David Gaider wrote...
Just as a question, let's say you romanced Morrigan and you *did* chase after her once the story is over. What would you expect to happen if you found her?
I find it hard to believe that you would honestly expect a reunion where you run towards each other across a field of grass, arms open to sweep each other up? Morrigan says, "you found me, you big silly! I know I told you to never come after me, but I was totally wrong!" And then you go off to raise your demon baby in a nice cottage with a white picket fence?
Or you think that, having found her, she will answer questions for you then? Do you intend to offer child support, what? I know that you were hoping for something *more* -- but that's part of the point. I obviously have my own ideas on where the story will go, but now I'm just really curious as to what sort of romantic reunion is being pictured here.
Okay. I'll take a crack at this, if only for fun...
PC Origin: Human Mage/Arcane Warrior/Blood Mage, having romanced Morrigan; She has had your child.
5 years after the game ends, you continue to search for your lost love. You made 2 kings, saved the Circle, the Elves, and killed an archdemon all in one year, yet it's been half a decade and still she has managed to evade you. The hunt has been exhausting to the point of madness. Your once-allies have all fallen by the wayside. King Alistair and Anora his Queen rule Ferelden in tandem, his optimism and her practicality guiding the nation into a time of hopeful prosperity following the Blight. But darker tides approach Ferelden...
Wynne stayed on to advise the new king for a time. She died 2 years ago, having imparted a sense of justice and equality in Ferelden's ruling body toward Mages. Her position as High Magus, advisor to the King, has been granted to another mage from the Tower, a young prodigy whose carefully-masked ambitions may spell doom for the new respect the Circle has received in recent years.
Sten returned to his homeland almost immediately, his sword in-hand and his pack filled to bursting with pastry recipes. When asked about the latter, he would not speakon the subject.
You parted company with Liliana in Haven 9 months after you were named Hero of Ferelden. While she was willing to follow you for a time, she remained torn between her desires for peace and adventure. As your obession with finding Morrigan became increasingly evident, Liliana saw in you what madness would be found in the search for excitement. She left for Andraste's Temple, rebuilt by the Chantry, and was gravely injured when the temple was destroyed. While her body is permanently damaged, her spirit remains strong. She prays for you nightly, pleading with the Maker to give you strength to resist both the love spell Morrigan surely placed upon you and the insanity of the Taint gestating within you.
Your last conversation with your friend King Alistair was a year ago when he swore you had been posessed by Morrigan as surely as if she were a demon of the Fade. Believing the Taint within you had weakened you to her madness, and in an attempt to save you from yourself, Alistair dispatched a phalanx of Templars from the Chantry to bring you in.
You slaughtered 49 of the 50 men sent against you. The last you spared to take a message back to your former fellow Grey Warden: "Remember who made you, King of Ferelden." Your noble friend the King sought only to aid you, but in so doing has turned you into a fugitive of both Church and nation. Anora, whose keen mind foresaw this inevitability, did nothing to prevent it. She has hated you for years, and the chance to drive a wedge between the throne and theso-called Hero of Ferelden was a welcome one.
Shale left 2 years ago, returning to Orzimmar when one of Bhelen's emissaries requested her pesence. She went to guard the new Dwarven King, taking the request as a sign of honor. In truth he used her as a symbol of progress, vowing she was the first of a new group of Golems with Free Will. But Bhelen was always one to hedge his bets. Even as he paraded Shale as a symbol of the future, he secretly had a new control rod fashioned for her. Few know of its existence, or if he has ever used it.
Ironically it was the Antivan assassin who remained at your side longest. In truth this was due entirely to the fact that he had nothing else pressing, and was amused by your obsession with the witch. After helping you kill Alistair's Templars, Zevran finally voiced his concern, stating that there are so many in the world to warm one's bed, why hunt one who is clearly so unwilling to be found?
You simply narrowed your eyes, nodded and walked off sadly. The former assassin did not follow.
So it is down to you and your trusty Mabari hound Krom. Krom is the only one who has never judged you. He is the only one still by your side. And as you stand outside the Korkari Wilds with him, it occurs to you that the last 5 years have taken a toll. You began your search here in the Korkari. When that yeilded nothing you heard something about Morrigan from the Frostbacks. Following rumor after rumor you have crossed much of the known world, always with the same result: Nothing. It seemed Morrigan would never allow herself to be found, even when you could occasionally feelher regret and longing for you.
But the child, it seems, has become your trail of bread crumbs. As the child has grown into its power, you have begun to see him in dreams. Like the dreams from the Archdemon, you followed the boy's psychic casting-out. You've spoken with him a number of times over the last months, and now know he and his mother are here in the Wilds. You've also stopped wearing Morrigan's Ring, since you're fairly certain she's been keeping a step ahead of you via its power from the beginning. The ring remains precious to you, and is currently held in a magically-warded box in your pack to prevent her feeling its presence.
