faderift | Listen. This is the noise of myth.

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Listen. This is the noise of myth.

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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[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.]]

[What wonder of the world do we have here?

Flemeth's hut. Where Morrigan grew up. Empty. Abandoned. But not reclaimed by the wilds as it perhaps should be, not ransacked by any daring marauders or Chasind passing by.

It almost appears as if these are the first since the Wardens at the time of the Fifth Blight.]

How disappointing, though if she is how I thought I might leave her, we may not notice her at first. [Not quite so easy for Morrigan to joke about all this now when she's standing here where she hasn't in over a decade, when it hurt, when her mother could be here, when Flemeth might steal her skin from her.] Be on your guard, she is more dangerous than even the legends would have you believe and wise enough to pretend not to be when she must.

[[ooc: if you want to explore Flemeth's hut, feel free, if not you're good skipping this bit or having your people sidebar with other stuff.]

[When the hut does not bear fruit (Morrigan perhaps didn't believe it would, doesn't seem entirely surprised when there's nothing of any great substance there) she has another idea because witches never come unprepared.

Not everyone might casually announce that they will seek out The Chasind as she does but given the legends and how Morrigan has spoken of what is truth and what is fabrication, how else is there to be any clue found of her mother?

Chasind trail sign hunting it is. Be wary. There are plenty of dangers lurking the Wilds. Wolves for the most without the fear of man most wolves might have. Darkspawn might even linger in a pocket or two from the Fifth Blight, lost in the swamps or soldiers turned and not yet finished off. There may even be a demon or two.

Or simply the monotony of travel as the cold and damp sinks into you, as you wonder was that a branch or was it a snake you saw, one of the silent creepers, the length of an arm and black as night. Aren't they poisonous.

(Why does it feel as if you're being watched?)

(You are. This is not the civilised lands, you are trespassing, you are drawing closer to a place not yours.)]

[Few can say they have truly met the Chasind.

Fewer stil can say they have come to one of their homes and been welcomed in but there is a daughter of Flemeth, daughter to the Mother of Vengeance, or perhaps it is that the sky has split itself open so that is why those who know the oldest ways realise that there are times when things must be shared.

Be on your best behaviour, do you recall the time Morrigan regaled you with stories? Perhaps don't share any terrible rumour that might have been told of the Chasind or that you read but hold them in your heart to help weigh up the consequences of something that might offend the hosts when this is their home and their lands that they know far better.]

The Mother of Vengeance has taken flight, you search in the wrong place.

[The voice comes from a shaman, disembodied and echoing slightly, out from under the skull they wear (the robes make it difficult to tell if man or woman, the voice impossible) of a stag, old vines curling round the antlers. The smell of deathroot rolls off them even over the wildwine they've been given as guests.]

Come, sit, listen all.

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the wilds;

flemeth's hut;

chasind trail signs;

the chasind;