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]

[While the others speak, Korrin sips some more of the wildwine, pleased at its potency. She's so used to absorbing non-qunari brews easily, so the fact that this one carries a punch is a refreshing change. Not that she's planning to get flat-out drunk, though, so she'll gauge her limit and stop upon reaching it. Hopefully this will give less of a hangover than maraas-lok.

Drink aside, she listens and nods grimly at mention of a price for all things. It's true enough, she's seen that much as has anyone not overly young or sheltered. And the description of the current age isn't any surprise to her, of course. Silence gets a raised eyebrow out of her, as that constellation is known to her, too...at least by its current name.]

[ragweed]

"Vengeance is a heavy weight. Many years is a heavy weight."

[Those words aren't meant for him, but they hit something inside of him and make him suddenly weak, his breath coming out as a quick exhalation. When he manages to lift his gaze up to look into the hollows the shaman's eyes again, he finds them fixed on him. The words this time feel heavy with meaning, but their significance remains just out of his grasp. He swallows hard, jaw tight, and stays quiet.]

[serannas]

[ It isn't uncommon for people like this -- people with power who dwell outside normal society -- to unnerve others. They aren't used to their ways. But Ellana is -- or was, she supposes -- Dalish, and the same has been thought of her people. If this shaman has a way to look inside each of them, Ellana has nothing to hide. ]

The stars shone on the elves first.

[ It's not said bitterly, but just as a statement of fact. The elves were first, then the dwarves, humans, and qunari. ]

We gave the constellations names, but the Imperium renamed them. Silence is one of those whose name we've lost.

[ How long ago was it that Ellana looked up at the night sky with Galadriel, pointing out the constellations and telling her the elven names and stories behind them? It must be at least a year, if not more. Some names were lost with time; one of the many things on the list of things to keep searching for one day. ]

[arcaneadvisor]

Tevinter came. The scourge. Before the Blight.

[Tiny bones rattle as a hand points to the sky and the shaman is moving, robes made of fur and hide softened by years of wear whispering as they go and the smell of deathroot is stronger, clings to them, comes to crouch before them with a hand set on the earth.

This close behind the holes of the stag skull they have painted their eyelids darkest blue. The night sky when the sun has long since disappeared over the horizon. The skull makes their breath rattle this close.]

Tevinter came and took before any took back. Now they say it is a horn and a wand a man in the sky holds aloft but I see scales, as did the one before me and them before and before and those after me, we will see scales, there are so many scales, covered in scales. Vengeance, the mother of vengeance. [Eyes open, the pupils so dilated it's impossible to tell their colour now staring sightlessly beyond.] Vengeance, justice, one seeks the other, which one is first, which one is last, no balance with swords and blood and the sky screaming.

[meds4sale]

[The Medicine Seller had been sitting attentively. He'd remained utterly still, and quiet. For a man who dressed like a rainbow, it was incredible how insignificant he could make himself seem.]

[But now he had a question.]

What does the Mother of Vengeance seek to avenge?

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[arcaneadvisor]

The great wrongs done to her.

[Morrigan speaks at last, not defeated but it hurts to push the words up and out of herself, a savage terrible ache with them when she knows the tales, knows the truth of them.

Wants to scream when those wrongs are so old, so old that all of them are dead and gone and she lives in the skins of her daughters but the shaman stares and she cannot say it so instead she swallows the words with her wildwine.

The shaman picks up when Morrigan does not, approaches this stranger who yes one who has something that they might understand, something that draws the eye.]

Betrayal. What other thing is there but betrayal in this world? Time and time again it comes. You look in the wrong place, and this is all that will be offered to the Inquisition and to you.

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[meds4sale]

[He wasn't watching the shaman approach. His steely gaze had turned to Morrigan, more intrigued by what she had to say. This shaman's insight was probably helpful, but littered with riddles. Morrigan had known Flemeth - insofar as much as one could know something like Flemeth as a person. He felt a pang of sympathy as she drowned whatever else she wanted to say with the wine, and finally turned his frigid stare back to the shaman.]

There is little revenge one can take on dust and bone.


...Unless there is another grudge that time and death cannot settle.

[arcaneadvisor]

Death has proven little obstacle for her, why should she allow such a thing to get in the way of her vengeance?

[Morrigan almost laughs, draws the breath but doesn't manage it because she can't. It could fall on her. She might not be the focus of all of Flemeth's ire but she has a portion of it, does she not?]

When it comes to some things, the world has a long memory. Once this world thought dragons extinct yet they are not and neither is she. [And so did come the Dragon Age with Maric's crowning. Aided by Flemeth not so much as Calenhad was aided by a witch of his own but there she was, lost to the margins of history but there she was, as she was for the Hero, as she was for the Champion: a soul lost, in need of guidance from a creature such as her.]

How old is the world, how many times has the same slight played out time and time again for it? Struggling with itself as the oldest things return? Corypheus is a Magister who thinks himself a God, if Flemeth seeks her vengeance then it is a world of men who wronged her. She is not human. I have made that plain to so many of you long ago.

[serannas]

There is such a fine line between justice and vengeance.

[ The concept is well known to Ellana. She wears Mythal's vallaslin on her face and values the same things that the Creator does. She holds her highest in her heart, and so she can relate this to what they're speaking of so she can understand it. ]

Justice is dispensed quickly, but vengeance festers over time.

[gatheringstorm]

Doesn't it ever....

[Korrin can't help but nod at Ellana's words, finally speaking up again after draining more of the 'wine' and getting lost in thought. She snaps out of that, though, knowing the here and now is worth focusing on as well.]

She probably knows that, though. And if she thinks it's worth that cost anyway, it must be one hell of an earned grudge.