sending crystal;

[arcaneadvisor]

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

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.

Comments

[arcaneadvisor]

'Tis wine the same way dwarven ale is ale; they use grain to make it but I doubt any will argue with the Chasind for the name when they've called it this so long.

[Morrigan gives it her seal of approval but it packs a punch.]

[wardeneructate]

Grain instead, huh? Well, I've had worse so I'm all for trying it out.

[He laughs a bit.]

When should I come by?

[arcaneadvisor]

Whenever you deem suitable, my door is open and Kieran lives elsewhere so he shan't be disturbed if the hour is late.

[Morrigan being Morrigan, she sets her own hours.]

[wardeneructate]

Alright. I got me some stuff to do but I can come by tomorrow night. Seems the best time for drinking new kinds of booze anyway.

[arcaneadvisor]

Recent news?

[The same letter she got that was overly polite because no one told him how to write to Morrigan apparently.]

[wardeneructate]

Was he as polite about it to you as he was to me?

[arcaneadvisor]

I am surprised he never tripped over himself with them, I was reminded of being in Orlais again for all that he is Ferelden and Arl Howe's son.

'Twas returned in kind, you can be assured.

[Ask to see the letters, she dares you.]

[wardeneructate]

Heh. I bet it was. You still got copies? I bet it's good for a laugh.