a good time and being silly (yes, Sera is trying to put a lizard in Solas's pocket)
my favorite part of this piece is the big improvement I've made on facial anatomy and posing! I used the Magic Poser app to create 3D models for reference.
I love tipsy Solas and my Lavellan of course, but I think Josie, Cass, and Dorian are some of my favorites in this. and I was pretty proud of how Bull turned out—he was tough to draw!
#dragon age#dragon age fanart#dragon age inquisition#my art#my ocs#oc: janne lavellan#solas#cassandra pentaghast#dorian pavus#varric tethras#iron bull#vivienne de fer#sera#cullen rutherford#josephine montilyet#leliana#blackwall#thom rainier#cole dragon age#solas dragon age#dragon age inquisitor#lavellan#solavellan#cassarric#adoribull#solas x lavellan#cassandra x varric#dorian x iron bull#dai
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alternative meet-ugly with Blackwall
#this isnt cannon in my blorbo-cinematic-universe but it is SO in character for them#shaeranni carrimack#warden blackwall#thom rainier#blackwall#ocs#dragon age#dragon age inquisition#da#dai#blackwall x inquisitor
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💕💕
#lvdraws#my art#Blackwall#gordon blackwall#thom rainier#blackwall romance#blackwall x oc#farryn and blackwall#farryn lavellan
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Wallavellan brainrot has consumed me once more while thinking about Dragon Age.
Because if you really think about it, Blackwall and Lavellan really do have inverted but mirroring stories.
He so utterly despised who he became that he took the persona of a better man, moulded himself to be like who he thought the real Blackwall was. Grafted the best parts of Thom Rainier on to this construction of Warden Blackwall and chose a new identity.
Contrast to Lavellan, who was just living her life with her clan, either as a scout, tracker, and hunter (rogue/warrior) or as the clan's First and thus future Keeper (mage). She's got an entire life and it's the world she's always known and as soon as the Conclave goes BOOM, that is over with. Now she's the Herald of Andraste, an idea that can easily be abhorrent to her. She's The Inquisitor. She's every other title in the game, but she's not Lavellan anymore, not really.
So Blackwall x Lavellan builds to a climax of "Who are we?" If you grant him his life as Rainier back, you're still you. Beneath the trappings of office and politics, it's still the elf who likely cared not for shem politics. And you can either reunite with your love, or let him go free while acknowleding the lie was a bridge too far. But either way, you're you. If you're cunning enough to remand him to the Wardens' custody, however, Lavellan starts to slip away in favor of The Inquisitor. Remanding someone into the Wardens' custody is a political move. An order from a leader. His lie sits on your heart enough to want retribution, oh so fitting. It might BE fitting, it might be suitable, but it's also not Dalish. It's an acknowledgement that part of the old you has slipped away for good (and the part of you that loved him will be silenced when he has to go).
And if you force him to pretend to be Blackwall? You're forcing him to fully take on his own faked identity while you yourself have completely and willingly subsumed yourself into this new you that you didn't even want at first. The power and authority to make a man be another man. To taunt him for his crimes. To in effect enslave Blackwall/Rainier into your control. (Maybe the old ways of the Evanuris persist still, that moment you get that first taste of true power).
For my Lavellan, Thom turning himself in solidified that even through the deception, that was absolutely the man she fell in love with. And if the nobles hated how she used the Inquisition's leverage to free him? They can all sod off, they all hated her anyway because she's an elf. She's an elf who loves Thom Rainier.
