sending crystal

[arcaneadvisor]

FORM: Crystal
SENDER: Morrigan
RECIPIENT: All
WHAT: Hey s'up we found Mythal
WHEN: This month at some point (I don't want to leave out the kidnapped folks)
WHERE: Kirkwall; Morrigan is out by Sundermount if you feel like pestering her in person
NOTES: Report linking all important previous parts

As some of you are aware, I have spent some considerable time and effort in search of my mother, her whereabouts, what she might be doing. There are those of you who have joined me in this.

My mother has been found. And I have discovered the truth of the legends at long last: no demon, no spirit, but Mythal.

[Not easily said, the most uncomfortable Morrigan had ever sounded over the sending crystal and the pause is as much for her to collect herself as it is for the news to sink in.]

All evidence on my search - the report sits with Elven Artifacts have you a wish to read it - pointed to something old. And she has confirmed it. Myself and those with me when we found her at the Altar of Mythal had no reason to doubt her.

Have you questions, I will answer them. Mind your tongues. She took my son to bring me to her.

Comments

[rowancrowned]

[ for the elves, as much as he has credit with them still: ]

All Morrigan says is true.

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[arcaneadvisor]

I suspect you have far more sway with some than I on this matter, you have my thanks.

[For what might inevitably be hurled right back at you for vouching for her.]

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[rowancrowned]

The Dalish deserve the truth. The Chantry will be glad for this. They would get further if they were not so disorganized.

[arcaneadvisor]

The Dalish might not listen; how many of Clan Ashara's young folk have come here never to go back? That alone would be cautionary tale enough, to have it told from the daughter of Asha'bellanar that she and Mythal are but one and the same?

[What game are you playing here old man?]

[chainlightning]

[ There's an audible squawk of- distress? surprise? something -from Merrill. ]

She- I helped- I met- she said- she took-

What?

[arcaneadvisor]

[Merrill who was, of course, a central part of the Tale of the Champion that Morrigan did bother to unravel, who is a friend, who Morrigan would have asked to be a part of this had she been here for any of it is given time.

(Morrigan might tell her it was Carver who gave her a piece to slot in place.)]

Which part troubles you most?

[All of it, she imagines. But what she means: where do you wish to start?]

[chainlightning]

Erm.

[ There are so many parts, so many pieces, that Merrill can't even begin. ]

Yes?

[ And then, as if in a stupor: ]

She said I was a credit to the People.

[gottakeeponejumpahead]

i - WAIT - You mean - she's - Okay wait.

[This a city boy, raised in a Chantry that has denied elven heritage for as long as he can remember and he's never had much use for any kind of religion anyways BUT - BUT.]

The Elven Gods ... are still with us?

[arcaneadvisor]

[Whoever this boy is, he hasn't earned the patience Merrill has so Morrigan cuts him off as soon as she possibly can.]

When did I say she was a god?

[gottakeeponejumpahead]

I - no - I just ... I.

[He is quiet for a moment.]

... I thought Mythal was a god. Is she - is she something else?

[justice_is_blond]

We... brought back...

[Oops? Is this an oops? What she said on Sundermount takes a new shape, but he'll keep that to himself for now as he processes the news.]

I suppose Hawke never will be a dragon, in that case, if you've got to be... got to be... If that's a requirement.

[arcaneadvisor]

[This is orders of magnitude beyond 'oops' but equally there's something where oops was also never quite at play.

There was always a back-up. Flemeth wasn't dead yet. That part hadn't been accomplished then, Carver slotted that piece into place for her.]

There was never a chance for Hawke to be a dragon, not without being some fragment of what she is. [Hawke confirmed to remain tragically unfulfilled.] Odd, isn't it, that all of those whose fates' she's shaped have gone missing or turned up dead.

[justice_is_blond]

Not all.

[He's quiet for several moments.]

There's Merrill and myself, and you, three of us here. Maybe she wasn't as much of an influence on myself and Merrill as she was on you or Hawke and Jonas, but we're not gone and you certainly aren't.

[elegiaque]

( gwenaëlle has been sitting on this since they returned from the altar— )

And I thought I was elfblooded.

[arcaneadvisor]

[Given everything, that startles some sort of laugh out of her, bitter though it is.]

I can't begin to imagine what that must make Kieran. I doubt they'll be embracing me soon, even if their Mythal and Asha'bellanar both birthed me.

[elegiaque]

I can't think elfblood has ever endeared anyone to elves, if even the alienage-raised ones get it in the teeth.

( herian, she means. )

'Your goddess is in fact a selfish, self-aggrandizing lying witch' is probably the part that'll really win embraces—

( fuck that old lady. )

[rathercommon]

[ Forgive this rifter. ]

Mythal is...someone...awfully important, it sounds like?

[arcaneadvisor]

To the Dalish and to city elves who hold to such, Mythal is one of their Creators. The one who would right wrongs, a figure of justice as much as motherhood [at that she scoffs, as one raised personally by said figure] and love, as well as justice. Protector.

They believed their Creators very far from them.

[rathercommon]

But apparently, she wasn't far? She was - erm - your mum?

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[limier]

[ well that's. a lot.

but the most pressing questions (is kieran returned, where are the pastebins) have been answered. and this is all a fuck of a bit of timing. and so: ]

Do you intend further pursuit?

[ is what passed between thranduil and solas anything she actually ought to know? ]

[arcaneadvisor]

[If Morrigan turned around and said 'I might have preferred Tevinter' this is the one time no one gets to blame her or question her. Everyone would pick Tevinter over this.

And well, Coupe didn't die in Tevinter so the one useful Templar is alive, Morrigan will eventually breathe easier for that.]

No. I have my answers that she would give, I have no desire to invite her further into my life. The cost is...I believe her, but I cannot trust her. Not with something unknowable a part of her that might...inspire foolishess.

[They've a great many of them here.]

[limier]

[ a small noise, not quite agreement. not quite not. the fool's out of the bag, as it were. ]

May she abide by that distance; I am uncertain others shall. What do you know of Solas?

[luxating]

Your mom sounds like kind of a jerk.

[arcaneadvisor]

My mother has only known one way to be, though I wonder what sort of mother figure Mythal ever was. Little, for she imparted none to Flemeth.

[luxating]

I think —

[ and she does. think, that is, before speaking. which is sort of rare, but. ]

— There are all kinds of mothers. Good ones, motherly ones, sure. But the rest, too. If someone built her an altar, maybe they thought it was worth remembering that some moms suck. That it takes work, to not suck at it. You work hard for your son, right?