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arcaneadvisor ([personal profile] arcaneadvisor) wrote2015-12-06 12:26 pm

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ombranera: (Well if that is how you feel...)

5th of Guardian, midnight

[personal profile] ombranera 2016-02-16 07:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[ A carefully wrapped circlet is delivered to Morrigan's door, with a note that says- ]
The brooch was quite impressive, Morrigan. This is for your boy. I think he will be quite dashing with it upon his brow.

-Zev
fightingale: (pic#9839082)

midday, via a scout.

[personal profile] fightingale 2016-02-25 01:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Most Esteemed Arcane Advisor,

Has much research been conducted into potential connections between dragons and the rifts?

I have heard suggestion that they are prominent in mythology and worlds beyond our own, and was curious,

Nightingale.
fightingale: (pic#10010461)

crystal, as soon after the anders' situation as she can manage (so basically: timeywimey)

[personal profile] fightingale 2016-02-29 10:18 am (UTC)(link)
Morrigan.

( her voice sounds cold, and distant, and so very removed from Leliana that she herself finds it strange to hear. )

We should speak.

( as much as she can imagine it would pain Morrigan to endure such a task. )
fightingale: pb! inquisition era. (AND HER FACE)

post-anders, post-dragons letter, whether it arrives on the day of the ball or after is up to you :]

[personal profile] fightingale 2016-03-15 09:29 am (UTC)(link)
( Losing Zevran from Morrigan's inner circle could not, Leliana thinks, be an easy thing for Kieran, even if she can hardly imagine him going against Morrigan's word. He seems too well behaved for that, from what little she has seen of him. It is soon after their letters regarding dragons that Leliana writes a letter to an old contact in Orlais. A nostalgic thing, perhaps, a memory of when she was so much younger and more innocent, and the quiet desire to do something nice even though she has little idea of what she could do to actually make things easier for Kieran when Morrigan - indeed, when all of Skyhold - is so tense.

A runner finds Morrigan, and delivers her a parcel. The parcel itself is unremarkable, and perhaps to some the contents would be so, as well. The runner will advise Morrigan that It might need ice magic, ma'am, just for parts of it. but if pressed for further questions he won't have much to say.

Within the box there are two boxes. One, when opened, contains a set of carefully carved wooden figurines, brightly and intricately painted. Ten soldiers, and with then are a couple of steeds - battlenugs, though, not soldiers, with little slots cut into their backs so the soldiers can properly take mount.

The second box is labelled in a careful hand To be vaniquished... and may be what needed the ice magic - ten chocolate spiders, a mix of dark and milk, and overly ornate as well. )
el_tybs: Evan Antin (Default)

Crystal [After the ball]

[personal profile] el_tybs 2016-03-24 07:48 am (UTC)(link)
Hello, Morrigan?

[There's a pause to see if there's an answer before he continues on.]

This is Sam. I've heard that you're busy with some things, but I was curious that when you have some free time I could perhaps ask you in some guidance about shapeshifting?
mythalenaste: (yet hold the banner proudly)

A report delivered to Morrigan's desk

[personal profile] mythalenaste 2016-05-02 05:08 pm (UTC)(link)
To Leliana

Copied to Morrigan

Forgive the tardiness of this report, but I had to know for certain that what we saw at the Temple of Dirthamen was exactly what it seemed.

The Temple of Dirthamen was mostly intact, despite terrible flooding. The ceiling was collapsed in places, but otherwise, it is a most remarkably preserved elven ruin. The reason for this is a magical artifact the ancient elves placed there. I have left the artifact in place, so that the temple might be revisited.

What we uncovered at the temple was a terrible ancient magic. The Veilfire runes there told the story of the so-called Highest One, the high priest of Dirthamen. He was a fanatic who decided he would seal the temple, with all the priests inside, as a way to protect Dirthamen's secrets. The priests chose not to kill him, but to dismember him, using the magic of Veilfire to keep him alive. His spirit was trapped in the Beyond, unable to pass on. The dismembered parts of his body still lived. Reassembling him summoned his spirit, but after so many years of torment, he had become a spirit of despair and had to be killed.

I have attached a translation of the story told in the Veilfire runes.

Why this magic existed, and why the ancient elves were so careless to use it and damage the Veil instead of killing the man, I do not know. I doubt they would innovate something so extraordinary strictly to stage some elaborate mutiny. Perhaps the ancient elves were simply that ruthless. Or, perhaps we have found actual evidence that ancient elves believed themselves immortal, whether it is true or no. Perhaps they did this because they did not believe the Highest One could be killed.

I do not know what will happen to elves, especially elven mages, if people learn that elven magic has produced something so terrible. But I serve the Inquisition by uncovering history, not covering it up. I put this in your hands.

Dareth Shiral,
Pel

We few whisper here where shadow dwells.
Some words remain unuttered.
Truths are pushed down, down
Where they shall never arise again.

Dirthamen is gone, he said.
Our Highest One brings to us this gravest news.
What shall we do? Where shall we go?
What of the old secrets that burn within our hearts?

