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sending crystal;
FORM: Sending crystal
SENDER: Morrigan
RECIPIENT: Everyone
WHAT: Chasind shamans are cryptic so Morrigan requires assistance and she's moving out of the Gallows
WHEN: Post-Korcari Wilds return
WHERE: Sundermount
NOTES: Refers back to this post about Flemeth with all previous links and specifically this thread;
this is a multi-stage plot so this is testing the waters for the next stage
SENDER: Morrigan
RECIPIENT: Everyone
WHAT: Chasind shamans are cryptic so Morrigan requires assistance and she's moving out of the Gallows
WHEN: Post-Korcari Wilds return
WHERE: Sundermount
NOTES: Refers back to this post about Flemeth with all previous links and specifically this thread;
this is a multi-stage plot so this is testing the waters for the next stage
If you ever wish to truly wrap your mind around vagaries, I would suggest that should you be able to find them, that you might seek out out a Chasind shaman. [To ask for help isn't an easy thing for Morrigan, she's asked enough already of late and now she must ask again. It galls her.] To that end, I have a wonder; are there those among us who consider themselves to know a great deal about the constellations and their histories? The names they had once before Tevinter came along and changed not only many of the names but even what a person might seen upon looking up? Tis...tis a thing I have been told to think upon.
What we call silence was not silence long ago, and 'twas not a horn and wand held aloft by a man in the sky but a scale. There was indeed a great deal about scales. The Age of this world. The sky splitting itself as an egg might. [For all that Morrigan might wish to sound unaffected or annoyed...she can't. It's stuck with her, burrowed under her ribs.] Flemeth was not there, for those of you who hope to catch a glimpse of a tale made flesh, there is no Hero, no Champion, she is not come again yet but tis clear we look in the wrong place and there is Chasind wildwine on offer for those willing to offer aid in such clues. Oghren I procured a separate supply for you.
[Which brings her to something more exciting at least.]
For those who do wish to assist in this or should you require me for any matter, you will find me in the Gallows only for the hours I shall be working. I will be moving to live outside Kirkwall, by Sundermount, 'twould be wise to announce your intention prior to arriving.
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[ a horn?? a wand?? is this a riddle — scales and eggs, and which came first? (don't count your drakes before they hatch) ]
Ain't Sundermount the ghost mountain?
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These are the words that the Chasind shaman gave to me when I asked after my mother. There was something in those words, how they were said...a thing that said listen close. When they call her Mother of Vengeance and she is old as mine, you do not discount their wisdom.
[What else might you expect from gods with animal heads, shall she mention that next.]
There are no ghosts of Sundermount.
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[ she says, as though this is perfect evidence. really, it depends how much common sense you've got — and what side of belief you consider sensible. a little caution's always served her well in the wild. ]
If you're supposed t'be Vengeance, hope you shorten it down some. Knew a girl called Kindness and it sure weren't one from her folks. But if you're talking on dragons, [ a tail made flesh ] Probably ain't no good in none of it anyway. Reckon there's easier ways to write home, or whatever you're after.
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[Raised by a thing from a story where the worst thing was just the raising, well it skews you.
Seeing an archdemon rage and belch purple flame as the horde attacks, beneath sky turned the colour of an aching bruise that all serves to skew your sense of what might frighten you.]
Me? [Morrigan's never considered it that way and would laugh if not for how close it sits to everything.] No, her vengeance and name came long before I ever did, are there truly parents afflicting their children with such names? I seek to find her. Twice she has meddled before, that she has not now when so much is at stake, I find it hard to imagine what keeps her from reaching out her hand.
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[ lurking for masters long-dead, sounds like ghost shit. quod erat demonstrandum, and all. ]
Maybe she don’t want to fuck it up worse. Or maybe she already reached out and that's why it's so shit. Could even be she’s tired herself out from raising you and vengeance, decided t’move out to some nice country estate.
Could be a lot of things. But don’t see that finding her’s gonna do you much good with none of them. Y’even know what you’d do once you did?
[ never talk to your parents ever, the lifeplan ]
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[Corypheus rises and calls himself a god with Flemeth nowhere to be found, of course she's spent the best part of two years eating a hole in herself over that, time and time again.]
I know more than I did ten years ago. [You'd think that ten years of work put in would get rid of the hollowness but here we are, it doesn't do you much good to know more about Flemeth really.] The Tale of the Champion had one use after all.
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[ she's heard some stories. ]
You 'don't want her going on as she will' or all that, sounds more Chantry than Chasind. [ and the chantry's got books. records. all that toss. ] If she's really been around that long, gotta figure you can't be the first t'try and find her.
[ and more liars out there to document it than just some puffed-up dwarf ]