#Thread: Kios Surana

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@firstknight

It seemed so strange... a title. She supposed Champion was not a title truly, but it made her feel like one of the hero’s out of the books in the Circle. She gripped the small brooch of Redcliffe Heraldry that she’d been gifted before she finally tucked it safely into a pouch at her side.

(she didn’t understand how everyone was celebrating, she felt exhausted.)

“I think you once promised me to dance the remigold, Alistair—” she teased as she was finally served a cup of ale, pitcher left for her to pour from as she pleases. She’s.... well she’s never actually had a real drink. There was an attempt made by some templars she recalls to brew spirits as they felt the price for an ale at the Spoiled Princess too high, but that was quickly squashed by the Knight-Commander.

“Do you know how to dance?” She ventured, taking a small sniff of the sweet ale in her cup before taking a cautious sip.

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@firstknight

Kios Surana never once imagined she would see Flemeth again... granted it was and was not the Flemeth that she knew. As the Witch of the Wilds was wont to do, she came with terrible news.

(your dearest companion is trapped on the other side of the veil.)

The mage did not care for the cost, or what game Flemeth was playing, Surana accepted the offered helping hand barely wary of the insistence that there was no price to repay. This was Alistair, almost no price would be too high for Kios, and she knew that was wrong. The Witch sent her to an Eluvian of all things, with specific instruction of how exactly to access the mirrors she’d only ever seen Morrigan use. Kios understood the allure of blood magic, as with such a small amount the centuries untouched mirror sprung to life with the only lingering price being a stinging palm and blood sticky on her skin. 

Passing through felt a little like changing altitudes, her eardrums protesting and popping. Passing through green light and smoke of the fade hung in her lungs as her eyes adjusted to the shifting landscape, and all at once she was a terrified child at her Harrowing again. Life or death, and prey for demons. If she failed she’d die.

If she failed Alistair would die. It was a vision she was far too familiar with from her youth, but now was a much closer to reality that held her in a vice grip.

She was mostly on her own now save for the spirit known and Clarity who was at her side as they had been for years now, made reality by the fade. “Okay, let’s go find him,” Kios insists, hesitating a moment before Clarity whizzed ahead to take lead, waiting briefly for Kios to reign in her fear. It feels childish, and wrong, but she turns her gaze upon the Black City that hangs, just out of reach, and prays for the first time in years.

“Maker, my enemies are abundant. Many are those who rise up against me. But my faith sustains me; I shall not fear the legion, Should they set themselves against me.”

She is not sure that she believes anymore, but the words do at least help her overcome her frozen fear and walk.

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MA THERE'S A WEIRD FUCKIN CAT OUTSIDE