Morrigan's seen Reavers fight in the past, more of them on the opposite side to her own. Never pleasant to fight a person who revelled in it that way but he's over there doing his thing as she keeps a careful distance from him because they can be so unpredictable.
Anyone who's drunk of dragon's blood has that in them.
(To meet one here-- No, there's the fight, she can think of it after.)
Greeting the flames with bursts of lightning she sends more corpses reeling from her, stumbling away with none to replace them this time. Yet she knows that should she walk this path again they'll rise. They'll always rise. There will be no peace of the grave eternal for any who slumber here.]
Archer! [Morrigan calls while she summons her will to cast again but arrows require none of that, certainly not from the dead, withered fingers pulling taut the string of an ancient bow as the arrow takes flight.]
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Morrigan's seen Reavers fight in the past, more of them on the opposite side to her own. Never pleasant to fight a person who revelled in it that way but he's over there doing his thing as she keeps a careful distance from him because they can be so unpredictable.
Anyone who's drunk of dragon's blood has that in them.
(To meet one here-- No, there's the fight, she can think of it after.)
Greeting the flames with bursts of lightning she sends more corpses reeling from her, stumbling away with none to replace them this time. Yet she knows that should she walk this path again they'll rise. They'll always rise. There will be no peace of the grave eternal for any who slumber here.]
Archer! [Morrigan calls while she summons her will to cast again but arrows require none of that, certainly not from the dead, withered fingers pulling taut the string of an ancient bow as the arrow takes flight.]