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farsickness2020-04-04 09:04 pm
bogwitched) wrote in farsickness2020-04-04 09:04 pm
early days of a witch
WHO: Morrigan & YOU
WHEN: Early April
WHAT: Early days in Gazin
WHERE: Gazin, her home in Vasari Forest
WARNINGS: None yet
at the herbarium
"'Tis got to be a joke!" Morrigan huffs, standing in the bank and glowering at the very unimpressed druid Bhalris. "You can't tell me this place doesn't have lyrium dust!"
The druid squints at her. "As I keep telling you, Miss," he says, sounding bored, "it might exist but I don't sell it in my store. This is a common herbarium, no store for exotic goods from other worlds. I'll look into it." His tone of voice clearly says that he has no intention to look into it.
She snatches up the coins she had already put on the counter and turns around on her heel, ready to storm out of the herbarium in frustration.
Vasari Forest
The Vasari Forest is a place of magic, home to Tree Folk and wyvern and other magical creatures, and now also home to a certain swamp witch.
Morrigan has grown up in the forests and swamps of the Koncari Wilds and living in the forest strikes her as far more appealing than paying through the nose for a bedbug-infested room at one of Gazin's inns.
She has found a nice cavern in comfortable walking distance to town, it is dry and located just above a bend in the river which serves perfectly as her personal pool. Now that winter is giving way to spring, the forest is coming alive around her and she has little doubt she will soon be able to live off the land. If she sells her magic in town, here in this place where mages don't have to hide their powers, she should be able to live comfortably.
There is a merry fire crackling in front of the cave which may attract attention of people passing by, or you could run into Morrigan while she is collecting firewood or setting up snares.
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WHEN: Early April
WHAT: Early days in Gazin
WHERE: Gazin, her home in Vasari Forest
WARNINGS: None yet
at the herbarium
"'Tis got to be a joke!" Morrigan huffs, standing in the bank and glowering at the very unimpressed druid Bhalris. "You can't tell me this place doesn't have lyrium dust!"
The druid squints at her. "As I keep telling you, Miss," he says, sounding bored, "it might exist but I don't sell it in my store. This is a common herbarium, no store for exotic goods from other worlds. I'll look into it." His tone of voice clearly says that he has no intention to look into it.
She snatches up the coins she had already put on the counter and turns around on her heel, ready to storm out of the herbarium in frustration.
Vasari Forest
The Vasari Forest is a place of magic, home to Tree Folk and wyvern and other magical creatures, and now also home to a certain swamp witch.
Morrigan has grown up in the forests and swamps of the Koncari Wilds and living in the forest strikes her as far more appealing than paying through the nose for a bedbug-infested room at one of Gazin's inns.
She has found a nice cavern in comfortable walking distance to town, it is dry and located just above a bend in the river which serves perfectly as her personal pool. Now that winter is giving way to spring, the forest is coming alive around her and she has little doubt she will soon be able to live off the land. If she sells her magic in town, here in this place where mages don't have to hide their powers, she should be able to live comfortably.
There is a merry fire crackling in front of the cave which may attract attention of people passing by, or you could run into Morrigan while she is collecting firewood or setting up snares.
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She stands up, reaching for the mage staff propped up against her bag, and eyes the treeline bordering her little clearing.
"Now," she says, loud and clear and very firm, "there's two ways to go about this: you come out and show yourself or I drag you out."
Might just have been an animal, in which case she will feel silly, but it can't hurt to look uncowed.
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He just looks from her to the staff. "You're doing a great job of proving that you're not some sort of wicked witch."
Or. You know. Not.
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"Why? Because I don't like being spied on in my own camp? 'Tis truly dreadful of me, watch out for me turning people into puppets next."
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"I'd better be off then. I wouldn't want to be turned into a puppet."
He's had enough of that.
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"What puppet?" she demands, "Not every mage is a blood mage, that's just the kind of conclusion people keep jumping to." Which makes sense that he would, since he is clearly prejudiced against magic but it is still a little bit disappointing. "As if I would even bother using blood magic on you."
ugh I'm sorry this took so long
"Good. You won't mind if I'm on my way then."
Re: ugh I'm sorry this took so long
"Fine," she scoffs instead, "run away. Your disdain for magic is nothing that needs bother me."