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Anyway so Bellara finds this strange ring artifact when she's out in Arlathan and she's been burning with curiosity to find out what it does. But there's just one leeeetle problem. Despite the magic clearly being in good working order, the size of the ring and the runes on it make it, uh, pretty clear that it's meant for a bit of anatomy she doesn't have.

God only knows how Bellara manages to get Emmrich to hear her out on her Deeply Professional And Scientific Inquiry, but incredibly, no obstacles can survive Bellara's sheer enthusiasm. Not when, truth be told, Emmrich's own curiosity is piqued.

There's a pause while Emmrich looks down at it.

"Bit small," he observes.

Bellara flushes scarlet and decides pretending she's not blushing is the only possible course of action.

"Elven artifact, made for elves, you know how it is," Bellara says breezily, and about twice as fast as a normal person.

Emmrich blinks. Considers. "Would you rather get Davrin to—"

"NO," Bellara says reflexively, and about twice as loud as a normal person, being normal is going so well. "No, I'm sure it's fine, I definitely saw a re-sizing rune on it, I'm sure it'd work if you put it on when you're not fully— um."

In the spirit of intellectual curiosity paired with the flimsiest, most dubious fig leaf's worth of privacy in history, the ultimate arrangement is for Bellara to be in the room as the test is conducted, but without any visual contact.

Emmrich slides the ring on when he's not-fully-um, and alright, maybe. MAYBE. Bellara pays a bit more attention to his tiny, tight exhale in a way that goes a beyond rabid curiosity for what the artifact does.

"Unsurprisingly, the ring is designed for sexual gratification," Emmrich tells her.

"How do you know?" Bellara presses him.

There's a slight pause.

"It's a rather pleasant sensation already," Emmrich informs her.

By the time that she extracts from him that it produces a feeling of warmth and amplifies pleasure, even without any stimulus, Bellara sneaks a forbidden look at his face— to check in that he's still game to experiment, of course. His cheeks are attractively flushed, his lips parted. Bellara looks away, squeezing her thighs together, and convinces him he should totally see how it feels with, ahem, stimulus. For science.

Emmrich, judgement compromised by being extremely turned on by the artifact and also with a desperate desire to pleasure Bellara, I mean please Bellara, lets himself be coaxed.

Bellara definitely pays more attention than she should to the sound of his bangles moving, the way he shifts in place, the way she can hear him spread his legs... from the very quiet, reserved little sounds he makes, he's biting his lip. Hard.

"Not the intended purpose, I think," he tells Bellara after only a few moments, and Bellara fixates on the breathlessness of his voice. "Strangely, the ring re-sized, but it seems to have sized for a very specific location. It's... actively impeding this sort of thing."

"Where?" Bellara asks, puzzled.

Another pause that's perhaps slightly longer than it should be.

"A bit less than an inch below the glans," Emmrich says, in a voice that doesn't quite manage to be clinical but which makes Bellara have a number of very rapid realizations about the kinds of words she'd really like to hear him say, and nope she is not saying anything about that those are inside thoughts.

Perhaps Bellara is a lot a bit more affected by the proceedings than she'd readily admit, because somehow, a couple minutes of no-I-couldn't-possibly-ask-it-of-you arguing from both of them later, Bellara has stripped her pants and is carefully lowering herself onto Emmrich, biting her lip.

They both cry out once she's fully seated, discovering two things simultaneously:

"Feels like... the moment just before completion," Emmrich says raggedly, his breath shallow and fast. His hips grind up against Bellara involuntarily, and he moans, dropping his head against her collarbone.

"The placement of the ring isn't random," Bellara says. "It's vibrating, and it—fffffuck."

Her experimental raising of her hips and lowering herself back down leads to the discovery that yes, the ring only vibrates when it's pressed up against a part of Bellara that makes her see stars.

That's about when scientific discovery flies out the window. Emmrich's hands come to rest on Bellara's generous hips, and he starts thrusting in a way that makes her gasp, eyes fluttering shut. She rolls her hips to meet him, whining with pleasure. If the way Emmrich moves wasn't already hot enough to make her combust, the way he moans certainly would be.

One little flaw in their complete lack of thinking: if the artifact leaves Emmrich feeling on the edge of orgasm with every stroke, then how would he know when...?