#dragon age#dragon age inquisition#blackwall#lavellan#blackwall x lavellan#lavellan x blackwall#blackwall lavellan#thom rainier#thom rainier x lavellan#dragon age 3#blackwall dai#dragon age romance#dragon age ship#rainier#dragon age oc#dragon age brainrot
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Thom and Hrafn for @kojottek 🧡
I've started this thing where I practice drawing them whenever I'm having a bad day, and then they immediately make my day better. and sometimes the art even comes out alright
#dragon age#Blackwall#Thom Rainier#blackwall x lavellan#they're gonna kiss#my art#friends's OC#I care them very much your honor#also I think I found my style and this is it
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“I’m not going anywhere”
Just some cute InquisitorxBlackwall fluff because he makes me soft
#Blackwall#warden blackwall#thom rainier#inquisitor lavellan#blackwall x lavellan#dragon age#dragon age inquisition#dragon age inquisitor#da inquisition#art#digital art#fanart#game art#illustration#oc
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I started up a new play through of Dragon Age Inquisition because I’ve never finished the game and I’ve been feeling like revisiting my love for Blackwall LOLOL
I decided to draw Rosamund holding her and Blackwall’s daughter, Philippa.
In my mind, I’ve decided that Rosamund ends up conceiving Philippa during Inquisition which is the final push for him to come clean about his past. So, now Rose has to decide how to punish Blackwall while thinking about her unborn child.
Anyway, i’ve been playing with the idea of Writing an actual Fanfic about Rosamund Trevelyan and Blackwall. 🤷♀️ if I can get over my self and actually write it lol
I’m hoping to finish this tomorrow!
#my art#my artwork#dragon age oc#dragon age fandom#dragon age art#dragon age blackwall#dragon age inquisition#art wip#dragon age trevelyan#inquisitor trevelyan#female trevelyan#Trevelyan x Blackwall#DAI#dragon age spoilers#thom rainier#blackwall
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just not the fastest but not the longest job either
Oh, yes, here's another one.. a more mature Lena and Blackwall. There are a few hours left and I'm just exploding.(._.)
but I'm really crying because I'm going to another country for 10 days and I won't be able to play because I don't take my laptop... I'm going to tear up everything I can while I'm fighting myself not to catch spoilers...
#blackwall#sketch#thom rainier#dragon age#blackwall dragon age#dragon age oc#dragon age inquisition#blackwall x lavellan#inquisitor lavellan
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Before we leave... May I have this dance, lady Adaar?
#you know what i think this is going to be my canon inquisitor#as much as i loved cullen romance with my og inky#i like this inquisitor better and her relationship with blackwall is cute af#dragon age#dragon age: inquisition#da:i#inquisitor adaar#qunari#blackwall#thom rainier#blackwall x adaar#rilash adaar#dragon age oc#qunari inquisitor#my ocs#bioware
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CULLY BELOVED welcome to DADWC :3
for Cullen/Lis or Blackwall/Akasha: ❛ would things be easier if there was a right way? ❜
happy writing bb<3<3<3
Hehehehehe I love you <3 I think I'll go with Blackwall/Akasha for this one. It's been a while! @dadrunkwriting for the reblog! Rating: M
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Laying on his side, propped up on his elbow, Thom watched her sleep. She slept soundly with her legs twisted within the blankets, her naked breasts exposed to the cool night air.
If things were different, he would lean down and take one in his mouth. If things were different, he would pull the covers back and sing songs of worship into her trembling thighs. He would praise her very name as he slid inside her. He would find his salvation within her arms.
But things were not different. Things were impossible.
There would be no saving him, but he could still save her.
Thom stood quietly and began to dress. He dared not look at her now, not with his hands shaking as they were, struggling to even pull his shirt over his head.
It wasn’t right, he knew that much. None of it was. He shouldn’t have spoken to her as he had, flirted with her, allowed her in, to grow close, to think that he had even deserved so much as a second of her precious time. To think he had even deserved a moment of love, of her love.
It wasn’t right, what he was doing. This, and what he was about to do. The end result would be right, at least. This, maybe, Thom could find a bit of forgiveness in. Maybe when the noose he was destined for finally found him.
It wasn’t right, the way he wished he found it easier to leave. To walk away, to not look back, to let her go with no remorse. He wished it were so simple. He wished he could have been a different man, the right man. For her.
Would it have been easier if there were a right way?
Thom closed his eyes and sucked in a shaky breath. He held it, until his chest ached, until his lungs screamed, until his eyes began to tear–and then he let it go.
