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Morrigan Fiarcha of Reven
"My birds? Oh, they bring messages to the other side"
Reven, from ravens, a clan surrounded by wood and stream. The haunting howls of wolves created night song where the wild Morrigan grew up and deer frolicked in the meadow grass and ravens called to one another. They were always calling, always beckoning, further into the trees where they swept beside wolves and kin alike. There was none different from the other in the quiet peace, growing gardens and mingling with the next kingdom a breath away.
Betrothed, never a bride, to the ground where ashes and dust reigned above. The quiet, with no song, there was no peace as much as stilled breath waiting. Waiting until roses bloomed, waiting until the world had changed, but the magic was still the same. The ravens, the wolves, the deer, the flowers, they all grew and stayed the same. Where there was death and no life to bring back, no way to turn back time, there became only healing for one once destined to bring two kingdoms together, now left with few friends in the world itself and the wood and the call of ravens to call home. (186 words)
Details
Likes
- Flowers, gardens
- Ravens, deer, & wolves
- The quiet wood
- Reminiscing fond memories
Dislikes
- Forgetting, always forgetting
- The line between
- Those who stole away
- That Day
Personality
Benevolent
There are teachers for subject matters and teachers for respect, but kindness isn't in a book. To water a garden with the love to watch small life grow, to tend to a bird until its wing has mended and it can fly free with no reward in return, there are individuals drawn to these sorts of habits that make one gentle. A rose, sweet in summer and fall, Morrigan was a sweet soul from birth - or rebirth, if one would prefer to say, for current times. She is patient with the mending and tries to find time to care for all.
Passionate
A spark, a fire, from the (literal) cobwebs of the grave, breath stirs the once dormant desires. To be there for others, to explore the world and connect to what grows and runs and caws or howls, sleeping will no longer do. Restless, always wanting to do more, there is something that can be done that Mori enjoys doing.
Absentminded
There are holes in space and time that the mind drifts off to. Where one struggles to focus, she can often be caught up daydreaming of years before, other places, surrounded by voices with their own bodies and souls that no longer brush beside her own. Trauma, they said, but she has also always been one to daydream of worlds away and of stars beyond what peak from behind leaves. A child that loved to play make-believe and an adult stuck in the past, not much changes when it comes to imagination.
Soft
When is enough? When is it too much? For the soft, the open-hearted, there is no answer. They bleed, and bleed, for others until there is nothing left of themselves. It hurts to see others in pain or to remember, to remember everything that could have been and the lives that are gone, but Morrigan is so soft, too gentle, a rose with torn petals and little thorns.
Obstinate
Stubborn, the roots grow in deep. They cling to the earth, the rocks, snarling and snapping with wolf teeth. In the mind, anyways, Morri can rarely be moved from a decision once made. It's difficult to negotiate with someone once believed passed on.
Secretive
Hiding feelings, hiding events to protect others from feelings, all that's done is to watch for someone else. To make sure they don't feel the same pain or know of some fate, she has the tendency to seal these thoughts away into bottles to place into the back of her mind. Wax seals for sealed lips, it's done with the best intentions to not give the burden to more shoulders. The truth always is ready, but sometimes what hurts most can wait for another day. (448/50 words)
Story
The Beginning
A kingdom, a promise, Morrigan was the second born child to the ruling leaders of the Reven clan. Destined to be betrothed to a Euanthe clan member of their choosing to tie the clans forever as allies, much of her childhood was spent in teachings to be proper and of family history when it was not spent running down to the stream with her siblings to watch the spring and summer deer tentatively cross with their newborn or other such child shenanigans. With her, she would carry the traditions of their kin, the tales of wolves that had inspired their beautiful songs, and the memory of ravens calling from the trees of home beyond the rose garden. A flowering kingdom further south of the clan, they had their own roaming gardens she lost many hours in and was taught their laws to abide by not too different than the ones she had grown up knowing. Her betrothed was charming and handsome, their conversations full of banter as they grew older, and the Euanthe clan heir herself with whom they stole away evenings with to drink tea and unwind was kind and just.
The End
There came a time when tea and morning strolls in the gardens before requests came rolling in for everyone to begin their jobs stopped, when roses not from the garden itself were used to stop wounds and magic became out of control, that Narcissa left. The castle became quiet, not quite like the woods of home where there were still birds and bees and critters that talked among themselves, but still. It was the nights the wolves hunted, when the fog rolled in, the hush of everyone indoors and withdrawn as they waited for the dawn. Eventually, though, the dawn always came. The title of Lord was given to the next in line and life carried on, yearning, wishing, for the return of Narcissa everyone waited, but a wedding had to be prepared.
It was beautiful. It was pink and blue, there was old family and the new one to be (that she had always already considered being her own and theirs), and laughter with drinks. There were gifts, there were tears, there were ravens brought from home released in the sky, and an altar decorated with her betrothed standing beneath that Morrigan all but floated down the aisle towards to tie together their clans, their lives, and complete their fate. It was a dream - and then it wasn't. What was pink and blue became red and black, the sound of singing and talking drowned out to nothing but the sound of her own heartbeat in a silence that stretched on for eternity.
Now
Light breaking through the shallow grave of years of leaves and dirt, plants growing from soil nourished by the ashes of what once was, Morrigan's breath finally caught. She choked and coughed, the years of being hidden away creating dust on her tongue, and at first all she could see was the soft ground beneath her knees before she lifted her gaze to golden eyes. Narcissa, roses, had she come back for her wedding day? No, her gaze shifted to the side before she realized how very wrong everything was. The world was different, new, a scream bubbled in her chest and died in her throat as she gasped that she was alive. She was alive. The last Reven, almost the Raven Queen, and everything was gone except for Narcissa she collapsed into to meet darkness again. (582/150 words)
Magic
"Raven's Call"
They say ravens are the messengers of the dead, but can they call them back to the world of the living? Death does not have to be the end, Morrigan offering souls a second chance by beckoning them back from the line should they have not strayed too far and moved on from one plane to the next of existing (unrealized beginning of in-game)
Costs
- Magic takes a long time or requires a lengthy ceremony to cast. There is no perfect spell for resurrecting the departed, but new souls can be coaxed back with some time should they be willing (Cost: 1 point)
- Magic use fatigues the caster. Rest, energy, time, Mori is in no way capable of bringing calling back multiple souls back or sometimes at all if she becomes too tired and the ritual fails (Cost: 1 point)
Log
Purchase history & STAT CHANGES
- Stat Reward. 01/08/2022. +1 Discipline
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