"Is that not the way of so many things?" Morrigan doesn't hesitate but some part of her wants to when she takes the final step over the threshold, longs to recoil, and if she could blame it only on what she saw once then it would be easier. A life of freedom is a thing you never give up lightly and there's an itch beneath her skin, a pricking of sweat at her hairline. "Paint it golden, gild it, forget that there is flesh and blood, that there is a terribly messy thing beneath it all."
History goes that way. The heart of the Chantry and Orlais nestle side by side, decorative silver spoons and Morrigan walked the halls of Court long enough to know the rot beneath the brocades, the perfumes, the masks.
"Serault likely made that glass in your Starkhaven tower that remains no longer, I have spent time there, I have seen the works they are capable of. Perhaps..." She looks around, thinking about the statues removed and sold to scrap. 'Tis no bad thing to remember what came before. "I know many of the glassworkers still. Quite the journey from Starkhaven to Kirkwall with so many mages, was it not?" That there were Templars willing to make it surprises her but she knows not the circumstances, perhaps the Gallows was considered the only option, a prison, a fortress, whatever Meredith was before the madness as Morrigan heard.
A Harrowing Chamber is a Harrowing Chamber, a ridiculous test set by those who know little and less, who teach too many to fear in her mind. "Few were prepared to resist what came. Blood mages and the madness such unleash, abominations and demons afflicting the minds of Templars and the dead walking. The growths however. I remember the growths. The sound they made." Her voice is thicker at the end through the effort to swallow past the bile that rises to scorch her throat.
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History goes that way. The heart of the Chantry and Orlais nestle side by side, decorative silver spoons and Morrigan walked the halls of Court long enough to know the rot beneath the brocades, the perfumes, the masks.
"Serault likely made that glass in your Starkhaven tower that remains no longer, I have spent time there, I have seen the works they are capable of. Perhaps..." She looks around, thinking about the statues removed and sold to scrap. 'Tis no bad thing to remember what came before. "I know many of the glassworkers still. Quite the journey from Starkhaven to Kirkwall with so many mages, was it not?" That there were Templars willing to make it surprises her but she knows not the circumstances, perhaps the Gallows was considered the only option, a prison, a fortress, whatever Meredith was before the madness as Morrigan heard.
A Harrowing Chamber is a Harrowing Chamber, a ridiculous test set by those who know little and less, who teach too many to fear in her mind. "Few were prepared to resist what came. Blood mages and the madness such unleash, abominations and demons afflicting the minds of Templars and the dead walking. The growths however. I remember the growths. The sound they made." Her voice is thicker at the end through the effort to swallow past the bile that rises to scorch her throat.