Out flew the web and floated wide-

[arcaneadvisor]

WHO: Morrigan, Bruce, Kain, Jehan, Ciri, Sabine, Velanna
WHAT: A stroll in Serault; the Venatori want to repair an eluvian so they've entrenched themselves but Serault has reached out to Morrigan to 'invite her to visit'. She enlists the best team ever to come check this out
WHEN: Mid-Firstfall, we're handwaving time a bit
WHERE: Serault
NOTES: ooc plotting post.

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[arcaneadvisor]

"Indeed." Inclining her head in a nod, she looks away for a moment in thought; the boy that had sung in the village where the faithful had gathered before a monster from ancient tales swept through it must have been the age her son is now, give or take. The song she recalls easily. Do the others? Surely they must if only for how unsettling it all had been. And making Haven the destination for the Conclave - did finding Andraste's supposed ashes erase all that had come before? Leliana had been there after all, she had seen all the awful blood-soaked truths same as Morrigan.

But then the Chantry had always been so very good at being stubborn and willfully blind all at once, had it not?

Returning her attention to Kain, she continues at last. "Twas a high dragon, of that I have no doubt. They were all rather mad though, living not unlike rats in a maze of tunnels with drakes and dragonlings alike before we reached the summit. Andraste was a madwoman, of that I have no doubt but that she could become a dragon? Perhaps you think of other legends of Ferelden."

[in_death_sacrifice]

"Perhaps so. There are so many legends out there about dragons... some of it, I'm sure, may not be true, but I'm sure there are truths to be found among them." That's the one thing that his family passed down through the ages, this fondness for all things involving dragons, no matter how obscure the reference.

He's all thoughtful as he considers the situation in Haven. Living among the dragons doesn't sound so bad, but then, that was supposedly once the way of his people. Adding Andrate to the mix just... lessens the purity of the whole thing in a way, to him. Dragons deserve worship in their own right. Not that he himself is some cultist, though. Those days were so long ago. "They sound much like the ancient dragon cults that once existed... they say that people gained strength by coexisting with the dragons. Was that true of these people as well? Did Andraste grant them any power?"

[arcaneadvisor]

"Are there any you might share? I confess, the subject has become something of an interest of late though more concerning rifters rather than Thedas." But there is a name, a shared resemblance, something that tugs at her memory here that makes her wonder overlong when it comes to him. The way her son had looked upon him as well as his words had only intensified it.

At the best of times, Morrigan is still barely able to resist rolling her eyes. Right now, when they're so far from Skyhold and anyone who might conceivably care or with reputations that might matter, she doesn't bother. "The power to get themselves killed," she mutters quickly with a twist to her mouth that's a smirk by any other name, sharp-edged but still somehow managing not to be cruel. Time is a funny thing with the way it's softened her. "Twas the Ashes of Andraste residing within that granted anything, curing Arl Eamon. Though why we were ever in need of another man who enjoyed the sound of his own voice and clumsy machinations I am unsure."

Someone would probably say 'you were raised in a swamp by a nutty old bat, Morrigan, that's why it's beyond you' and she would zap said mansplainer into a frog. So. Y'know, probably what they should've done with Eamon and just rolled with the younger, hotter, more dashing option.

[in_death_sacrifice]

"There are many stories, I wouldn't know where to start, but I would be glad to share what I know... I ought to gather the things my family have put together over the years. Dragons have been a personal interest of ours for generations." He'd taken time to study them, closely, to look into everything he could get his hands on about them. It seems he's not the only one so fascinated by them. "Perhaps it's a dark thing to consider, but there are some good tales about the dragon cults of old... the ones who bonded with the dragons, living right beside them in their caves. Not for any claim of it being Andraste, either."

He sighs, nodding as she explains it. It makes enough sense to him. "We could do with a few less of those sorts in charge." Though what they need, he has no idea. Politics really isn't his strong suit at all.

[arcaneadvisor]

"Is that not rare, in this part of the world?" A slightly more polite way to put it than she might but they're in a company where one might fear to even strike a flint for the fire tonight when they could very well burn down the whole forest without meaning to. "I am certain that the Inquisition would benefit, and given what Corypheus has by his side, you would have no shortage of those willing to aid you in untangling what you might find, or aiding in retrieving it should there be those who prove somewhat...reluctant. I would be glad to hear of those tales, have you the time, when we return to Skyhold."

Kieran would too but she'll have to vet them first since she'll be the one dealing with the nightmares if they're too blood-soaked for him.

[in_death_sacrifice]

Kain nods, knowing how odd it probably does seem. "Perhaps it's somewhat rare, though that makes it all the more important in a way... adhering to the traditions of ancestors, delving into things brought over from elsewhere. That's a tale in itself, how the Ventforts eventually ended up in this part of the world..." He looks thoughtful, as he considers. Much of it is very dark, of course, but it's always easy enough to feel like there's some distance from it, being the ancient past and all. "I'd be glad to tell you all that I know of, since you're so curious... I also have some volumes I brought with me at Skyhold as well."