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Characters: Morrigan (dissentive), Jowan (failmaleficar)
Setting/Location: Out by the Ramroc pen, Lere'unfru.
Date & Time: Day 23, afternoon / early evening.
Warnings: Bloodshed, npc death.
Summary: Jowan attempts a blood ritual to rip a tear into what he thinks is the Fade.
The man was old, grissled in both features and the tone of his voice. Morrigan found him to be most vile, rather, but he was easily swayed when she chose to act like a child, allowing himself to be strung along by her whims and desires. Morrigan did not mind the attention, of course, though it was becoming less and less of an effort to truly act like a child as opposed to normal behaviors. While she had enjoyed a few select pieces of sweets, nothing here truly held her attention for very long much more than the golden chain she had collected around her neck - the source of which she couldn't quite place, other than it had been someone in the caravan some time ago. She was quickly growing impatient with his slow and idle ways, the way he listed the names of the hard-backed creatures within the pen and told stories of them as if she could somehow be interested in them.
She was, most thoroughly, not.
Thus, she awaited Jowan's arrival, tying the clothes she had wrapped around her torso more tightly. Though it had previously been a tunic, it now served as a form of gown to her new slightness in figure and height. She huffed, brushing a long piece of hair from her face, hands on her hips to await the nervous mage. Though his powers impressed her, truly, his demeanor did less so.
Setting/Location: Out by the Ramroc pen, Lere'unfru.
Date & Time: Day 23, afternoon / early evening.
Warnings: Bloodshed, npc death.
Summary: Jowan attempts a blood ritual to rip a tear into what he thinks is the Fade.
The man was old, grissled in both features and the tone of his voice. Morrigan found him to be most vile, rather, but he was easily swayed when she chose to act like a child, allowing himself to be strung along by her whims and desires. Morrigan did not mind the attention, of course, though it was becoming less and less of an effort to truly act like a child as opposed to normal behaviors. While she had enjoyed a few select pieces of sweets, nothing here truly held her attention for very long much more than the golden chain she had collected around her neck - the source of which she couldn't quite place, other than it had been someone in the caravan some time ago. She was quickly growing impatient with his slow and idle ways, the way he listed the names of the hard-backed creatures within the pen and told stories of them as if she could somehow be interested in them.
She was, most thoroughly, not.
Thus, she awaited Jowan's arrival, tying the clothes she had wrapped around her torso more tightly. Though it had previously been a tunic, it now served as a form of gown to her new slightness in figure and height. She huffed, brushing a long piece of hair from her face, hands on her hips to await the nervous mage. Though his powers impressed her, truly, his demeanor did less so.