Must I?

Leave me be. Loneliness is preferred to endless and worthless chatter. ((Independant Morrigan First time RP blog Other fandoms welcome RPers note: Morrigan performed the ritual with Alistair and is with child. Her Mother's Grimoire was nicked during the battle, and she seeks it now. Personal Here Sidebar Credit))

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“Because people are stupid,” Isabela said simply.  ”People are stupid, and they will find things, and they won’t know what they are, so they’ll hold onto them.  And instead of selling them, which they should, they will keep them and try to sell them for dirt cheap, because they don’t think they’re worth anything more than that.  Because they’re stupid.  An intelligent thief would know how to find a buyer.  But if an intelligent thief had stumbled onto your artifact, you would likely already have it back, as he may have found you, and you’d have already killed him and reclaimed it.”

The thieves that Isabela had met since she’d been in Kirkwall were far from the caliber of thieves that she’d gotten used to dealing with in Rivain or Antiva.  She once stumbled onto a man in Darktown who sold her a sovereign from the Exalted age for a mere twenty silver.  The coin itself was worth over three hundred times what she paid to the man.  She drank well that night.

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"You-" She paused for a moment. "make an interesting point." She had to admit, this woman wasn't the average run of the mill whatever she was like the commoners  she had run into in Kirkwall. "Then perhaps you can aid me on my search, I do not like having to rely on others for help, but I'm afraid I may have to, as my time here is limited."

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OOC//

Looks like I'm back in the groove, come at me <3

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“If by bother me you mean interrupt my important search, then you did bother me. If you meant it any other way, then I do not know.” She gave off a faint sigh. “Perhaps I can spare a minute, or two. You needn’t “check up” on me, however. I am perfectly capable of handling myself.”

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“I am certain you are, Morrigan.” She crossed her arms. “How goes your search?”

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"I am uncertain as to the tone you are speaking to me in," Morrigan did not take lightly her duty. And if word ever got out as to what she was seeking, she would be in a real pickle. "It goes cold. The trail I have found has lead me nowhere, so I am stuck. What is your business here?"

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Leads.

A hastily scribbled entree in a small brown book reads;

"So far, I have found no true leads to get me to my book. If I do not find it soon, I fear the worst. I am most concerned for this because should some idiot decide to read the book, and release some of it's magical properties, I shall be to blame. I and no others. And, if it is true from the rumours I have heard about Flemeth still being alive, I have a bone to pick with the Warden lest I see them again."

Morrigan slapped the book shut and tucked it in a pouch, sealing the pouch and adorning her cloak. Keeping thieves away from that would be difficult for the book was adorned in golden leaf, if this Kirkwall is as full of them as she would believe.

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“I could hardly speak the same words, and mean them to be true. But, it has been a while. Tis a shame, one should suppose, but one is not me. What do you wish of me?”

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“I…don’t wish anything. I was merely checking up on an old companion. I did not mean to bother you.”

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"If by bother me you mean interrupt my important search, then you did bother me. If you meant it any other way, then I do not know." She gave off a faint sigh. "Perhaps I can spare a minute, or two. You needn't "check up" on me, however. I am perfectly capable of handling myself."

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“Unless the hug is a death sentence you wish, then no. I would suggest you keep your distance. I promised the Warden I wouldn’t kill you, but she isn’t here right now. And you are on a very thin thread with me as is.” She now adjusted her hood and looked up from beneath it. “What do you want, Alistair? Speak quickly, I have little patience for you.”

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“Don’t flatter yourself, witch. I didn’t seek you out intentionally. This was a chance meeting. The Maker must have a sense of humor.”

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"Oh, is that the wannabe-Templar speaking? or is that the old grouchy Alistair speaking? I can never tell them apart. They're too close together." She feigned a wistful motion. "Perish the thought, Alistair be anything but a wannabe-templar." Morrigan finally settled herself on her staff. "I am not so foolish as to believe that your Maker brought us upon the same path. I needn't place my high hopes in a figure destined to allow his so called creations let down. I thought you were smarter then that, Alistair. I guess I was just so wrong." Her voice was completely coated in sarcasm.

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Morrigan. It’s good to see you well.

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"I could hardly speak the same words, and mean them to be true. But, it has been a while. Tis a shame, one should suppose, but one is not me. What do you wish of me?"

