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Kost Saarebas

Apostate Kossith...oh joy...

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a character in “Dragon Age: The Plight of Kirkwall”, as played by Vestiline

Description

❝Kost❞


❝Not bound to the Qun nor to the Tal'vashoth..just here...❞


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❝The Basic Facts❞



| Name |
Saarebas

| Nickname |
He calls himself 'Kost'

| Gender |
Male

| Age |
29

| Sexuality |
Unsure, bi-courious

| Race |
Kossith (but not a follower of the qun)


| Eye Color |
Gold

| Hair Color |
White

| Height |
6'6"

| Weight |
350lb

| Skin Tone |
Sliverish-gray

| Distinct Markings |
He has scars around his lips from having his lips sewn together along with large scars across his back. His left horn is chipped and the right horn is missing a chip.

| Physical Description |
Kost isn't as robust as other Kossith, being on the leaner side of things, but still is more robust than most human males. He looks disheveled most of the time due to fighting off qun aligned kossith and mistrustful templars alive. His nails are long as per the kossith norm and is often wearing his old mage outfit even though it's long be heavly damaged. When he's lost control due to an extreme emotional state, his skin develops glowing cracks of bearly held back magic.


| Habits |
-Either an itch or just a tick, Kost often rubs his horns against something, may it be a wall or a tree if he doesn't have anything to do.
-He keeps a record of the habits of humans and city elves since he first met them and is often seen writing in a small journal.
-He still speaks in the qunari language some, but has learned english...some english

| Likes |
-Freedom of choise
-Cool nights
-Storms
-Not having to be bound by the qun
-learning to hone his magic

| Dislikes |
-The Qun
-Templars
-Small spaces
-His 'nightmare'

| Strengths |
-He's very good with electrical and fire magic
-Stronger than most humans
-Able to craft healing salves from various plants

| Weaknesses |

-Ice magic is a major weakness to him and will often try to defend himself if attacked with such
-Due to the abuse he suffered while he was still part of the qun, he is rather slow from unhealed injuries
-There is still a bit of a language barrier between him and other people and takes him a while to figure out most of what people are saying due to the little english he knows.
-due once being a qunari, his magic is fairly unfocused and often causes damage to he area and anyone in that area, but is learning to hone it with what little books from the local circle he can get his hands on.

| Weapon(s) |
His staff and a small dagger in case he needs to go into close combat.

| Potential Interest |
No one as of yet

| Family |
Father: Unknown
Mother: Unknown
Siblings: Unknown


| Personality |
As large as Kost is, he really is calm and curious about humans, but very wary of them because of the templars. He is also wary of elves, but mostly due to not knowing if they are as hostile as humans. Still, he's always willing to give the benefit of the doubt to anyone who doesn't show him any hostility since he usually doesn't show any in the first place. When angered or in battle, he can be a walking firestorm, snapping lighting bolts on anyone in his way, when annoyed small sparks or lighting and puffs of fire off his body and from his mouth respectively. But there are also times where he can't control himself, something from the fade that he knows is stuck with him...something that he calls "the Nighmare"

| History |
Like almost all Kossith, Kost was born in the Qun, not knowing his parents or sibling. He had a general education and was raised by Tamassrans until he was around 12. When he was getting assigned his job, he identically breathed some flames showing that he had some magical talent. He was imminently labeled as Saarebas and had his mouth sewn shut. He was assigned an arvaarad and suffered abuse by him for years since. Over time, he notice something had followed him from somewhere and taken refuge in his body, it wasn't a demon though being all that he knew. It wasn't uncommon for him to sneak away from his Arvaarad to the local circle to collect books and hide them near the edge of town for later reading, but never got the chance to get a hold of them, some of them being burned when they where found. It wasn't until the Siege of Kirkwall where he found out the true nature of the spirit that had taken refuge in him. His Arvaarad was killed in battle some time during the battle, but when all the other mages struggled to find a new Arvaard, Kost blacked out. He came too, finding his keeper's squad and the rest of the mages dead and a new band of qunari after him. With a choice of whether to die or run, he forgone his qunari upbringing. Making a run for it and gathering what ever books and valuables he could, he made a run for the wounded coast.

