therookery | crystal

FORM: Sending crystal
SENDER: Morrigan
RECIPIENT: All
WHAT: Let's talk about what god is aka so you found a troubling thing and need to address that one day
WHEN: Post-tourney
WHERE: Kirkwall/Kirkwall-adjacent
NOTES: If you want to push Morrigan on certain things you can certainly try but her finding Geldauran's Claim isn't public knowledge yet given the possibility for it to be highly inflammatory, especially with the rifter status and the Dalish in positions of power in the Inquisition

What do you believe gods are Inquisition? Do you indeed believe that there are gods? The Chantry that likes to press and to meddle might not be for all but there are many of those who will still have the name of the Maker upon their lips in a time of strife. The Dalish have the Creators. The Avvar have beliefs about spirits and gods, and the Chasind have gods of a fashion, men and women beloved of them.

Rifters need not be shy in answering, I ask about...what a god is. What it might be. If it is a thing indeed. Something far beyond the comprehension of any mortal being, shifting even beyond the Veil or Fade that we might never know what it truly is, or if it might something else. Something closer to flesh and blood fashioned long ago. Shaped in the way the world is shaped.

[That phrase turned over and over: There is only the subject and the object, the actor and the acted upon.]

Perhaps… [and well she might as well voice a possibility when they're in Kirkwall where the Veil was stretched so thin long ago] once 'twas possible to raise those of ambition and power as high as the magisters of old Tevinter, to leave terror and awe in their wake depending on the mood, the whim, the offering.

[Eventually...well eventually there will be a report, but until she can trust how to write it, can know what the reception might be when it dares to leave the small group that know even the truth of what lies deep in the Tirashan, she can't bring her hand to write it.]

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Do you know enough of the Fade or the Veil to say if it's at all like either of those? All mages draw from the Fade to use magic but the Veil is the barrier separating it from the physical world, and magic cam certainly be used in many ways.

[Blood magic for all she's discussed sacrifice already today isn't necessarily dark or evil.]

Buying and selling, echoes of Tevinter and their slavery that continues to this day. I suppose such a figure could become larger than life. One worthy of emulating. The need to be close to her if some piece might rub off on them.

I've read up on them some, and while I think they share similarities, it's also different? The Force isn't separate. It's us. It flows through everything. It's there with every beat of my heart, in the crash of the waves against the shore. It's the energy of existence.

[ She feels like she isn't describing it well, someone else would probably do better. ]

The Hutts are slavers. The people that worship them don't emulate them, I don't think, they just literally think of them as gods. Maybe their ancestors were their slaves and they were dumped on Jakku because they didn't want them anymore, I don't know.

Yet there are those who cannot do as you do, what of them?

[Perhaps if Morrigan knows more of that it might help. Subject-object. Actor-acted upon. The Force feels as if it falls that way, very much so.]

Slaves here have tales of those who came before, Andraste and Shartan, rebellions uprisings, even deaths that still would mean dying free or dying for something. If there is nothing, something must be fashioned which still proves what I wonder: that a people will build a belief about themselves. If that is all they find on Jakku, then it could still be seen as something, as enough.

Some of them still believe the Force guides them, remembers the teachings of old religions surrounding it. Some think it's mystical nonsense, that shouldn't be paid any mind.

[ She'd been in the latter camp, once. She'd desprately dreamed of being someone special, capable of using the Force the way she now is, but she had found it harder to believe in, with every hash mark made on the interior hull of her home. ]

I think that's right. People need to believe there's something more out there than just them, or the bleakness surrounding them. Maybe sometimes they're right about that.

They believe they are part of it? How intriguing. Is it more than simply belief? Is anything at all built about it as this place on Jakku?

[If she sounds excited at the prospect, it's because it could be more proof that she's on the right track with this, more to sit down with, to spend the long dark hours with in Sundermount's shadow.

All that blood, all the screaming. It cannot have been for naught.]

It is more. I've seen- [ She hesitates, not sure how to describe this. ]

I've seen people who have no awareness of the Force surrounding them stand up to impossible odds and survive. The Force is there with them, even if they can't truly sense it. It's still there, helping them along. It wants to help, but it doesn't always know how. Some- Some people who are sensitive to it are given visions. But they don't always make sense, and they don't always show us a clear path.

There's sacred villages on Jakku of people who worship The Force, too. I never really knew much about them. The Jedi built temples on other worlds, too.

[Morrigan--

Morrigan has to wonder at that. At things she has seen of men and women going off to fight against terrible odds, at Redcliffe where they wished for blessings against the undead charging once more in the night at them, how even if the Maker were with them they needed a symbol yet some who do need only their faith.

(Again, she thinks of Leliana who has had her faith, who has stood with her bow in her hand in the dark, an arrow fired out to strike down demons, Darkspawn, men, women, beast, all that come--)]

There are some who have had visions. Or one. I know one. Who said the Maker sent her to aid the Hero. Even if the Maker is gone from this world, his back turned, then perhaps 'twas her faith that in some way same as this Force that allowed for all that came after. Of all I have ever met who have been a part of the Chantry, she is the only one I would trust with any part of it.

To build though, that is to make a statement. To put down a place of power. The ancient elves had temples to their Creators, their gods, whatever they were. One thing feeds another.

The Jedi built temples on places where the Force was already strong, supposedly. I've only been to one place, and I admit I don't know much of the history, but the place I visited was the first ever built. It was more alive than any place I've ever been to before.

The Force existed there long before the temple. I don't know much about the elves and their gods, but it could have been the same.

Something called to them then, or there was a power at the very least. Ancient elven sites are, as the name would suggest, ancient. Much is lost, and the language is...damned near impossible to understand when reading it. [Her frustration leaks out into her voice; all the years of study yet still so much eludes her.] There are places though where the very air has felt altered somehow. Magic upon the skin almost. To know that 'tis not so dissimilar elsewhere is a comfort.

[Is something to measure against the eluvians, the Crossroads too.]

No one knows much of them, Arlathan was sunk long ago and the people left no roads. Far flung ruins. Fragments. Wonders. Things such as eluvians and the what connects them, a magic far beyond comprehension, constructed entirely by them that slowly collapses without what created it.

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