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[youwillgotohell]

You're a fool if you think I'm going into this willingly. I'm to be sent to a ship, where I have no allies, where you've taken my magic from me - where I have to go back to pretending to love and respect Uther and his son, just to avoid suspicion. It disgusts me, as do your assumptions about my person. I am not so afraid as you seem to think. [EMRYS EMRYS EMRYS shut up Morgana you're terrified.]

--But if this is truly what comes after death, then where is Morgause? Where is my sister, my lady?

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[tis_disapproval]

I am reliably informed our similarities lay beyond that of mere titles... That we share aggravation with warriors of regal lineage who would rid their kingdoms of mages.

'Tis most perplexing...

[youwillgotohell]

It does not surprise me that others like Uther exist. [But it does piss her off. :\]

Who are you?

[tis_disapproval]

Morrigan. Apostate mage, 'Witch Of The Wilds' and more, depending if one is given to the Chantry's tired preachings or of a mind to believe tales of the Chasind...

One would think the Korcari Wilds dangerous enough to avoid without having to invent the gossip of wild superstition.

[youwillgotohell]

[She recognizes none of these things, and that catches her attention.]

You practice the Old Religion?

[tis_disapproval]

Old religions, new... Why must one rely upon stories to harness power?

'Tis no less of a tool than hammer or chisel.

[youwillgotohell]

It's much more.

[tis_disapproval]

Power, yes.

Beliefs? Mythical legends...? One has little need for them.

[youwillgotohell]

Not necessarily. The Old Religion teaches us to embrace our magic. Uther would have us deny who we are.

[tis_disapproval]

One cannot always trust the motivations of teachers, girl... Better to learn for oneself, not the sake of fancies.

[youwillgotohell]

I am the teacher now. [...Well she's the only High Priestess, so that's close enough.]

[tis_disapproval]

Not for long, I am told...

[youwillgotohell]

Then maybe you are mistaken. [So much warden pretending will be happening.]

[tis_disapproval]

[Arthurian wardening fail awaits, Morgana...]

Without willingness, you are being sent by force - and this means only one thing.

Oh, do not take my amusement for judgement... I, myself, may have been where you are destined for now.

[youwillgotohell]

[PRETTY MUCH.]

Then tell me what I should expect.

[tis_disapproval]

This will depend upon your guide. If fortunate, one shall be assigned who both understands and can defend against you. If not... There are plenty of whom you would grow tired.

I must admit, 'tis strange to hear of one given to noble birth who seeks so eagerly to practice the arts. But then, in my world, one in your position would be taken by force and locked away within tower walls.

I, myself, see no reason to pity those who who make no effort to escape such subjugation. A foolish thing, indeed, to believe yourself in need of repression.

[youwillgotohell]

Do they truly believe that, in your world? For years, I pretended to be something I am not, for fear of execution. I had hoped to be done with the pretense, but apparently my lady has something else in mind.

[tis_disapproval]

Some do. A majority, sadly.

You should know this ruse will be over, the moment others discover you are not privy to that which the wardens are.

[youwillgotohell]

A problem I will have to face when it arises.

I don't suppose the Admiral makes mistakes?

[tis_disapproval]

Plenty.

'Tis best not to question them, lest it serves only to add to one's frustration - of which there shall be a great deal.

[youwillgotohell]

Both you and my lady seem to expect my frustration, but you offer nothing to avoid it.

[tis_disapproval]

None can avoid that here... Only lessen its effects.

Why, there are times I suspect the very ship is fuelled by it!

[youwillgotohell]

How comforting.

[tis_disapproval]

Oh, you'll get used to it... Assuming you are not also allergic to embarrassment.

[youwillgotohell]

[Highly allergic. :Y] As you've grown used to it?

[tis_disapproval]

I've come to notice a rather odd propensity for those afflicted with... Temporary bouts of humiliation, to broadcast their situations to all and sundry.

On those occasions my bard decrees I should be subjected to such morbid revelry, I simply prefer to keep to myself. Why should one voluntarily sully their reputation?

Unfortunately, this has created a fixation on having these curses be of a nature which annoys me, so that I might be compelled to announce my displeasure out of exasperation.

You shall find yourself in much the same position, I think.