He is now branded as a traitor by the qunari, a Tal'vashoth even though he doesn't follow them in the least either. He now calls himself a 'Kossith', a term that he had heard the Tamassrans use back when he was a child. With what few books he was able to obtain along the way, he tried to camp with the other survivors. However, the survivors only saw him as one of the hated qunari and drove him away. Now living within the hills of the wounded coast, he still lives close to the survivors and tries to do various kindnesses by them (leaving firewood, extra food he had obtained and so on), but never gets too close anymore. With the language barrier between him and the survivors, he tries to learn the language from what he can pick up from a distance and hone his magic as well. Even if he is branded a spy by the survivors, he still seeks to at least lessen hostilities between them.

as of recently, his 'spirit' has resurfaced and has become more than a nucance, asking him to do horrible things to those who have been hostile to him while also feeding him mana. He is not sure whether to get rid of the being or to keep it around, but keeps this fact to himself for the time being.



❝Monster - Skillet❞

| Monster - Skillet |

| Lyrics |
The secret side of me, I never let you see
I keep it caged but I can't control it
So stay away from me, the beast is ugly
I feel the rage and I just can't hold it

It's scratching on the walls, in the closet, in the halls
It comes awake and I can't control it
Hiding under the bed, in my body, in my head
Why won't somebody come and save me from this, make it end?

I feel it deep within, it's just beneath the skin
I must confess that I feel like a monster
I hate what I've become, the nightmare's just begun
I must confess that I feel like a monster

I, I feel like a monster
I, I feel like a monster

My secret side I keep hid under lock and key
I keep it caged but I can't control it
'Cause if I let him out he'll tear me up, break me down
Why won't somebody come and save me from this, make it end?

I feel it deep within, it's just beneath the skin
I must confess that I feel like a monster
I hate what I've become, the nightmare's just begun
I must confess that I feel like a monster

I feel it deep within, it's just beneath the skin
I must confess that I feel like a monster
I, I feel like a monster
I, I feel like a monster

It's hiding in the dark, it's teeth are razor sharp
There's no escape for me, it wants my soul, it wants my heart
No one can hear me scream, maybe it's just a dream
Maybe it's inside of me, stop this monster

I feel it deep within, it's just beneath the skin
I must confess that I feel like a monster
I hate what I've become, the nightmare's just begun
I must confess that I feel like a monster

I feel it deep within, it's just beneath the skin
I must confess that I feel like a monster
I've gotta lose control, he something radical
I must confess that I feel like a monster

I, I feel like a monster
I, I feel like a monster
I, I feel like a monster]


So begins...

Kost Saarebas's Story

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Three years. Threee years with out an Arvaarad to hold him back, A qunari among surviving humans and elves from the seiged city of kirkwall was a strange sight indeed. The robed kossith sat on a large boulder, stairing out at the ocean as he figeted around with his fingers. In three years, so much has happened and it was much to wrap his head around. Escaping his Arvaarad and the Qun, killing off his squad, escaping kirkwall and now settling with the survivors in the wounded coast. It had since slowed into a rather calm, but tense time for him.

He looked at the humans and elves across the way, watching them fish or talk amongst themselves. He rememebered the last time he tried to. They nearly attacked him on sight, calling him qunari scum and throwing rocks at him until he backed off. Some children would come by every now and again, but never stayed to talk much. They were always called by their mothers to stay away from him. He sighed, continuing to look out to the ocean. He knew that there as something else out there and he could possibly steal a ship to get there, however he felt the need to stay here and help these people.

"I'm only trying to help." he muttered to himself. He stood from his seat and grabbed his staff and started walked up the beach. Looking in the direction of kirkwall, he started to wonder what happened to those who never made it out. He shook his head, knowing full well what happens to those caught in the war and surviving. Death or submission. He had a particular pity for the city;s mages that didn't make it out, only to be seen as something to be held back. "if only that was the case."

((FYI: anything in italic is him talking in qun since he doesn't know that much english yet.))

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Kost

The wounded coast was known for it's winding roads and bandit from time to time. To the freed Kossith Mage, it was also a bit of an escape to his own thoughts. Walking gave him the chance to think, using his staff as a walking stick, it was rather relaxing. Even after being chased out of the survivor camp time and time again. However, there was another reason for walking these roads. There was one cove in the roads that he had made his own little camp ground.

He arrived at a small clearing in the hills, looking more like a hut covered in old cloth and washed up ship wood to look like a startings of a hut. A small fire pit in the middle, bundles of herbs everywhere and boxes, some cracked open and burned while others kept in tact and used as tables and stands. The fire had long gone out in the night, most of the wood burned from the nights or some he had dropped off at the survivor's camp as a kind gesture (not like they would take it as such mind you), Only a small pile left, not enough to even cook food at this point in time. Kost sighed, looking back out at the ocean from his little hut. "Wonder if anyone knows what's going on in the city. But I have to make sure no one finds this place." He said to himself as she started to walk back down. He turned around once he was far enough away from the hut, and started drawing in the sand with the tip of his staff. Soon the ground was crackling with lightning and smoldering. This had become a daily routine since the survivor camp learn of his existence. Most were too afraid to get anywhere near him while others made an effort to give him a hard time and try and find where he was residing. Sure, they hadn't found it yet, but it was never a mistake to make sure what you have is safe.

