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

[arcaneadvisor]

We've fewer Dalish now than we had but even city elves might find themselves wondering. Or rifters. Knowledge and the desire for it is a hunger not easily sated.

[A pause though, wondering and--]

Little. Passing here and there, a meeting at the tourney. [Suspicion creeps in, lowers her voice.]

[limier]

He's opinions of her legend — I understand they differ from the common retelling. He's opinions, too, of elven dreams.

[ do u catch her drift here, we're talking tall, blonde shampoo commercial shaped dreams ]

[arcaneadvisor]

[The silence stretches. All the things she trusted to him.]

How far do they differ from the common retelling? I had asked...that this be kept between a small number of us but some have time to play as long a game as she.

[limier]

[ she notes the silence, lets it lie. they've both trusted in thranduil; better that neither do so with illusions of the consequence. ]

Perhaps less than they would choose.

[ time. at any moment, the provost might wither back into fade; there's no way of knowing. and if thranduil plans for the long game, solas must have designs upon the short — dreamers don't live beyond other men. ]

Our scholar of the Fade believes she was not murdered by Fen'Harel, but the Gods. That they wished her power, and betrayed her of it.

There is only so much that I may pursue. [ she's not about to split her time on elven nonsense when there's a lyrium-encrusted dragon and an insane darkspawn ruling minrathous. ] But it would be prudent to mind the ears about you.

[ she's hilarious ]

[arcaneadvisor]

[Clearly they've spoken. And Morrigan asked him not to tell his cousin, but not Solas, had thought it clear enough but was she?

There's room enough for doubt and she curses. Considers what invitations will be extended or accepted from here on out.]

Time enough; if they are spirits in some fashion who is to say what they will learn with time and inclination.

[With another mage, with Thranduil's brand of intensity after all. They don't know and her mother was less than encouraging on the matter of it ]

My mother spoke of vengeance for Mythal, how he would know of Mythal's murder or the truth of it is-- There is something we found in the Tirashan. Amsel, Thranduil and Shivana were there. It claimed the gods were not gods.

Written by a thing called a Forgotten One. [To complicate the matter though if they aren't gods, what are they and well perhaps go ask a poet.]

I shall look into it when I am able, if not for the sake of all this then the sake of my son. 'tis a simple thing to play the worried mother when she learnt little of comfort.

[More fun chats to have with Alistair. Great.]

[limier]

I can say little of what Dalish cults have sprung from the root, or what myths, reflections a man may witness in the Fade. Still. The old Magisters sought to call themselves gods, what might that make an archdemon?

[ the shake of her head is almost audible. ]

I have known ordinary men with egos enough to demand worship.

i tell myself i will stop being dramatic and then this happens

[arcaneadvisor]

Bloated. A grotesque. [Seven Archdemons. Seven Creators if Mythal was murdered and Fen'Harel discounted. Odd, is it not? This thing she might say.] What is it the Chant of Light says of the Old Gods, calling from ancient prisons? I have seen the shrine to Dumat deep in the mountains at the behest of the Inquisition, it takes only the Taint to corrupt them.

[If Morrigan does sound upset well she saw one. Saw it more than once. That's not something you forget in a hurry when it's shrieking at you.]

But do those men have the followers to build them up, raise them to larger than life, as if they have never done such things as held a stick as a club but only ever a weapon fashioned through great labours for their hand alone, or fire and lightning that might rain down upon their foe?