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“Well! That is not a lovely face I was expecting to see again.” He chuckles, rubbing under his chin in the way he does when he’s intrigued. “What can I do for the exquisite and dangerous Morrigan, mmm?”

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"You can keep your distance, and mind your manners; lest I tear them from you limb by limb, elf. I have no qualm with you, yet, but should you attempt anything of a ....funny nature, I shall be moved to act with force. Now, speak quickly, for you waste my time."

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“Of course you would happen to be in the way, what do you want, Alistair? Haven’t you burdened me enough with things to be concerned about?” Morrigan crossed arms twixt her chest and pursed her lips. Less than delighted to see the man before her. What ever could he want now.

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Alistair could barely contain his grimace and his words were laced with sarcasm. “What? No hug?”

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"Unless the hug is a death sentence you wish, then no. I would suggest you keep your distance. I promised the Warden I wouldn't kill you, but she isn't here right now. And you are on a very thin thread with me as is." She now adjusted her hood and looked up from beneath it. "What do you want, Alistair? Speak quickly, I have little patience for you."

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"Of course you would happen to be in the way, what do you want, Alistair? Haven't you burdened me enough with things to be concerned about?" Morrigan crossed arms twixt her chest and pursed her lips. Less than delighted to see the man before her. What ever could he want now.

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When I saw her last time she was dead, or do you think I would have lied to you about that? But someone told me he'd seen here, and she seemed to be very alive then again. besides, she is your mother, tell you me if this can be possible.

"Mother, or not, she was meant.. is meant... to be dead. Lest she has found a habitable corpse, or has had one in waiting, which I would not put past her, but the details are not for your ears, Warden. You are not my Warden. My Warden I have quite the bone to pick with....however this will need to wait for another time, I fear."

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According to the Warden staying in front of you right now she is still alive - or alive again, whatever.

"Then are you to blame for Flemeth surviving, if so, you will pay the price along with any other warden who chooses to tell me Flemeth is alive, or alive again. She should be dead, and dead for a long while. I was promised her death." Morrigan did not like being lied to, this made her angry.

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Really, you are charming as always, Morrigan. Next time I maybe should just put you together in a room with Flemeth and maybe throw away the key...

"I am only as charming as I need to be. Bat one's eyes at the occasional guard and they will look the other way, no?" She scoffed. "Now that would be an interesting tale, given that Flemeth is, or was, dead. According to the Warden of course."

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“Torturing your brother? Whomever are you speaking of? I’m sure I have no idea.” And truthfully she had no idea. “Watch where you throw your accusations, boy. Or you will be my next victim” She waved a finger in his direction with a sparked whisp of magic.

“I am seeking an item that those in who have lingered in Kirkwall may have heard. I have very little information as to it’s location, only that it was seen here, how long ago it was seen here, I do not know. If I inquire to you about this, and you withhold information, I shall be forced to ‘torture you’ as your brother’s destiny has been tormented.” That made her curious. Who was it that interfered with their lives so well he would dare point and accuse.

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“oh, So you’re not her then. Good. When she laughs it gives me a headache.” He said, rubbing his temples. Your magic didn’t intimidate him in the slightest, Morrigan. He had been taught some of the templars abilities to disengage magic during his time in the wardens. If you were going to attack him with it, you’d have another thing coming.

“Sorry. I don’t live here. Why don’t you try and bully someone else instead. That might be a little more productive.” Did she not recognize the warden uniform he was wearing? That would be a dead give-away that he wasn’t in the Marches on a regular basis.

He continued to rub his temples. “You’re not her, but you speak like her. and maker forbid you’re as irritating as her.”

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"Perhaps if you informed me just who her was then I could give you a clear yes or no as to who I am. Not like it's your business who I am, boy." She pointed another wisp-like finger at him. "You should watch how you address witches."

She leaned upon the staff and drew her hood back off her head. "I'm not trying to bully anyone, boy. T'were I trying, you would already be back against that wall watching your life flash before your eyes." She about faced and began off in the other direction. "You are useless, just like the lot of them. I'm afraid you're going to need to take your leave now, lest you anger me."

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Loghain in a pink bunny costume, waiting for you in your bedroom (*coughs* sorry I just couldn't resist xD)

"I cannot fathom why he would be standing there while his hair is on fire. You do nothing more than disgust me. Begone, foul thing. Or I will light your ass to follow your hair."

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Send my character a nightmare. I'll tell you if it breaks them

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your princess is back, no need to cry//