Many trees on the wounded coast littered the sand dunes and such, but he made his way down to the water again, picking up various sticks and rocks and stuffing them many a pocket he had sewn into what remained of his cloak. Human and elven clothing didn't fit him too well, however the cloth was better suited to his other needs like sacks, bags and even the 'bed' that he slept on at night. He noted some of the survivors fishing, some he had seen before and others he hadn't. Still, he sifted through the sand and bushes for anything he could take back to his camp. Only looking up every now and again to check if anyone came with hostility.

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Kost

It was usually an uneventful thing in gathering. Most of the time, he was avoided or things where thrown at him from the survivors down the shore. It was the way things were since the seige. He was just glad to alive and not living under the abuse of the qun. It was the same thing, day after day, almost always uninterupted. Only him and his thoughts.

He had set most of his things in a water logged box, away from the water and the wood under his arm. His eyes peered up a bit as looked for anyone who would give him any trouble so he could move up the beach some. It wasn't a time for gathering food, not yet anyway, He could still see people on the rocks fishing and wading through the water some. He had gotten what he had needed and he didn't want to overstay his welcome should the people notice his presence. Limping toward his box, he hovered over it some and dropped the sticks and driftwood in before lifting it. Another long trek back to his onclave, no one to really see him go.

On the way up though, he spotted something. It made him stop in his tracks. People. Humans. Or at least from he can see. They were walking down the path he was going up. And from the looks of it, passing the path up the hill he always went to go back to his own camp site. As they got closer, he could see that one was a mage and the other three were in armor. Whether they were templars or not, wasn't certain. He shivered a bit. They didn't look like they were from the survivor camp, but the men looked like they were hurt somewhat from what he could see. "Lost?" He said, knowing some of the language of the humans and elves. He wasn't trying to be hostile, but he stood his ground, carrying his box and staff strapped to his back. He didn't want to seem like a threat, but being a "Qunari" who wasn't one was something that might be hard to explain.

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Antius spotted a figure in the distance. Smiling slightly, he gestured for the others to follow as he approached him. From staff on his back, it appeared to be a Mage. He smiled slightly. This would be easier than he thought. A mage would welcome one from the Tevinter Imperium.

"Greetings. My companions and I have been wandering the coast and...." he began before he stopped at the apperance of the mage before him. It was a Qunari, but it wasn't an ordinary Qunari. It was a Saarebas, but it wasn't an ordinary Saarebas. He did not wear chains or a mask. He stood upright, like a free creature. His men moved to draw their swords despite this.

"Qunari!" one cried, but Antius held up his hand.

"Or Tal-Vasoth. Tell me, Saarebas, where is your Arvaarad? Is he dead? He probably is. The Qun would compel him to hunt you down or be executed," he stated with an ironic smirk on his face. He tapped his staff. This was interesting.

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Kost

Just as the guards were about to pull their swords, the mage who seemed to be leading him stopped them from attacking him. He still took a step back. He was wary of those in armor, especially templars who saw him as more of a threat than the qunari in the city. The question surprised Kost, most just saw him as nothing more than one of the qunari in the city even if they had seen him every day. But the question was valid nonetheless.

"y-yes Arvaarad is...dead." He said, hiking the box up some from the weight. "Dead in war." Clarifieing his earlier statement. He looked in the direction of the the survivor camp and looked back at them. He was far taller than the leading mage, and the mage was an elf himself. 'Do you lead them mage?" he said, not knowing how to say his question in their language, but made a gesture to the mage and his men for them to maybe understand his question.

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Antius watched with a bi of amusement as the Saarebas gestured at his soldiers. He hummed in thought. He was apparently unaware of how things were done in Tevinter. Not very educated then, but that was to be expected. Qunari hardly saw individuals as people, particularly mages. He smiled slightly.

"Then you are free. Do you have a name then?" he asked before gesturing to his guards with a smile, "Of course I lead them. I am Antius Selwyn, Magister of the Tevinter Imperium and member of the Imperial Senate. Heir to Lord Zash's legacy. In Tevinter, Mages take their rightful role as rulers and leaders."

