Listen. This is the noise of myth.

[arcaneadvisor]

WHO: Morrigan, Korrin, Ellana, Thranduil, Alistair, The Medicine Seller, Kit
WHAT: Morrigan takes a bunch of the Inquisition folks deep into the Korcari Wilds in search of Flemeth since she still hasn't shown herself which is a record for Flemeth not showing herself when times of change and crisis are upon us in the Dragon Age
WHEN: Early August
WHERE: Korcari Wilds
NOTES: ooc sign-up post and ic chat post about it; will update with any warnings but given Flemeth please assume all the standard canonical warnings for Flemeth and Chasind related content. As much Korcari Wilds info as you might need can all be found here

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[gatheringstorm]

Well, this wouldn't be a grand adventure if something didn't go tits-up. Warning noted.

[Dryly spoken as she's peering around the seemingly innocuous area with interest. Korrin's mind strays to what it must have been like during the Fifth Blight, with the armies at Ostagar overrun and the legendary witch as the Wardens' rescuer. Strange times.

So of course she's eager to inspect the hut even as she doesn't expect to find anything vital. It's still a chance to explore a piece of history, even as she's careful not to touch anything she shouldn't.]

No one's has been brave enough to go looting, even after her 'death'. Can't blame them, I suppose.

[arcaneadvisor]

What is there of value here for a looter? [It's as she left it. Morrigan isn't entirely certain of what she expected to find, really. If she even expected to find it at all or if it too would have been swallowed and reclaimed the way the Wilds.] There are few to ever visit. Scavengers. More creature than man where those are ever concerned.

[The Hero of Ferelden lay in that bed, she doesn't say. People would care or might. Might touch it as if something more than dust would transfer; if they got the Blight somehow from it, it would be what they'd deserve from such foolishness.] She will not want whatever is left here though I claimed the grimoire years ago.

[gatheringstorm]

[She paces and crouches by the embers of a fire long since gone out.]

It's a good place to practice one's magic away from Templars, I'll give it that. I can't imagine many of them would bother to trek out this far...or find their way out alive. [That makes her smirk, figuring that it's only what they deserve after instilling terror in so many hunted apostates.]

What does the grimoire say, that could be relevant to our search? Is there another place she's likely to go?

[arcaneadvisor]

Templars came. [More than once has she spoken of those who came to the Wilds in search of apostates in hiding, for whatever reason they might have had, whatever motivation that drove them deep. Or when she had been older and they had glimpsed her.] Even their bones are long gone these days.

[The Templars then were doing a job. And Morrigan was a girl playing a game. Life was simpler.

But the grimoire, Morrigan raises an eyebrow, feels a muscle jump somewhere in her jaw as she moves to the fireplace where many a meal was once cooked by her, looking over her shoulder.] What do you suppose a grimoire is for? Do you believe she has lived this long so foolishly spelling out all the plans for her longevity? [Okay, maybe, but you don't actually know the lore and Morrigan's personal plot quests in Origins.] She went to Sundermount, as I said, I had thought to find some trace of her there but 'twould seem we must return here for there was nothing but what had been written.

[Poorly.]

[gatheringstorm]

I can only claim to know my own mind, not that of an ancient badass who can turn into a dragon.

[Korrin shrugs, then brushes the ash from her boots before standing. Would she do what Morrigan sarcastically suggested? Sure, just to fuck with people. But Flemeth...who knows, she probably has layers upon layers of reasons for whatever she does.]

If there's nothing else here, I'm ready to go whenever you are. Deeper into the wilds, then?

[Having expected as much, her tone is nothing less than professional. She didn't come all this way to turn around, after all. If Morrigan thinks it's worthwhile, then she'll go with it.]

[arcaneadvisor]

This is a woman who took men to her bed, using them 'til they were spent. Telling her own daughter in the room where we stand now that she expected the same of her. Is that what you tell a child? [Harder to keep the temper in check, to keep the bitter unfairness of it all beneath her heel and under her thumb. None of them lived it.] Flemeth tis but a story to you. She was my mother. Is my mother. Will be my mother unless an end is put to her but that was not so easy to accomplish.

[Morrigan crosses the room, opens a chest and slips off her travel pack. Inside the chest is nothing of great value but bolts of fabric, feathers, stones, some pins.]

We cannot search aimlessly for her and she will not be within if she is not here. The Chasind are next yet to search for them lacking direction is to go to chasing ones death.