The boy, your son, has been frightened recently by several attacks from Darkspawn, who have also been drawn to the child by the dreams. Morrigan has returned to the Wilds -- her place of Power -- in an effort to defend against them.
As you step into the Forest, you steel yourself for a fight. You would gladly aid Morrigan against the Darkspawn as she aided you so long ago. But you know her well, and likely her pride would never allow her to ask it of you. Or perhaps she seeks to use the boy to ensnare the Darkspawn under herself... But that doesn't sound like Morrigan, really, or so you hope. Perhaps all this was really to try and redeem the spirit of the Old God, now in your son, from the Taint. Whatever the answers might be, they await within the Wilds.
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So you battle through the Korkari Wilds., hound at your side, through hordes of giant spiders, attacking trees, wolves, and bears. Eventually you face Morrigan herself, and in the calm of a break in the battle, you call out to her "We need not do this, Morrigan! I'm not here to harm you!"
She looks tired. Raising a child isn't easy, especially on your own, and being always on the run makes it that much worse. "I warned you, Warden! I told you not to follow me! 'Tis no chance encounter that brings you here today. I sent my son to draw you to me, in this place, that I can end your dogged hunt for me once and for all!"
The battle is long and exhausting. You send Krom to find the boy early on; maybe the sight of her son will soften Morrigan's heart. Krom has yet to return.Thankfully you know her well, and came prepared for her cold spells. Your armor is enchanted to resist her...
But eventually, over an hour into the fight, you realize your heart is not. This is the woman you loved, once, not so very long ago. And as you battle against her, all the familiar spells and battlecries you once took comfort in having at your back are now levied against you. And it occurs to you, she killed you 5 years ago. Answers or not, right or not, you loved her. And she loved you. Surely she had her duty as well... You had to fight the Archdemon, and she felt just as strongly that she had to have this child. You don't know the full breadth of her plan, and the fact that she felt she couldn't trust you with it hurts worst of all.
Maker damn you, you love her still.
You cast Force Field around yourself and reach into your pack. She watches, pain and anger burning sharp lines into her perfect face as she downs a health poultice and casts a handful of spells in preparation of resuming the battle. "You're holding back, Warden," she says, and her voice is milk and honey. "I can tell. You can't kill me, and I can't let you take my son. This will be the end of one of us."
"Is that what you think this is about?" you ask, unfastening your enchanted gauntlets. "Morrigan, I'm not here to take the boy. I... I want to know him. He's my son! But I'm here for you. I just... I want to be with you. Whatever you're doing out here, with OUR son... I want to be part of it. I want to protect you both. If I can find you, others can as well. I can sense the Darkspawn as they seek him out. They're moving all the time now. I can tell."
"I..." she hesitates for a moment. Fireballs and arrows she was prepared for, but honest emotion was always outside her element. The hesitation doesn't last. "No! You were a useful tool. A means to an end. And the boy is too important to risk on my own desire!"
"So you admit you desire me still," you allow yourself a half-smile. It feels strange, like it's been too long since you used those muscles. You remove Morrigan's Ring from its box and slip it on. Funny that it feels more familiar than your own smile.
You then pull a dagger from her pack and let your unstrapped breastplate drop to the ground with a dull clank. The duration of the Force Field expires, and as it fades, she makes the last motion to cast Blizzard. The sudden snowstorm bites through your padded undershirt. She is a powerful mage, and you stand before her defenseless, in only your leg armor and boots and a padded shirt. Your muscles scream as you fight through the stinging cold towards her.
"Morrigan, I'm here for you both or not at all!" you cry out over the blizzard. Suddenly you can't tell which hurts more, the cold or the fact that she's causing it. "But you'll not leave me again! I'll find you; I've proven that much!"
"DAMN you, Warden!!" Her voice is a shriek of anguish. Maybe she can't kill you, either. But she'll have to, or you'll hound her endlessly. "You cannot be a part of it! You don't understand what you say!"
"Dammit, witch! I love you! I need understand no more than that!" And with that you're upon her. She looks down at your hand over hers, the handle of your dagger thrust into her grip. The point of the blade stings as it presses into your chest where you placed it yourself. Your words are whispers in the snowstorm, but she hears them well enough. "Now kill me, beloved, or stand at my side once again."
And with that you kiss her. It might be your last act in this life, or it might save what's left of your soul and hers. She'll stab you, or she won't. But as you lean into her, you can see the worn leather strap around her neck. It's a simple cord worn to a shine and bound tight to her throat, and it's not been removed often, if ever. The twin to your ring hangs there at her throat, and she doesn't resist your kiss.
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Of course she then stabs our hero in the heart LITERALLY this time, since doing so figuratively wasn't enough to keep him off her tail. And the kid killed and ate the dog. But there you go. Heh.
Of course, that's just my take. Got a bit more long-winded than I originally intended, but it was fun, anyway.
Modifié par CimmerianJester, 23 novembre 2009 - 02:30 .
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