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[arcaneadvisor]

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[arcaneadvisor]

That they do. 'tis why the doors sealed shut are not to be opened lightly or at all.

[Of the questions she might have received, this one is more than fair.]

It troubles you?

[aforethought]

Reckon that's a word for it.

[ a pause, and then it all tumbles out in a rush, too-fast ]

Went down in th'Deep Roads, see? Couple months back. There was this gate there, got some kinda lock on it, only one of them qunari looking ones jammed his face in. Went all blind scratching himself up on it, but doing that kept it open, y'know? This big broken thing just gone and stuck on another, and behind it, more of them coming. And —

— And I know 's not the same. Ain't trying to be literal. But you said one of your doors, the glass ones, got Blight. And I know my Chant okay. And Corypheus and all his lot were opening things don't go lightly neither.

[arcaneadvisor]

[That's worthy of Morrigan taking note of it, the soft scratch of her quill as the sending crystal is propped set down and propped up.]

An ogre. [Involuntary. Years - a little over a decade now - and still the horror of them persists in a cold wave of dread and revulsion her voice doesn't disguise. Not sympathy exactly but a certain knowing. To find one. To see one. May I never in my life face such sights again and What were you doing down in the Deep Roads to come across such a thing.]

There was a bereskarn where Merrill's clanmates encountered hers. What was told to me that was told to Merrill was one saw something move within, that it knew they were there and he saw places; an underground city, a great blackness, that he could not look away. [Blind scratching himself up. Doing that kept it open. She shifts uncomfortably.] One had contracted the taint after being knocked unconscious. The other was gone. 'Tis why I did not wish for it to be known. Venatori came for not one but two eluvians.

If he has done as is claimed...he would not take such care in opening doors that are best left shut. [And we would not have the power to stop him, she doesn't feel the need to say that.]

[aforethought]

Yeah.

[ ogre. what a fuck of a word, kid-story kind of word, for kids in places without real stories to learn. some days (good days) it doesn't seem like a real story either. never watched kit sling an axe in its neck. never seen one (gone days) take a man in one hand, and with the other,

focus. ]

I — shit. I dunno what to do with all this. Ain't — not trying to complain, or nothing. I'm right, y'know, right glad you answered. Maker. 'S just. How d'you even keep ahead of something like this?

[ of magisters. the blight. the void. ]

The more of them you got, the harder they get to forget.

[arcaneadvisor]

[Blights. Bringing them all together through trauma, that way it makes her palms too damn to hold the quill now.]

Not without difficulty. [Let it not be said that Morrigan isn't capable of brutal honesty.] The meeting I suspect was done with the best of intentions, however, given that many voices, given the voices...

[Given that she trusts some of them as far as she might throw them, well there's a saying about good intentions and where they lead. They'd be safer leading them into the Deep Roads at this point.]

You treat it as most things you wouldn't wish to have biting you. Find the weakness, look to the past for what we might have overlooked, learn to shout down the voices so busy wringing their hands they fail to realise they wring not only their own necks but the one next to theirs. Remember that there is so much to be lost that allows you to move forward.

Mistakes were made in the past. Learn from them else you lose your skin or worse.

[Remember that time you asked about hunting for her mother Melys...]

[aforethought]

[ The rough sound of something not quite laughter — ]

Reckon I got the skin bit down. You think she's got something on this? Your old story?

[ Your old lady. ]

[arcaneadvisor]

I cannot fathom her fingers not being somewhere in this. All else in these past ten years, there she is? This, the greatest chaos thus far in this Age and she falls silent? I imagine trouble the longer it goes.

[One blood mage in a Circle tower, kill them, you deal with it. Leave it alone suddenly the tower is crumbling as the abominations try to pour out through the walls.]

[aforethought]

If she ain't nowhere you been looking, where ain't you been looking?

[ places gone black? out beyond the walls? couldn't nothing come back from that, at least not the same. ]

[arcaneadvisor]

Older places where they love us not. Places such as the Tirashan, unless she has taken to the mountains or lands the maps fail to record. What is distance when one is a dragon?

[None of those are comforting thoughts but how little of that does she have in her when it comes to Flemeth.]

[aforethought]

'S a lot of ground to be spotted between, is what.

[ dragon ?? ?? ?? so that's true, which is just. something to think about when the pits of her eyes ache a little less. ]

Flying ain't real discreet. Even folks in the sticks take notice of something that big, might be looking for ways t'get rid of it. Inquisition's half-mad for dragons, bet you could get 'em to keep their ears open on that shit easier than the rest.

[arcaneadvisor]

Do not remind me, retracing my steps to the Wilds felt burdensome enough, and I've walked places few dare dream exist.

[Well Melys she can't blame you for not wanting to trust what people read in The Tale of the Champion because her mother came off a bit more sane than she's used to in that.]

Ah, but she is very old. A dragon with wits. After all, how many know the story of the Fifth Blight where the Hero of Ferelden and Alistair were saved by old Flemeth? Or better yet, the Tale of the Champion where Hawke was saved by old Flemeth? They still think she will help them. They shut their ears to that they do not wish to hear until sleep comes where it leaks out their mind in the night.