Emmrich pulls Bellara flush against him, fingers white, and comes hard. The artifact, buried deep inside her, intensifies its vibration, deep and rumbling. Bellara's legs lock around him, unable to breathe for how it feels. She follows him over the edge in moments.

We may know that Emmrich is a sweetheart, but this is a man who performs taboo blood magic openly and without reservations. In-universe, there is real cause for concern. Seen in that light, his behavior can equally be interpreted as deliberately trying to lower people’s guard.

Note that Emmrich asks if the noise of him talking to himself was bothering her. Many people have gotten pissed at him for talking so much. He not only assumes that many people tune him out, he’d also taken her lack of engagement to mean she was even less interested than average. The fact that she’d not only been listening, but wanted to hear more? Shocked and delighted.

Mithen – mi, blade, then, awake/alert. A guard/sentinel.

Emmrich would know a thing or two about having future children’s names close to the heart. He’s immediately endeared to Isolde’s father.

Isolde is 174cm (5’7”)—this is about human equivalent of a 183cm (6’0”) woman. It’s pretty funny, that means that Veilguard has two Amazons on the team, Bellara is equally tall. Rook is an Elven-normal 158cm (5’2”) or so.

Unfun fact: the silver merchant of Seleny chased her through the night on horseback, tracking her with dogs. She was nineteen.

Isolde’s assessment of Emmrich always having been rich is obviously incorrect, but in her defense: he literally decided to change his accent, deliberately, to make it seem like that was true. Isolde’s life hasn’t required distinguishing between old rich and nouveau riche, it’s not really relevant to how they interact with her.

I had to re-write the combat scene three times to make Isolde LESS good at fighting XD I’m too used to writing smart, capable characters who need to not get knocked down too badly in any given fight for plot reasons! Initial readers read her as being really good at combat. She’s actually just supposed to be mediocre—she has three years’ of limited training and combat experience, and her assessment of herself as nothing special is supposed to be realistic, not unreliable narration (which, understandable mistake, she’s got a lot of ways of underestimating herself.)

I purposefully keep away from talking about the ethics of Emmrich’s necromancy and treatment of the dead in this fic (despite having So Very Many Things To Say) but the subtext is alive and well: note that Emmrich’s spell to raise the dead was not targeted. He sent out a WAVE in every direction to raise whatever it found. If there had been dead Elves under the surface? They would have been raised too. They would have thrown themselves in front of that spell and disintegrated just as the halla did.

Part of how I’m writing Emmrich is that functionally, he’s really not a combat mage. Why on earth would he be? He’s a professor first, a researcher second, and a brawler approximately never. The game is structured to make him into one, because functionally they didn’t bother to make missions where things other than combat make a difference (like research, RP, different characters being needed to solve puzzles, or characters’ pre-existing social connections.) In an actual world saving mission? You need more than good foot soldiers to get the job done.

Hello, it's me again, the person collecting OCs for their hockey AU.

I've reworked both the hockey player submission form and I've created one that will allow you to submit a non-player character. If you've submitted a character using either form previously, there's no need to resubmit! However, I continue to collect characters, so if you haven't submitted yet, I'd love to have your OC.

What is this?

When I was writing my @thedragonagebigbang fic, the lonely end of the rink, I needed to fill out the roster of my primary team (the Antiva City Crows) with players and didn't have enough suitable Crows to fill out the rosters of both the Antivan hockey teams. And so, I turned to my fellow DABB participants, and created this form that allowed them to convert their Dragon Age OCs into players in my universe.

Well, now I'm working on the sequel, as well as a set of a world-building/reference documents with all the players who populate this crazy world I've dreamed up ... and I need more OCs. There are sixteen teams in this world, which means in theory I need, uh, 368 characters to fill every team's roster. Not to mention the owners and staff for all the teams.

Submit a player character

Submit a non-player character

You don't need to know anything about hockey to complete the form(s); both will walk you through assigning your character to a role and fleshing out the necessary details. (If you have any problems with either form, please let me know.)

Linage tarot cards assets from Dragon Age: The Veilguard

Top Row: Dwarven

Second Row: Elvhen

Third Row: Qunari