They will come for us in the night
Those who could steal the words from our lips
And our god no longer rises to our defense.
We claw at the walls, at the walls.
Now we pray for a dawn that will never arrive.

Our Highest One, he deceives us.
The honeyed words that drip from his tongue
We know the despair they mask.
We disciples of Dirthamen know truth, now as ever.

The Highest One promises safety.
I shall protect our ancient secrets, he claims
All that Dirthamen once granted us will be safe.
But it is our blood he seeks
A sacrifice dark and unholy
A prison of evil to keep us in and all else out.

We will not have it, will not have it!
The secrets are madness in our ears, but they are ours
The Highest One cannot take them from us.
Only Dirthamen, our Keeper, only he
And if he does not take the secrets
They are ours forever.

His mind which cannot think
His tongue which cannot speak
His hands which cannot touch
His ears which cannot hear
His eyes which cannot see
And thus shall our Highest One be bound.
He shall join us in our Silence.

For his heart, for his heart
Our Highest One is bound.
The secret that he keeps, he keeps with us
The vigil that he keeps, he keeps with us
His fear will not weaken us
No-one shall come, dear mentor.
In our eternity, only darkness reigns.
mythalenaste: (cannot be the shore and the sea)

sending crystal

[personal profile] mythalenaste 2016-05-29 04:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Did you ever hear of the Lights of Arlathan?
fightingale: (pic#9946835)

crystal; from the fade, eventually.

[personal profile] fightingale 2016-05-30 10:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Morrigan.

( A pause; it had seemed pressing to make contact, and yet she knows not if this will work, if there is any point, or what she should say. )

A number of us have been drawn into the Fade. Just to keep you abreast of the situation.

( And there is more to say, probably, but none of it is given voice. )
fightingale: (pic#10150943)

after the approach;

[personal profile] fightingale 2016-05-31 06:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Leliana opted to return to Skyhold following her brief and delightful sojourn in the Fade. Some reasons were practical; she had overseen matters in the Approach, and there was much work to be done.

Others were perhaps less practical, and she lingers outside the door to Morrigan's territory (there was no more apt word for it) before knocking. "It's Leliana," she adds after a beat of silence, as if to prove that she should be allowed in and not ignored, voice clear and steady and sounding extremely businesslike, for the benefit of anyone else.

(There is no one else, and yet she does it anyway.)
ombranera: (so if we must speak seriously...)

22nd of Justinian, evening, Crystal

[personal profile] ombranera 2016-06-23 11:43 am (UTC)(link)
Morrigan-

There has been an attempt on Leliana's life. Some manner of poison. She is stable and we are attempting to sort out who did this and how best to cure her. For the moment she is with the healers.
elegiaque: (121)

crystal; during slash after the fmk post.

[personal profile] elegiaque 2016-06-24 12:00 am (UTC)(link)
I forgot I was to say -

( because she's been drinking, which is probably why she thought it was a grand idea to put gaspard, celene and anora up on that nonsense game, )

but my hand has done something peculiar. The shard. Rather. I mean.
elegiaque: (109)

one of a parcel of letters sent to orlais.

[personal profile] elegiaque 2016-08-23 11:15 am (UTC)(link)
M.,

I was distracted when we last saw each other, I shared no news. I meant to tell you that the elf mage Solas spoke with me regarding the shard and now I am to learn how to control the shield it creates. Alistair still owes me a favour, so I've told him he has to help me; Solas says that the best way to try to recreate it first is to threaten me and Alistair promises he's very good at not hitting very hard if I can't produce a shield in time.

Do you know healing magic? I don't want to ask any of those healers if it goes poorly or tell anyone Alistair blacked my eye.

But much more importantly: you were right. I'm very glad I began writing. There's someone in Skyhold now because he read my words and saw the need and came. It did work. I thought perhaps it might not; that people would just think it frivolous, a vanity project.

I wanted you to know.

G.
elegiaque: (047)

crystal.

[personal profile] elegiaque 2016-09-22 12:20 pm (UTC)(link)
( without preamble, in a slightly puzzled tone; )

I've wriggled out of courtships before, but I've never accidentally wiggled into one.
byblow: (58)

crystal; while he's babysitting.

[personal profile] byblow 2016-10-08 07:05 am (UTC)(link)
Morrigan.

[ Hopefully she isn't up to her neck in Venatori or something. ]

What would you think about me teaching Kieran to use a sword?
mythalenaste: (threefold earned this loyalty)

Backdated to early November/Firstfall

[personal profile] mythalenaste 2016-12-20 01:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[Pel steps into Morrigan's office like she's in trouble. Her hands are folded in front of her, and her face is even more blank than usual.]

I...wanted to report to you something that happened in the Brecilian Ruins. And I'm not sure how to explain it to Lady Nightingale.
mythalenaste: (the stars of heaven hovered)

action

[personal profile] mythalenaste 2017-06-21 02:31 pm (UTC)(link)
There is a knock on Morrigan's door. Outside, Pel has a sheaf of papers and a baby in a sling. Also, a bag with stuff in it.

