[Far from Kirkwall has the Inquisition come with Morrigan as their guide on this quest of hers, all to look for signs of her mother not present thus far or in the shadow of Sundermount the Inquisition sits under. So to where it all began for Morrigan. For her involvement in this age. The Korcari Wilds.
A place with a reputation for danger as told by Morrigan herself with great trees gnarled and twisted upon themselves in ways that look unnatural, as if frozen after experiencing great pains. Their roots sink deep into the wet, black earth or into waters dark enough that it is impossible to tell if you might sink only to the ankle, the hip, the waist, or would be swallowed whole. (What dwells in those waters, do you wish to find out, how many do you think are bones in the rusted remains of their armour, lost and forgotten by all but the darkness.)
Careful to keep in sight of one another, there is a mist, there is always a mist, it is thick and it is clinging to all within the Wilds as the shroud sticks clings to the body.]
There are few maps of these lands. Those that there are, I would be...hesitant to trust. I know the way still.
[[ooc: endgame of this thread is getting to Flemeth's hut to investigate but if you want to create you own adventures under this thread or thread out the travel to the Wilds, please feel free.]]
the wilds;
A place with a reputation for danger as told by Morrigan herself with great trees gnarled and twisted upon themselves in ways that look unnatural, as if frozen after experiencing great pains. Their roots sink deep into the wet, black earth or into waters dark enough that it is impossible to tell if you might sink only to the ankle, the hip, the waist, or would be swallowed whole. (What dwells in those waters, do you wish to find out, how many do you think are bones in the rusted remains of their armour, lost and forgotten by all but the darkness.)
Careful to keep in sight of one another, there is a mist, there is always a mist, it is thick and it is clinging to all within the Wilds as the shroud sticks clings to the body.]
There are few maps of these lands. Those that there are, I would be...hesitant to trust. I know the way still.
[[ooc: endgame of this thread is getting to Flemeth's hut to investigate but if you want to create you own adventures under this thread or thread out the travel to the Wilds, please feel free.]]