Character Introduction: Isenya Surana

[moonmoonmage]

Isenya was watching the afternoon sparing between the Inquisition Soldiers, lacking anything better to do. The Inquisitor had made her choice and sided with the Templars as full allies and she was only one more mage to be wary of her decision. The Inquisition and Skyhold were far from being the same as the Circle and Kinloch Hold, but she felt equally trapped.

And there was he, training his men, railing his troops.

She never thought she'd ever meet him again.
And she never thought he'd just ignore her.
But, silly her... almost ten years without contact and she really thought he'd come to talk to her? For old times' sake? Please...

The red haired woman shook her head and went downstairs, from the battlements to the courtyard. She was just stepping out of the stairs when a sudden blast of wind blew her skirt upwards and it took her some time to get rid of the fabric covering her face. But when she did, she immediately wished she did not.

Skyhold was now under a bloated, dark sky, a storm brewing.
And the magic... shit... that seemed just like the Fade.

Maybe another rift?
Or Corypheus trying to attack?

Whatver it was, she wad glad she had her staff with her.

RP: Cullen (commandercullen)

[moonmoonmage]

Isenya stared at the eerie courtyard, trying to understand what was going on exactly.

That place seemed like the Skyhold she’d known, but once she really started looking at it she found several discrepancies; the reformed tower up in the battlements, the sparring ring missing in the courtyard and, of course, the most howling absence of any other living soul. She decided walk through the battlements, see what she could make up of that place, when she tripped in a small journal. Wary of anything inside the Fade, she poked it with the blade of her staff, waiting for something to happen. No magical reaction, no sudden appearance of a demon, no reaction at all. She picked it up, climbing the stairs.

There was a clear, powerful magic in place, a magic apparently stretching and reaching for every single corner of that Skyhold. Her steps and her breathing were mostly the only thing she could hear, aside from the odd, crushing silence, but at least she’d be able to hear anyone approaching from miles away. She was near the end of her round, just above the stables, when she heard something. Eyes darting to the direction where she heard the noise, she felt all the air being expelled from her lungs at once: Commander Cullen.

Maker, the demons have already begun to mess up with my head.

Unfortunately, not the first time such thing happened.
Certainly not the last one, either.

Isenya climbed down the stairs, careful to not be seen, back firmly pressed against the cold stone. Inhaled and expelled the air once, then twice, keeping her mind clear and shielding her heart.

That’s not him. Just a desire demon. That’s not him.

She left her cover, blade pointed at him.
Might get some answers before as well.

“Start talking, demon, and I might give you a merciful death, which is far more than your kin deserves.” her blue eye shone with her magic when she spoke through gritted teeth “What is this place? What is going on?”