He frowned slightly, "I am, however, wasted in these backwoods. Not that it is your fault. There is very little room for free-thought in the Qun. Even gods frighten them as theology presents a challenge to your leaders' absolute control, though the Chantry certainly tries to control theology, but then, people may have differing ideas on the Maker...."

He smiled slightly, "I get ahead of myself then. Are you part of this camp?"

He gestured to the people a little away from them. He did not really expect the Saarebas to understand more than half of what he said, but that was fine with him. He liked the sound of his own voice.

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Kost

As much as the mage before kost seemed to like to talk about himself, the only thing that the ex-qunari was the mage's name, him asking for his own and camp. Other than that, it was like listening to a chicken squack incoheriently as if it was telling him something. He didn't know the language and the chunk of it went right over his head.

"Kost." His name, the only thing he could answer back. He tilted his head to the side, looking past the group to the path to his own small camp. However, he knew where the survivor camp was. He had been there. He had tried to live among them and was chased away. That didn't mean he didn't show some kindness toward them, he just stayed away from them more times than not. That also meant if someone was looking for them (who weren't qunari), he'd take them to the camp, but leave them once he felt that he was close enough.

"Have own camp." He hiked the box up again, putting it under his arm before stretching his neck. He was a bit better dressed by the survivors that have been here for the long haul, but the soldier who had nearly attacked him made him wary but didn't seem to be a problem. "Why you here?" just a curiousity. Why would a mage with guards being out here, something that made his mind itch.

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"Unfortunately for myself and my companions, the Qunari invaded when we were visiting the Viscount of Kirkwall. It was a rather nasty affair. I hear the Arishok beheaded him infront of the nobility. Now, with the Qunari controlling the docks and the roads, my companions and I are pretty much trapped," Antius replied to Kost easily. He eyed the camp. It was defensible enough, but it could be improved. In the distance, he spotted maybe three figures. He sighed.

"Enough of this. You are a Qunari mage who broke free and I am a Tevinter Magister. These peons cannot afford to be picky," he stated, gesturing for Kost and the others to follow him as he approached the figures. He made sure to put on his most charming smile as they came into view of one who had conveniently decided to head in their direction. He smiled.

"What have we here? You look half-asleep. Or are you half-dead? I can never tell the difference," Antius announced with a smile towards Kael.

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Kost

Kost rolled his eyes at the story. When he heard Arishok and viscount, he knew what he was talking about. He had need there when the viscount was beheaded. As much as he wasn't fond of the the nobility of kirkwall, he thought it was a bit excessive to have a complete take over. However, it did give him the chance to escape from the Qun.

However, Kost wasn't all too comfortable about following the tevinter mage. The survivor camp had already made it clear that he wasn't welcome. Even with his explanation (and little knowledge of their language.), they chased him away. However, he shrugged and followed him, but stayed behind the soilders to keep out of sight.

There had been times where he had been seen by the Camp's patrol and harrassed or attacked outright for just passing through. Before he had escaped from the Qun he would be forced to kill them, but he wasn't one for fighting unnecessarily and usually got away with as little fight as possible. Seeing Kael made him take a step back a bit in case he decided not to listen to the Elf and go after him.

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Kael


As Kael made his way around his usual route, he made an obvious effort to change direction in any place that looked threatening or somewhat suspicious. When he thought of his 'route', it was more of a vague circle around the camp as he changed up the exact path and directions he used everyday. Anyone trying to catch him being predictable would have a hard time, especially since he varied the time that he began and stopped as well. On the other hand, he didn't make any attempt at hiding his movements either. He would rather people know he was there, whether it gave comfort to the others in the camp or not, he couldn't tell. But it had deterred a few others from trying to enter, mostly bandits and thieves that deemed a fight with an armed man might not be worth it.

Walking along his route, Kael spotted the Kossith first, his larger form easily contrasting the surrounding area. He tensed slightly at the sight, but relaxed as he realized who this one was. The Kossith wasn't a Qunari, not anymore at least. There were rumors floating around the camp that he was a spy, or a Demon come to kill the children. Hearing these rumors usually was followed up by Kael having to take away the alcohol for the night. From what he had seen, this one wasn't with the Qunari, possibly hiding out from them as well. He stayed away from the camp itself and never did anything to raise any suspicion so far. As Kael walked closer and came into sight, he noticed the elf and two bigger men as well.

"What have we here? You look half-asleep. Or are you half-dead? I can never tell the difference," Came the elf.