He did not look back.
#akasha#blackwall#thom rainier#dragon age#dragon age inquistion fanfic#dragon age inquisition#dadwc#dragon age drunk writing circle#writing prompt#blackwall x oc#oc
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A WIP
(That will likely stay that way for all eternity)
The initial idea of this story came to me a while back. Blackwall is sent to fetch the Inquisitor's sister and her spouse, they have an affair, the husband finds out, much drama ensues. BUT a new idea came to me while I was crocheting that involved Charlotte using her Sophisticated Lady Embroidery knowledge to tend Blackwall's wounds --- and this was born. That doesn't involve that imagery. But nonetheless.
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Thom Rainier rode behind the elaborate carriage, with a small retinue of the Lord’s soldiers accompanying them. He hadn’t been certain what to expect when he had arrived at the behest of the Inquisitor. The mansion was gaudy and pretentious, something he’d seen often in his younger days when he’d been in Celine’s army. The Lord fit the bill, barking orders, snapping fingers, and curling a lip in disgust when Thom had introduced himself.
The Lady of the house, the Inquisitor’s sister had been the surprise. She was nothing like the Inquisitor. They were friendly and always wore a smile for the public. They were kind and Thom knew how often they had gone out of their way to help someone in need. But Lady Charlotte bore none of that kindness, no hint of a smile, and though her eyes were the same pale brown as their sibling’s, there was no warmth.
He had watched her descend the stairs in an elaborate gown not fit for weeks of travel, though there were a number of chests attached to the carriage, probably filled to the brim with more of the atrocious outfits. Lady Charlotte stopped for a moment in front of one of the servants who lined the walkway to bid them farewell. The servant held an infant in her arms while a child toddled at her feet. The Lord and Lady’s children. Neither spared a glance at them before they climbed into their gilded carriage.
It made Thom’s stomach twist in knots, and a part of him cursed the Inquisitor, his friend, for asking him to do this task. Finding ‘suitable’ lodgings for the Lord and Lady would be more difficult near the middle of their journey, and a part of him hoped to be able to make them stay in a barn overnight for shelter, among the horses and pigs. It was where the likes of them belonged.
Ducking his head, he allowed himself a moment of pleasure in that image and hoped that the Inquisitor wasn’t too hurt by the realization that their sister was no better than the other nobles who had come calling since the beginning.
An arrow whistling through the air had him whipping his head around. No, he thought, horrified, as several rides came from all directions to surround their troop. Another arrow struck his shoulder, lucky, considering he watched an arrow cleave through the head of another soldier. At least the children were safe.
Mockingbird, mockingbird.
He heard a scream from inside the carriage and yanked on the reigns of his horse. He’d promised to see she arrived at Skyhold safely- pain exploded in his head and his vision went black around the edges and he felt himself falling, falling.
Thom’s head ached, pain throbbed through his shoulder and the acrid smell of burning filled his nose. He blinked, trying to clear his vision, but it all felt too bright. Then he remembered. Accompanying the Inquisitor’s sister and her husband. The riders who had attacked. Rolling over with a groan of pain, an arrow protruded from his shoulder, just below his collarbone. Fuck. The carriage was little more than a smoldering pile of ash. Fuck. His stomach twisted, and bile burned his throat. The Lord’s men lay slaughtered around him. Fuck.
A quiet sound reached his ears and he whipped his head around, nearly vomiting from the pain. But just a few short feet away sat Lady Charlotte. Her hat sat askew on her head, and her gown, once a pristine pale pink was stained with grass and dirt and blood.
“Ser Rainier, I am glad to see you live,” she slowly turned her head and he saw a tear run down her cheek.
“Are you injured?” he asked, struggling to get to his feet.
“No, but it would appear you are. We should find someone to tend to that wound.”
Thom felt woozy as he took the few short steps to where Charlotte sat. “I’ll see you back home, and send word to the Inquisitor-”
Charlotte shook her head, seeming to tear herself from the daze she’d been in. “No, no, we continue on to Skyhold.”