"Can I talk to you? I brought lunch." She hasn't had a break for food since the daughter was born. Every meal has been on the job.
limier: ([ shiny: listen ])

crystal;

[personal profile] limier 2017-07-27 08:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Madame Morrigan,

[ the faint chatter of orlesian in the background; it cuts off with the soft click of a shut door. ]

This is Coupe, we have spoken prior.

[ no point in attaching the title — they both know it's there, and its absence is one in the many small, tiresome signals that mark the context of the conversation: this isn't an official inquiry.

(rather, it's one she'd much prefer to keep from the record)
]

I hope you will forgive my informality, but ah, [ somewhat wryly, ] Have you perchance noticed a large forest in the middle of Hightown?
Edited 2017-07-27 21:06 (UTC)
elegiaque: (161)

crystal.

[personal profile] elegiaque 2017-09-11 08:25 am (UTC)(link)
If something made you happy -

but it would be difficult and it would make people angry if they found out and you'd probably be bad at it -





( and there are so many things that they don't agree on and the elf thing is seven different kinds of a problem and )

but it was right there, in reach of your grasp, and you could have it.

( wwmd????? )
rowancrowned: (017)

[personal profile] rowancrowned 2017-09-25 03:23 am (UTC)(link)
[ he is handling this right now, before anyone else gets to hear about his genitals. so, without responding to gwenaƫlle, he simply calls morrigan speaks to her in the same tone he used when trying to persuade her to take bill. ]

Lady Morrigan? I am not in need of any 'remedies', Chasind or otherwise. My fire is well-kindled.
aforethought: crying for three days (Default)

crystals; a few hours after the artifacts meeting

[personal profile] aforethought 2017-11-20 12:37 am (UTC)(link)
[ extremely hesitantly, ]

Doors keep things in, too.

[ it's a question ]
alankazam: (Default)

letter; at some point

[personal profile] alankazam 2017-11-28 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
[ passed on when morrigan's next at the gallows, by a nervous-mannered scout who makes his way out again as quickly as can be managed. it's unsigned; a long black feather folded between the pages. ]

They say Nevarra’s where you go for dragons. I don’t know about that.

Everywhere I’ve been, people take up scales for their own. Wear them, and break them, and play at being something more, something true —

Because there is something true about dragons. It’s easier to see ourselves in them than in the rest of creation. If spirits are our reflections upon the Fade, then maybe we're all our own sort of mirrors. Where we flourish, wyrms die: The Maker's second progeny, hungry as the first.

There’s a man here, he wanted to speak with me. To ask me, What makes a true dragon?

He didn’t want me to answer, he just wanted to ask. Everyone here asks questions as though they’re the first ones to ever think of them. I can’t hold it all ill. Better that they share the words, than hold them holed up behind their mouths, like the menageries in town. There’s something wrong about that, those caged souls just set out to be stared at. I went and loosened the bars one night when the moons had shut their eyes, when none of us three might look, and still I couldn’t stop thinking of that question. What makes a true dragon?

That man writes papers about wyverns and gurguts, whole volumes on parchment to hear himself speak. They’re interesting, but I think they miss the point. Saying that things look alike, hunt alike, doesn't say very much at all. From a great distance, giants might resemble men; darkspawn are as quick to war as any.

No. Truth is something you know in your heart, not your head. It’s a piece of the divine set inside us. Even spirits own it, wyrms do.

What makes a true dragon? The better question is, What makes a false one?


[ a rough sketch of what may be (beneath alan's particular scratchy style) recognizable loosely as a courtyard in the university of orlais. a coiled serpent spits water into the basin of a fountain below. ]
Edited 2017-11-28 03:41 (UTC)
champions: (003)

letter

[personal profile] champions 2018-02-09 04:29 am (UTC)(link)
Lady Morrigan,

We have not been introduced. My name is Marisol Vivas, recently come to the Inquisition from Antiva. I was hoping we might discuss a project I am working on to better the Inquisition's relationship with Antiva, and certain skills of yours which I have heard rumour of. Would a meeting be agreeable?

Faithfully,

Lady M. Vivas
elegiaque: (261)

[personal profile] elegiaque 2018-03-19 12:00 am (UTC)(link)
( gwenaƫlle sends the first letter she received directly to morrigan, writing on the back: )
Morrigan,

I don't know if I will have the house still.
rowancrowned: (028)

crystal, post-maps project

[personal profile] rowancrowned 2018-05-06 07:36 pm (UTC)(link)
I received your report.

[ he'd ask what she'd done to the poor npc but he has his suspicions and that guy doesn't really matter anyway so. ]

There was a town in the north I sent you to. The location on the map was marked in my own hand. What of it?
Edited 2018-05-06 19:36 (UTC)
byblow: (58)

crystal.

[personal profile] byblow 2018-05-22 02:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Morrigan?

[ That's all. But he has that voice, like he's about to say something he thinks is funny. Or start crying. One of the two. Either way: it is a voice that comes from holding something, most likely a laugh instead of a sob, in his throat. ]

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