Kael didn't recognize this elf, but he knew enough to spot a mage when he saw one. If the staff and robes weren't a dead giveaway, that look in the elf's eyes was sufficient enough evidence that he had power. Threats were everywhere on the Wounded Coast, and mage or not, it was better to be safe than sorry. Sizing up the two men behind the elf, Kael emerged onto the path between them and the camp as he leaned against a large tree. The tree wouldn't give him much protection against a mage, but it would allow him to get out of the line of fire for a moment or two. Prior to popular belief, Kael liked mages more than most people. Yet they were people as well, whether elf, human, or dwarf, and people were dangerous here.

"Birth comes first and death follows next," Kael quoted the old septon back in West Hill. "We're all halfway to death." He used to hate when the septon said that, like life meant nothing at all. Keal gestured back toward the camp that was easily in sight of the group, "Business that way?"

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Kost

Kost had seen this Kael before, sometimes alone and sometimes with others. The kossith seemed to know that this one intended no harm to him and assumed that was wasn't a qunari and had left him alone. If only the others that patrol the roads knew that. He poked the tevinter and put the box down. Kost pointed to himself and to the camp, shaking his head as if saying that he wasn't welcome at the camp.

If anything the residents would think that he was coming to attack them or in the very least steal their supplies. "I'm not sure that would be a good idea for me to go to the camp with you." he said, again in his own language. He just stood and listened after his comment, every now and again watching for more patrolman. Even while under the qun, he knew when his welcome was worn out. It was only a matter of time before the tevinter dismissed him to go about his way. At worst, he might have his gaurds attack him and thankfully no one knew where his camp was in the first place. He looked toward the survivor camp and picked up the box again. He looked at the tevinter with the look of 'get-with-on-with-it-so-I-can-go.' slightly annoyed with the mage's chattiness.

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Antius blinked, pleasantly surprised by he man's reply. There was some wittiness there. Very good. At Kost's words, however. He frowned and replied in his own language, "You deserve to be here as much of any of those simpletons. If they have a problem with you then I will make them change their minds."

"Business then? Oh, if I was a slaver, I would be with more men than this. Not to mention a way out of this cursed land. No, I am merely another refugee. With magical powers. And experience in political matters. It's called being a Magister or Senator in my country, where Templars are civilized and we have experience dealing with the Qunari. Perhaps you would like someone here with experience with the Qunari?"

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Kost

Kost raised a brow at the tevinter, surprized that he knew qunlac so fluently. "More likely than not they will." he said with a kick into the sand. He had already settled in the hills as his own little camp and was..somewhat happy with himself. Sure he had no one to teach him the native language or how to practice his magic, but it was something. Better than Being under the Qun and collared like a rabid animal.

He titled his head when he said something about the qunari. Assuming that he meant the qunari in the city, he frowned a bit. The last thing he wanted to do was to deal with them again. They kindest they could be was to give him another avraad again or at worst kill him for betraying the Qun.

It was a rock and hard place; try and get along with hostile humans and elves that had lost everything in the seige or be forced to convert to the Qun. Kost thought to himself for a second...anything was better than being forced under the Qun. The kossith sighed. "but anything is better than forced 'reeducation'" he muttered to himself as he hiked the box under his arm again.

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Kael


Kael sighed and eased a knot out of his shoulders as the elf rambled on. He had no idea what the big Kossith had mumbled, and even less of an understanding of what the elf replied back to him. What he gathered afterward was what interested Kael. A place where Templars were 'civilized', mages were part of the political structure, and diplomatic relations with the Qunari? He only knew of one place like that. Tevinter.

There wasn't a whole lot Kael remembered about his lessons on Tevinter from growing up, but it was becoming a bit clear that the elf wasn't looking for a fight here. And any help they could get would be more than welcome. "Fine," he said to the elf, "just try and stay out of trouble. Everyone's on edge and things could get out of hand." Kael moved from his spot on the path to head off back on his way around the camp before turning back to the men, "I'm Kael by the way. If you need anything, just come find me."

After leaving the elf and the Kossith to their own devices, Kael continued on his round about the outskirts of the camp, branching further out as the paths became more scarce. He climbed a rugged outcrop as he came upon it to get a better view of the area. Once he finally reached the top, he peered over the side to catch a flash of light a little ways off. He waited for a moment and another flash came from the same direction. Hurrying over in the direction it had come from, Kael soon came upon a man cleaning debris from a wooden staff. As Kael made his way closer, he noticed the parts and bodies of the dead spiders all around the man. Some looked to be crushes, others were singed, and a few were just....dead. From the small distance, the man looked to be another elf, but something out of the corner of his eye caused Kael's vision to leave the man.