He frowned, “your children-”
“Are safe right where they are. I wish to speak with my sibling.” he was surprised by the force in her voice, and was very curious about this woman. “But first we must see that you are able to travel.”
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I found a folder I thought I'd deleted two years ago with thousands of screencaps of my last run of Dragon Age: Inquisition. Getting excited for Dragon Age Veilguard and remembering my worldstate. Re-introducing Inquisitor Vilkė Lavellan (and her love, Thom Rainier)
#dragon age#dragon age 3#dragon age inquisition#inquisition#inquisitor#herald of andraste#lavellan#lavellan x blackwall#blackwall x lavellan#blackwall x inquisitor#inquisitor romance#dragon age oc#dai#da inquisition#da inquisitor#da#blackwall#thom rainier#thom rainier x inquisitor#thom rainier x lavellan#veilguard
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first lines
rules: share the first line of your last ten published works or as many as you are able to and see if there are any patterns!
I got tagged by @rowanisawriter! Thank you for the tag, this is always a delight to do.
IDK if recently updated fics technically count but I'mma do it anyway bc I am lazy.
Upon reviewing them: I really love starting out with a setting detail. I'm gonna blame Inquisition for being fucking gorgeous for that one. Also I am impressed only two start out with dialogue – so often that has been my go-to way to start a scene lol. I am most impressed with the lines that put you right into the action... I should maybe work on doing that more.
Tagging, if interested: @theluckywizard | @oxygenforthewicked | @exalted-dawn-drabbles | @melisusthewee | @bluewren
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These are all Dragon Age btw, the brainrot that keeps on going since 2020
Kingdom Come; Thalia x Thom Rainier
He has imagined her return a thousand times and a thousand times more.
2. Two Songs; Truth, Sadness, Sacrifice; Cullen & Samson
“Staring at the cards all night won’t change ‘em, kid,” Samson said.
3. World-Weary Assholes; Garrett Hawke & Thalia
“Where did that damned Inquisitor go?” Hawke asked Varric.
4. The Wingman at Griffon Wing; Rylen & Thalia
The blazing sun hung low on the horizon, washing the forbidding landscape in hues of blood red.
5. The Greater Good; Cullen & Samson
Cullen stood in the Gallows courtyard, sweating into his armor.
6. Desert, Dragon, Soldier, Spy; Rylen x non-Inquisitor OC (exchange fic)
His first impression of her is a flash of white in a sea of orange.
7. But Never a Key; Cullen x Thalia, Cullen & Pravin
The Hinterlands were ablaze with autumn color.
8. An Unquenchable Flame; Cullen x Thalia, Cullen & Pravin
The wind howls through the night.
9. Things my heart used to know (things it yearns to remember); Cullen x Neria Surana Lavellan (exchange fic)
The argument in Josephine’s office was significant, from the sound of it.
10. Through a Glass, Darkly; Cullen x Thalia, Samson x Thalia
The sky hung low like a threat.
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@wardencallings While my Warden and Hawke were both in F/F relationships and led far too chaotic lives to adopt with Leliana/Isabela so were never so blessed…
Then there’s Lavellan and Blackwall. About five years post Trespasser, they have a son, followed eighteen months later by a daughter. She has her father’s dark hair and light complexion, while he could almost be a twin of his mother at that age save only having obviously rounder ears and slightly more human nose.
Interestingly, when the four took a trip to the Crossroads, the kids seemed to get a tiny but more elfy while there, but before she and Thom could talk about it, things with Solas gained a new urgency…
Do any of you headcanon that your Warden/Hawke/Inquisitor had children following the events of their games? Please tell me about them, I love next gen stuff so much!!!
#i really dislike bioware making half elf kids fully human looking#vilke lavellan#lavellan#blackwall#oc x blackwall#wallavellan#thom rainier#elf-blooded#dragon age#inquisition#dai
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