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

[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?

[arcaneadvisor]

For a time she must have been if there is truth to the legends; tales of my mother begin in the Towers Age. The Ancient Age was when the Creators were still present in some form or another.

[A sizeable gap from Mythal's inception to death to coming to Flemeth.]

But yes. Ages have passed where she has resided as part of my mother where she has cared naught for them at all 'twould seem.

[Banging the drum that yes, Mythal was here, and yes she did not listen to any of the many prayers you doubtlessly offered if you're listening elves.]

[rathercommon]

Oh.

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And when you say she took your son - is he - all right now? Your son?

[arcaneadvisor]

[Morrigan learnt from her mother how to wield a silence, which is something she'll examine in a new light after the shock of it all she supposes has worn off. Of course Flemeth would wield it well.

She kept hers for centuries. Shut it away behind her teeth. Hid it in her laughs, her jokes, her legends.

It's a simple question. It's the most difficult question.]

'Twas his first introduction to his grandmother, for obvious reasons when I knew she was dangerous before I knew the truth. He...was unharmed. [That she can tell. Trusts him enough to believe him.] Rattled perhaps. Though the young take some things in stride better than the rest.

[rathercommon]

Mm. And what about you? Are you all right?

[arcaneadvisor]

[All these loaded questions.]

I...still cannot entirely wrap my head around it, I confess. To have the truth after all these years. To perhaps be free of her at last. If I am. I suspect her plans go beyond now, she saw fit to say that much.

[rathercommon]

[ Uh - ]

What's that mean? Free of her. Plans. All that.

[ Since those are loaded words to use referring to - well - anyone, but especially your mum. ]

[arcaneadvisor]

My mother has lived an unnaturally long life. When I left her years ago to travel with the Hero of Ferelden in the Fifth Blight, I learnt her secret from her grimoire: that she would possess the bodies of her daughters.

[It had fuelled nightmares. It had explained so many things that she'd laid out end to end in the intervening years, especially as Kieran had grown.]

Now I know otherwise and that I might count myself as having slipped through the eye of the needle on that account. And if I am careful, she will not come for either of us again.

[rathercommon]

Oh, my God. That's - awful. Like - possess in the sense of - take you over? Destroy your mind?

[arcaneadvisor]

Possession would turn most to an abomination, in this case I cannot say if there would be any piece of me left though the way she put it…

[Morrigan has to stop. Has to make herself remember (she'd rather not, there's so little she wants to but she can't allow herself to forget it, every moment has to be etched in her memory forever) what she said.] She claimed I was in no danger from her. Perhaps if she is all that she is - and given all that has been lost since the Fall of Arlathan, all that the Chantry and the Circle will grind to dust, even my own magic is a thing they might use to brand me as maleficar, there--

There might be some fragment there of truth. Of another way. Though 'tis not my choice and if it is not then it would still be a nightmare no matter what came to pass.

[rathercommon]

[ God. ]

You're sure she's not going to try again?

[arcaneadvisor]

[No.]

Yes. She has said her part, she has parted the curtains [funny how she almost said veil] so I feel certain she will not try again. If she finds some other man, another daughter…

[That was ever the tale.]

[rathercommon]

Then she might try with them?

[arcaneadvisor]

Perhaps, 'tis nothing that concerns me. She will be hardly likely to try soon, our paths shall not cross again.

[Yavanna did you show up to help? No? Well Morrigan will continue that sisterly disregard for the potential future possibilities.]