Approaching from behind the elf, a spider crept up through the brush, making its way atop another rock. Kael Threw his parrying dagger as best he could before running up and unsheathing his longsword. The parrying dagger wasn't typically a thrown weapon, but still managed to bite into the spider and stun it for a moment. It was just enough as Kael planted and swung his blade in a dangerous upward arc that sheared off bits of the spider's front legs and a good portion of its head as well.

After retrieving his dagger, Kael turned toward the man once more. "Another elf, huh? And from the looks of these spiders, another mage as well? Are you with the Tevinter mage?"

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Character Portrait: Kost Saarebas Character Portrait: Antius Selwyn

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Antius

For a strange moment, Antius felt himself overwhelmed by compassion for the Qunari mage. He didn't decide to be born in the Qun and neither did he decide to be born as a mage. He could sympathize. He thought back as his days as a former slave to his old master, but it seemed to him being a slave to the Qun was worse. They denied freedom, any notion of gods, magic, free will, and anything else that threatened their precious order.

"I intend to find a way for them to accept you. The ignorant often need instruction," he stated in Qunari before heading for the main camp. It had been a long time since he had done a selfless action. He supposed he was due.

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Kost

Kost sighed, muttering under his breath something in Qunlat before following the Antius. At the very least, he was glad that there wasn't a language barrier between them, meaning he'd be able to translate for him once they got to the camp. However, there were still the humans who had lost everything as see people like as still part of the Qun. As unfortunate as that was, he understood their distrust. Most of the people of Kirkwall wouldn't know the difference between a ex-qun kossith and a qunari. He even remembered that some had given themselves over to the Qun willingly. Weither out of just giving into the inevitablity of it or by the need of "something more", it was sad for them in his eyes and nothing less.

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Character Portrait: Kost Saarebas Character Portrait: Antius Selwyn Character Portrait: Layne Nurell

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Layne

"Perhaps I can be of some assistance?"

Layne was already moving from her crouched position up, to face the stranger that had appeared behind her. She had heard them coming before the one spoke. She held her daggers out, defensive, as she took in the two strangers.

She had seen them around camp before, the Elf especially. If she remembered correctly, he was a Tevinter Magister. Apostates were still treated with caution, some people couldn't let go of their old ways. Layne had no problem with mages. It was a gift, that was abused by certain people.

But not all people are the same. She wasn't sure about the Elf. The one next to him, a Qunari, looked a bit nervous. As he should be. Layne had seen him on the outskirts of camp, trying his best to blend in with the surroundings. Parents hid their children from him, grown men would throw insults and sometimes rocks. He didn't seem to be apart of the Qunari that attacked Kirkwall.

If anything, he looked to detest his heritage. At least, that's what she had seen.

"Who says I need assistance?" Layne finally questioned, as she scooped up the trapped animals. It wasn't a lot, but it was enough for her family.

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Character Portrait: Kost Saarebas Character Portrait: Antius Selwyn Character Portrait: Layne Nurell

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Kost

The Saarebas stepped back a bit from the woman, holding his hands up to signal that he wanted no trouble and was unarmed. He was already nervous from being so close to the survivor camp. He could already feel the rocks that would be thrown at him for just being this close to the camp. He remembered a few years back, when he tried to ask for supplies and was violently rejected and forced to live on the very edge of the camp.

He didn't try to speak, just keeping his eyes low to the ground. Avoiding eye contact and every now and again keeping an eye on the nearby camp to watch if he needed to make a run for it or now.

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Antius

"No one did. It is just good manners to offer it," Antius told her with a laugh. At least this woman wasn't hostile. Merely suspicious. He continued, "I could help you hunt bigger game. A stone or shard of ice tossed at a high enough speed proves to be a quick death for a say a deer. And I know a few spells to keep meet frozen and preserved until we find some spices. I think the camp could use some good stores of food."

He shrugged, "But I forget my manners. These fine gentlemen are Marcus, Cassus, and Pollux. The Qunari here is no Qunari. He is a Tal-Vossoth named Kost. The role of a mage is not a good one among the Qunari. The Chantry is merciful in comparison. Perhaps the Chant does restrain them. Or Koslun was truly a monster."

He paused for a moment, regarding the human woman before him. She was beautiful, but somehow familiar. He thought he saw her features somewhere before. Not in person. Perhaps on a drawing. Still, he could not place her face.